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”Right, right, I’m getting spooked here. Going through the motions.” He moves the gathered firewood closer to the existing fire.

Safari starts gathering up warped driftwood, dried seaweed, any bit left unused from the raft-building, gathering it all into a pile by the group. He keeps close to the others while doing this, being careful not to turn his back to the sea. Using his findings he makes a small campfire, careful...

Safari dumps his loot on the sand. "This is what we could find ... this and a trail of blood leading down into the sea. Something vile has happened here, something has dragged the poor souls of the other camp down to Davey Jones." We looks nervously at the sea, watching for movement below the...

Safari gathers up as much as he can carry, before loading up Bautista likewise.

Safari eyes Bautista wearily, and then the bloodstain suspuciously. "Aye, matey. I don't know what you're saying, but nothing good has happened here. A curse rests on the place, for sure. Let's head back to the others." With that he follows his crew mate, furtively casting glances over his...

At the other camp, Safari shoulders the musket. "I'll reload it when I find some powder and ball. Now we need to make camp for the night." He looks around, counting the crew. "We'll have to take turns doing the watch. Whatever dragged the previous mates into the sea might come back for us."...

At the abandoned camp, Safari walks up to the abandoned musket, gingerly picking it up. He examines whether it is loaded or not, and if it's been fired recently. Then he follows the blood trail towards the waterline, but stops a few feet from the water. His face twitches nervously. What can he...

Safari nods. "Alright crew! I'll set off for the camp to secure the place!"

"To the camp then!" Safari bellows!

Safari looks about. "Well, there's a camp over there ..." He points in the direction of the abandoned camp. Maybe we can set sail to there are then head for ... Yuma ... if we're feeling adventurous?"

((Safari doesn't have one))

Safari is content with his reconnaissance tour. He gestures to the others. "I think we should gather our party before venturing out. Now we have a gist of the layout of the island, and if the ... boat ... barge ... thing ... floats, we might be able to sail it to the other camp to see what we...

"An abandoned camp, huh. Could still be of use for us." Safari casts his eyes about, disappointed that no landmarks from the map seem readily apparent. "If we can see smoke from Port Nelson, then they could see smoke from here, if we can't build a raft and sail there ourselves. Anyways, there...

Safari nods and gestures towards the hill.

"I will take stock of the island while you prepare a camp, me mates." Safari locks his eyes on the sandy hill at the center of the island. "I'll be heading as high as I can. Anyone feel like stretching their legs?" With that, Safari starts walking towards the middle of the island, hoping to...

"I'm with ye! And Philip of course!" Safari's pet monkey emerges from his hiding place in Safari's satchel, wet and curious. The little monkey eyes the parrot suspiciously, but seems to accept the oddity of the situation. "A talking parrot, a silent sailor. And a shipwrecked crew ... the odds...

"That's right, Leprechaun!" Safari responds. We might as well try to get a few barrells, maybe we can paddle from here in one!" He laughs uproriously. Then Safari remembers the map, and brings it out from under his shirt. "Ah me maties ... I got this map from Davies before the ship went down...

Safari pulls himself up from the sand. Absent-mindedly he slips the map inside his shirt and grabs his runic machete, which sticks up from the wet sand a few yards away. He eyes the new-comer suspiciously. "I be Rowland Catcloghe, ship's cook on the Tarantula. You can call me Safari. My mates...

Safari looks aghast at Davies and then at his surronding crew members. Hesitatingly, he gently eases the rolled-up map from the dying man's hand. Then he tries to assess the damage to the ship. Is it going down? He casts a glance at Tokwith and The Leperchaun. "Should we abandon ship, mateys?

If you set up a crowdfunder to cover expenses, I'll chip in. (I believe you've said you won't, but just in case you change your mind, I'm sure others would help as well).