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Message: <blockquote data-quote="FitzTheRuke" data-source="post: 7892690" data-attributes="member: 59816">For two days, the Sticks and their allies slogged their way through sodden jungle, drenched by an ongoing downpour. Then suddenly one morning, the rain stopped and the sun baked everything into a warm, hot mist. They had been taking turns scouting forward and Miss Imogen was the first to spot the wreck:A wooden vessel was caught high in the branches of several trees. It resembled a sailing ship, but there were many differences that marked it as not ever having been a seagoing vessel. Furthermore, it had broken into three pieces - the stern was the lowest piece, hanging precariously by its rigging about fifty feet above the ground. The middle section was fifteen feet higher, and the bow section was firmly wedged into a nest of branches another ten feet above that.Evidently, there had been survivors of the crash, for a campsite was built on the ground beneath the trees, made from scavenged ship-parts and cargo. No one was there now, and it seemed like no one had been there for at least a number of days.As the others caught up to Miss Imogen, a weak voice called out from above, “Don't linger on the ground! There are terrible beasts nearby!”</blockquote>