[sblock=Keoni]Keoni looks over at Parrot Island as he bobs in the warm sun's rays, and recognizes that he is on the northwest edge of the isle. Unfortunately, the rowboat piloted by the ill-fated Shefton Rosk beached on the eastern shore. It seems that more swimming is in order, as the island is not that large. Keoni can only hope that the waters are safer than trying to scale the sheer rocky bluffs that make up most of Parrot Island's shoreline.
It takes the tired shaman longer than he likes, but he does eventually circle the island, and spots the small, sandy beach where the group had landed the day before. Somewhat surprisingly, the rowboat is still there. Apparently, Vanthus assumed no one would survive to use it again, so he didn't bother disposing of it.
Keoni uses his own survival skills to retrace the path into the underbrush, one hand on his dagger's hilt. No threat rears its head as he presses on beneath the cacophony of screeching monkeys and birds. Minutes later, he emerges at the clearing where all the troubles began. He sees the unburied trap door which leads below, closed tightly, and covered with a number of large, heavy stones.[/sblock]
