Swimming, clinging to cracked pieces of ship, whatever you could manage—somehow you’d made it to the shore, soaked and bedraggled and not yet dead. Sand clotted along your legs as you dragged yourself onto dry land. And it looked as though the others had made it, too, or would shortly. If you did a quick head count…
Wait. Wasn’t that one too many?
Underneath one of the palm trees stood… another Passenger? They wore a colorful green ski jacket and baggy jeans, and their shaggy white hair stuck out in all directions, irrespective of gravity. When they turned their head, though, a bright yellow smiley-face greeted you instead of a human one. A Denizen, then. Probably.
They hadn’t been on the boat, so perhaps they lived here, with the sand and trees and sad-looking little hut and… Was that a television in one of the palm trees? Well, it was getting harder and harder to be surprised.
But something still seemed a bit off about the new person. Maybe you were just too shaken up in general? They seemed friendly enough as you approached.
“Well, aren’t you an odd bunch. I never get this many Passengers at once! Ahaha. There isn’t much space in my little hut, but I’m sure we can make it work… It’s right this way. 🙂”
They gestured and turned, but whether out of suspicion, confusion, or just exhaustion, no one followed immediately. They picked up on that quickly and came to a stop.
“You’re wondering… where’s the door, right? I’ll tell you all about it, if you just follow me. 🙂 It isn’t far, I promise.”
It was a little hard to worry about the way out of here when you’d just arrived… But with how you arrived, leaving before anything worse could happen didn’t sound like a bad plan.
Still, something seemed off about this Denizen… Should you follow?
