Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160902215054/@comment-25828117-20170827195737

The ball had rolled off to an old wreck of a car. An ancient thing that had its original colors rusted off by the sea breezes that swept the treeless island.

A gust of cold wind swept across the old thing, the golden dry dune grass that almost covered the entire island faintly scratched the chassis and blew the ball away again. Towards the south where they had been left by Captain Stick.

The ball didn't get far but as Gerald got to it he noticed strangers arriving from the horizon. Someone or some people had landed.