Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160716191324/@comment-25828117-20160719210958

Martha and Randall appeared to be arriving at their destination. A large opening in the middle of the jungle where primitive huts made out of straw and other scavenged materials stood in a circle around a big shrine. On top of the shrine a bright pink artifact from before the war stood on a pedestal.

When the hunters entered the village, the wives and children started to cheer, while Martha and Randall, along with the dingo and the wheelbarrow trapped between them was paraded around town as their prize.

The boatman looked down on Keiki with a disinterrested look.

"You know you can't go directly to Pirate Cove. You gotta that a boat from Lady Leisure. The Trans Pacific Ferry Service isn't allowed that near that shithole of an island."