Long ago, an island surfaced the Pacific Ocean, undetected by even the most advanced of sciences. A strange magnetically charged field surrounds island, as well as the many miles in its circumference. It serves to scramble any and all types of communication and/or navigation, therefore being the downfall of many planes and boats. The unknown explanation of a couple flights that never arrived, and near the same amount of nautical expeditions that simply, vanished.

Dense forestry, lush and thriving cover most of the island, though the brush thins and births grassy plains, or other groves and thickets. A volcano is the center, though its sides are covered in the same dense greenery that covers the entire island, though it browns near the vent. It has been a long time since the last eruption, but earthquakes are fairly frequent, noting that the volcanoes dormancy has not yet come. Much of the island is yet to be discovered, and mystery is in every shadow, discovery in every step...

Jagged coral reefs stretch for a couple miles out from the island, the ocean's depth ranging from 5 to 20 ft at high tide. The coral fades into shoals that block most entrances. The sandy crests continue the boundary for a few miles out, some breaking the surface. These obstacles are cut short by a sudden, jagged drop-off. Here is where the danger mounts as rip-tides, under currents, powerful ocean surges and dangerous surf will drown out the weak from the strong.

The strong, whom have survived, are the beginnings of the people. On barges to and from mainlands, horses and dogs survived the plight as well, adding to the beings who populate the isle. But still flights are lost and nautical expeditions gone amiss. Still, the ocean in its magnificent blue splendor separates the living from the dead. Still, the island is shrouded in its field of undetection, and still survival continues in a circle that never ends.

You've survived the relentless sea, and suffered the loss you only think happens in movies. The isle is only a distance away and the shade beckons you with a cool hand. The reef fades into a trail of white sand that continues to the shore, a current carrying arms that don't tread water, and legs that don't kick. The grainy kiss of sand is wondrous as the full force of the situation hits you. You've made it, but to where? and so far, you're alone. The decisions are yours to make. …choose.

[TYPE] human-equine-canine-

[COMPLETED] saturday, 7.16.05, 12:01 HT

[OWNER] hawaii

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