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A journey for the intellectual mind does not begin with fear of discovery, or fear of the truth. A true intellectual is always curious, always questioning. The true measure of intelligence ends when one's mind stops asking questions, and seeking information. It was those kinds of individuals, who have stopped growing their minds, that surrounded Charlotte, and ridiculed her intellectual pursuits as foolish. They would claim that what they know now is enough. The kings of humanity cling to their power with cautious fear, thinking that venturing towards thought they cannot understand might endanger their power.
One of the most dangerous and most curious of all things undiscovered, was the large island that no one dare sail near due to how it claims so many ships. Ships that managed to escape reported seeing unnatural beasts known nowhere else in this world. So, the island then became a location of doom for all those who traverse the sea.
Thankfully, Charlotte was not without her own means of power. Born into a wealthy family, with her own money, she found sailors desperate enough to take her to the island, despite the stories of doom that surrounded it. The men themselves often talked among themselves, hoping the island was just a myth. But after several months of sailing, they found that the island was very much real. "Land ho!" a sailor in the crow's nest would shout. The entire crew went quiet, watching the island get slowly closer, but none were aware of the various shapes traveling under the water, gathering under the boat like man eating fish expecting a meal to drop down into their level.
The ship tilted over to the side, and the sailors suddenly panicked in fear. They scrambled, some going for weapons, others going to see about maintaining control of the ship. Strange sounds came from below the ship, before the ship began to tilt worse and worse. The men screamed that the boat was sinking. One man dived overboard right away, taking a rowboat with him, but his action made all others hesitate, as it seemed that some kind of squid was quick to claim him and his boat, dragging him into the ocean. Various rocks the size of a human being were flung out from the water, as if catapulted by the beasts below, ripping holes in the ship, damaging it further as one particular boulder broke the mast, sending it crashing down, and right towards Charlotte.
Charlotte's dreams began with a splitting headache, followed by a sensation of breathlessness and impossible pressure, before both symptoms seemed to slowly vanish like a forgotten memory. Barely conscious, Charlotte would be able to tell she was moving, or being moved, for quite some time. She felt her body handed from one pair of arms to another, before finally finding peace as she felt herself sink into what felt like a bed...
From seeing the island from afar, the next thing Charlotte's eyes would lay upon is the inside of a tan colored tent that was large enough for two people to live in comfortably in the wilderness. That is to say, it was fairly large. Her eyes would also behold a dark colored hand holding a primitive wooden cup in her hand, gently bringing the rim of the cup to Charlotte's lips. "Drink, the salt water has made you thirsty." commanded a tough voice of a woman, one that gave mental imagery to a warrior woman. Such was not far from the truth if Charlotte chose to look, as she'd see a dark skinned woman with toned muscles, and several small scars on her face.
One of the most dangerous and most curious of all things undiscovered, was the large island that no one dare sail near due to how it claims so many ships. Ships that managed to escape reported seeing unnatural beasts known nowhere else in this world. So, the island then became a location of doom for all those who traverse the sea.
Thankfully, Charlotte was not without her own means of power. Born into a wealthy family, with her own money, she found sailors desperate enough to take her to the island, despite the stories of doom that surrounded it. The men themselves often talked among themselves, hoping the island was just a myth. But after several months of sailing, they found that the island was very much real. "Land ho!" a sailor in the crow's nest would shout. The entire crew went quiet, watching the island get slowly closer, but none were aware of the various shapes traveling under the water, gathering under the boat like man eating fish expecting a meal to drop down into their level.
The ship tilted over to the side, and the sailors suddenly panicked in fear. They scrambled, some going for weapons, others going to see about maintaining control of the ship. Strange sounds came from below the ship, before the ship began to tilt worse and worse. The men screamed that the boat was sinking. One man dived overboard right away, taking a rowboat with him, but his action made all others hesitate, as it seemed that some kind of squid was quick to claim him and his boat, dragging him into the ocean. Various rocks the size of a human being were flung out from the water, as if catapulted by the beasts below, ripping holes in the ship, damaging it further as one particular boulder broke the mast, sending it crashing down, and right towards Charlotte.
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Chapter 1: That Which is Stronger than Most Men
Charlotte's dreams began with a splitting headache, followed by a sensation of breathlessness and impossible pressure, before both symptoms seemed to slowly vanish like a forgotten memory. Barely conscious, Charlotte would be able to tell she was moving, or being moved, for quite some time. She felt her body handed from one pair of arms to another, before finally finding peace as she felt herself sink into what felt like a bed...
From seeing the island from afar, the next thing Charlotte's eyes would lay upon is the inside of a tan colored tent that was large enough for two people to live in comfortably in the wilderness. That is to say, it was fairly large. Her eyes would also behold a dark colored hand holding a primitive wooden cup in her hand, gently bringing the rim of the cup to Charlotte's lips. "Drink, the salt water has made you thirsty." commanded a tough voice of a woman, one that gave mental imagery to a warrior woman. Such was not far from the truth if Charlotte chose to look, as she'd see a dark skinned woman with toned muscles, and several small scars on her face.