~Brielle By the time we made it to the island, my stomach was so queasy, I started to doubt if I could stand or not. I stayed hidden, hearing keen, as I patiently wait for the captain to leave the boat, and anyone else on the docks had dispersed. When everything sounded still, I made my move, forcing my stiff limbs into submission. I almost fall on my face, as I crawl across the boards, removing myself from when I had been hunched the entire journey. The breeze off the lake hits me the moment I hobble to my feet. It chills me right through my clothes, but it snaps my mind back into reality. I need to get off this boat, and find a way onto the island. And most importantly, not get caught.&n
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