Island’s Wrath Option Bb1: Head Toward the Ocean
Welcome to the end of the Island’s Wrath adventure. Readers choices have you heading for the ocean in hopes of avoiding the wolves. Let’s see what happens.
(If you’re just stopping in, just know you’ve been ship wreaked on an island and are being hunted by wolves. If you’d like to read the first three posts in this adventure, you can find them to the left under recent posts.)
Island’s Wrath Option Bb1: Head Toward the Ocean
The howling of the wolves grows closer as you debate which way to go. The island’s big. Looking into the greenery of the forest, you realize it’d be very easy to get lost heading inland and, considering your ultimate goal is to get home, you decide going toward the beach is the way your should head.
To avoid the wolves, you turn right, running down the hill into the forest but keeping the sight of the beach through the trees always on your left. The howling stops, which sends a chill through you even though it’s rather warm out.
They must have reached the cave and are now searching for you. Considering they were going to hunt for you anyway, you kind of just played into their game but at least you have a head start.
But now you can’t hear them, so you keep looking over your shoulder, expecting to see them on your trail.
Having gone a ways, you turn left toward the beach. The wolves’ sense of smell will lead them this far, so you hit the sand of the beach and keep going until you’re knee deep in water. Then you sink down and swim, following the island but keeping low in hopes the wolves won’t see you.
Just as you think you’ve lost them, a pup appears on the sand. Taking a deep breath, you sink below the waves and count to twenty. When you surface, the pup hasn’t moved and another pup has joined him.
They’re staring at you. As soon as your head breaks the water, they’re howling in triumph. A deeper howl answers them.
You want to curse in frustration, but you’re treading water and you’re breath heavy in exertion. The chances of evading the wolves now is slim. Looking around, you see an outcropping of rock. Perhaps you can loose them in there.
While you’re swimming toward the outcropping, a horn blares. It takes you a second to realize the sound’s human made, but when you do, you look over your shoulder to see a sail boat like the one you wreaked.
A man’s waving at you. In his other hand is an orange and white life ring. Once he’s close enough, he pitches it at you.
The ring plops onto the water about five feet away. Grabbing ahold of it, you let the man pull you in. He gives you a hand getting into the boat.
“Just in the nick of time,” he says, pointing at the beach.
The wolves are pacing the sand. They’re no longer howling and their hackles are raised.
“Perfect timing,” you agree. “They would’ve had me for lunch.”
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The man, Sam, sails you back home, promising to take you out on a fishing trip the next vacation you get. He says he knows all the good fishing stops…and the islands to avoid.
The End
Yay, you survived and made it home=) Thank you for joining in the adventure. Have a wonderful day.
Blessings,
Jennifer
