The Journal of Ezikial Hands, Journeyman Gunner Part Nine
Our arrival upon the island was marked by the discovery of skeleton sentries, of a sort, each marked by fantastic scrimshaw, making them a harbinger of dread.
The first landing was made at the remains of a village, in the last stages of decay, the mud huts sinking back into the soil.
Having decided to make some survey of the island, we traversed the dismal swamplands to a tor so that we may view the entirety of the island. From this vantage, we were able to ascertain that there was a small stockade and a patch of tilled soil. After having laid out our options, we made for our boat to make landing near to the fields and investigate the stockade, it being the likeliest place to find clues, or perhaps fresh water.
When we landed, we did encounter a large crab and having made an end to it, we made a meal of it and then moved on towards the stockade without bothering with the fields.
When we reached the stockade, which sit upon a high point of the island near a clear water spring, we were attacked by two creatures that appeared to be made of the very vines and wood of the jungle itself.
The stockade delivered very little in the way of material wealth, but did provide a journal of excellent worth, it being the last words of a maroonee with valuable information of the happenings on the island.
Based on this journal, we should be wary of ghouls, or at least “ghoul-fever’ being carried by the insects of the place, an ankehg , being a burrowing creature of some sort, and the grindylows. Sadly the man, Ivy, who had written the journal fell prey to ghoul fever and was dispatched by Chopper.
Having secured the stockade as best we could, we begin to make our way back to our boat in order to gather our water barrels; we chanced upon a creature I have seen seldom, that being a monkey. Having thoughts to put the wind up Plugg upon our return, I made to feed it and entice it to be my companion. This being accomplished with some coconut and a small amount of rum, I named the creature “Pluggsley” and I welcomed him as my companion henceforth.
After we had refilled the barrels and made to camp, Reiko checked a spyglass, that we had barley noticed earlier, anchored to the stockade. After having seen what she had, we made ready to assault a cove to our west, it being the abode of the grindylows, we thought, and perhaps to rescue our companions should they yet live…