((This is a prologue to Chapter 3. RP is still paused until the 25th. Enjoy.))
A bat flew overhead beneath the stalactites of the cave ceiling. It's wing flapped as it chittered and grasped onto a sharp-stretched stalactite, holding onto it like a child grasping onto its mother's leg. It settled its dark ebony wings and rested back, falling asleep as a droplet of water trickled its way down the stalactite and fell through the thick darkness of the cave. It landed with a slight splash on the forehead of a man 15 feet beneath the ceiling.
"Hmm.", the man grumbled softly in the darkness. His eyes opened and saw the bare glint of light illuminating the cave. Stalactites, stalagmites, cold rock, and stone, as well as the many pools of freshwater surrounding him, gave off an eerie look. A faint luminescence came from the entrance to the cave which lay to the man's left. He remained in his position, flat out on the floor, lying on the semi-wet cold ground. In the corner of the room, a dead fire lay and beside it on a decaying log was a set of fine armor; multiple brown tunics, pants, and other apparel; a broadsword with etchings that seemed to glow in the shadows. The man grunted, closed his eyes once more, shifted into a different position, attempting to avoid the falling droplets and to achieve sweet, sweet sleep.
After eight minutes, another drop of water landed on his forehead. "Hmmmm.", he grunted loud enough to startle the sleeping bat above him which shit itself, sending a warm, wet mess flying down upon the man's tunic. A grumble, some shifting and he was up. The man took off his tunic and washed it before putting on another brown tunic and moving towards the entrance of the cave.
He stood, looking out onto the island. He could not see it all from his vantage point but had a direct view of the eastern seaboard. It was beautiful. From his feet on the volcanic rock-soil of the cave down to the mountainside and up to the dense jungle that covered the island like a coat of armor that only broke when reaching the sea. The beach was pale and the sea stormy. He had retreated into the cave when the rains came but now the only indication of their presence was the puddles and running streams of water that flowed down the mountain and to the jungle valley. The world was amazing even in this darkest hour. He could hear the clamor of nocturnal creatures even from here. This is what he had fought for. This magnificence. Then he noticed it.
A ship. No. Two ships had foundered on the beachside. And there were people? Or so he thought as he saw ant-like figures onboard the ships and some on the beach. Now? Seriously? They could've sent him now but instead sent him exactly 168 days, 2 hours, 5 minutes and 32 seconds ago. Nevermind that. He had a mission to do. And now was the time to fulfill it. He set off without another thought, walking down the mountain on his bare feet, toward the beach.
