Forsaken: A Survival Island Quest

[Zhade]

Today would be a breather day, I decided. A day where I wouldn't venture too far or push myself too much. I was going to stick to a location I knew, scrounge for fruits and roots and try to build up a stock. Worse comes to worse and a freak thunderstorm rains me in for a few days, I won't have to start chewing on old bones. No heading off to wild unknown and being attacked by vines. Today at least.

My main goal today was scavenging a store of food, but I also had a few other priorities. First was figuring out how to make a harness to carry stuff around in; it would be helpful to gather a food store that isn't the size of an armful. Plus, it would work to hold items in the harness and keep both my hands free. And with a few seconds work, I could untie the harness to use for rope.

It proved much harder to actually put this plan into action than just think of it. Sure, I had an ample amount of vines to make a harness, but the vines weren't ideal rope. They were too stiff and there was a risk of snapping if I pulled too quickly. They were able to support my weight, but only if done cautiously and were completely useless for tying someone up.

But after an hour, I managed to make it work. The vines looped around my torso and waist, a few choice knots here and there let me tighten up parts of the harness to hold something if I need to. At the moment, I was only carrying Pot in it (pressed against my back), but it would allow me to carry a lot more food then with my hands alone. Even more, if I slipped the machete into the loop by my waist and also used my hands.

But I didn't do that, because therein lay my other priority. I had one weapon only, aside my useless fists, and I barely knew how to use it. That needed to change.

So, I set out into what I mentally referred to as "my territory" and began swinging my bladed stick around.

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I kinda unsure where my confidence came from regarding "my" forest. Besides the fact that my cave is there, I haven't really spent any time taming it. I knew my way around it, having already spent days in it, but I didn't rule it. Something that would slowly change, if I had my way.

As I walked, I kept an eye out for tracks and prints; anything that would alert me to the fact I was co-habituating in this forest. There was a lot of them, made sense as this area was close to a river. It should be prime watering ground.

But interestingly, I only noticed small prints. Those of rats or squirrels and the like. Nothing like the massive wolf I had seen, nor even any human prints (excepting mine own). Which is rather worrying, as I know another human has been in these woods. It's almost suspiciously empty. I thought back to Pot's previous owner; I know it had been awhile since it's demise, but what had killed it? What had once resided in the hollow I know sleep in? And would I meet the same fate? All these thoughts and more went through my head as I took a shit under a tree. Nice to know human nature is the same no matter the environment.

I've been thinking of digging a latrine near my cave, but it would be very noticeable, so for now I've been making due heeding nature's call under random, safe looking trees. A good source of leaves too, once you're done, although I suggest checking first to make sure none of them are poisonous. Haven't had the misfortune yet, but it pays to stay safe.

Aside from my bathroom breaks, most of my time was spent practicing with the machete. It's been in my hand constantly since I awoke, which might explain why I've been taking it for granted. I learned a bit about swinging it around by just carrying it, and I learned a lot more from chopping those vines yesterday.

But today, feeling a bit foolish, I practiced moves. Blocking, parrying and countering. My speed couldn't hope to compare to the beasts on this island, but by playing to my strengths (my superior human intellect) I could likely eke out an advantage. By carefully watching and moving in the most efficient way possible, I could cut down on unnecessary movements. By methodically planning out attack strategies, I would cut down on hesitation and slow thinking. And by swinging the machete around, I would slowly grow more accustomed to it's weight and reach, slowly forming a deeper connection.

I didn't make any major breakthroughs today of course, that would be silly. One doesn't become a Master of the Sword by swinging his machete around for a few hours. But I definitely felt more comfortable with the blade now, less unsure of myself and it's edge. I also stopped accidentally cutting myself, so that was a plus.

Most of attention was otherwise spent instead on avoiding the dangers of the island and finding more food. I collected the last of the coconuts on that stretch of beach, breaking them open for easier carrying. Other than that, it was slim pickings. I found part of a dead rat, it's body crushed from a fall and relatively fresh, which I hesitantly took. I also found a few more of those Pernades, but I avoided them for now. There were some mushrooms and berries here and there, but I have a feeling I should only eat those when things are truly hopeless. Or figure out how to apply them to my blade or any arrows I fetch in the future, but I would need to figure out a proper way of handling them.

But aside from that, my section of the island continued to remain remarkably empty, aside from the ever present and inedible greenery. The inedible part I may test eventually, I thought, if this scavenging day continues like this.

I was heading to the river, still swinging my blade and thinking I should head further inland to find better chances of food, when I hit the jackpot. Large prints. Hooves, with two smaller indentations nestled in the back. If I hadn't already seen what the animal these footprints belonged to, I would have had no idea what I was looking at.

Pot felt really heavy on my back all of a sudden.

Choose One
[] Track it down: It would feed me for days, allow me to venture deeper into the island without worrying about supplies. So long as I killed it before it could kill me...
-[] Kill it via Ambush: Higher chance of success, but higher chance of wounds
-[] Kill it via Trickery: Lower chance of success, lower chance of wounds
-[] Writein...
[] Leave it alone: The piglet left me alone last time because it was scared. If I try to hunt it, it'll be even more scared, but this time it might lash back. It's not worth the risk, I have enough food anyway...​

 

[RhapsodyOfLife]

[X] Leave it alone: The piglet left me alone last time because it was scared. If I try to hunt it, it'll be even more scared, but this time it might lash back. It's not worth the risk, I have enough food anyway...

Tentative vote for leaving the pig alone because while the experience fighting would be good and we could probably kill it without dying ourselves, I'm unsure if we'd be able to preserve its meat. Also, we may be competing with other hunters over the piglet (like the wolves, or the other guy who punted our pod away), and I do not want to be in conflict with murderbeasts or the only human we've encountered so far.

Inb4 the piggie leaves us in the dust.

 

[Zhade]

You can quite easily make jerky, as you're close to the sea. Of course, you've never actually made jerky in the wild, so your first attempts will be noticeably subpar and you will lose a lot of the meat.

But hey, the jerky will last forever, and can be broken into smaller pieces to make it easier to carry.

 

[Lydia]

[X] Leave it alone: The piglet left me alone last time because it was scared. If I try to hunt it, it'll be even more scared, but this time it might lash back. It's not worth the risk, I have enough food anyway...

 

[Grosstoad]

[X] Track it down: It would feed me for days, allow me to venture deeper into the island without worrying about supplies. So long as I killed it before it could kill me...
-[X] Kill it via Ambush: Higher chance of success, but higher chance of wounds

The sound of skill points piling up invigorates me. Plus, I want to see how his perk work with wounds.

 

[Nevill]

[x] Track it down: It would feed me for days, allow me to venture deeper into the island without worrying about supplies. So long as I killed it before it could kill me...
-[x] Kill it via Ambush: Higher chance of success, but higher chance of wounds

Delicious piggy!

 

[Mik3k]

[X] Track it down: It would feed me for days, allow me to venture deeper into the island without worrying about supplies. So long as I killed it before it could kill me...
-[X] Kill it via Ambush: Higher chance of success, but higher chance of wounds

 

[veekie]

[X] Track it down: It would feed me for days, allow me to venture deeper into the island without worrying about supplies. So long as I killed it before it could kill me...
-[X] Kill it via Ambush: Higher chance of success, but higher chance of wounds

 

[PsyFarrow]

[x] Track it down: It would feed me for days, allow me to venture deeper into the island without worrying about supplies. So long as I killed it before it could kill me...
-[x] Kill it via Ambush: Higher chance of success, but higher chance of wounds

 

[Zhade]

My mouth watered at the thought at the thought of all that fresh meat. It's been who knows how long since I had protein; all I've eaten for almost a week were fruits. Living on a deserted island required a certain type of diet, and the diet wasn't vegetarian. Almost instinctively, I threw away the rat carcass; if I was doing this, I didn't want any fallback options. I didn't want my will to waver partway through the hunt, for my mind to start thinking of how easier it would be to just go home and cook what I had already found and to stop caring were it had been.

I was going to eat meat tonight, and I was damned if it would be a fucking rat.

My determination didn't waver when I lost the piglet's trail twice over as many hours. Tracking it through the forest was a lot more difficult that it looked; sometimes the tracks would be lead in torturous loops that would have me circling for minutes before I caught on. It was wily, the piglet, probably as a result of living on this island with no protective parents. It would probably grow more confident as it matured, it's hide growing thicker and it's tusks longer. It may even grow old enough to kill one of those wolves it undoubtedly hides from now. I wonder if it would ever look back and marvel at how far it had come, at how it had survived to such an age.

Of course, I think about such things now, not then when I was tracking the little monster along it's trails while leaves and branches kept hiding him from me.

One advice I will give regarding tracking is to not worry about keeping a pace. I know humans are better long-distance runners than most animals, but that only works on the plains, places where you can run without interruption. You try jogging through the woods while following a trail, see where it gets you. Just remember to keep a faster average pace than whatever it is you're following; wouldn't want dinner to run away from you now, would we?

I didn't know how I knew, but as I followed the tracks I could tell that they were getting fresher and fresher. There was some quality to them that shone in my eyes like an expiration date, something that made my feet quicken and my stride length. So much so that I didn't even notice the sounds of the river growing louder.

And then I saw it. Big and fat and juicy, sating it's thirst from the rapid river. Well, my vision was a bit biased after tracking it for so long, as I'm pretty sure now that it was more on the malnourished side. And it was nowhere near fat; it was wild animal, not something brought up on a farm!

Anyways, I saw it in the distance, far enough that I didn't have to worry about it hearing me, and the way the wind was blowing and how quickly it was gulping down water, I didn't have to worry about it smelling me either. Both of which let me slowly inch closer, my machete out and waiting.

While I was doing that, I furiously began thinking of how to actually kill it. So far, I had been so focused on tracking it that my only plan was a vague idea of my running at it swinging my machete madly.

Obviously that plan would need some tightening up. From our first encounter, I knew that the piglet was quick on it's feet and sturdy enough to brush through vegetation that looked impassable to me. It's tusks, while not the size of it's parents, were still long enough that they could gore me. I thought about leading it into the river, but the chance of losing the corpse was too great.

I then decided that without the use of traps or ranged weapons, and the piglet being far faster, my only hope was to get in close and try to drive the machete into it's head. It's heart if the skull proved too hard to split in one blow. Maybe it's stomach if the ribs are too close. I started wishing I had made a spear for this.

So, trying not to think about how stupid this idea was, I leaped from where I was hiding and rushed towards the piglet. By some sheer stroke of luck, I managed to grab hold of it's back before it could flee and brought my machete up for a downward blow.

Honestly, I wish I could write down what happened next. But it was all a blur; fur and tusk and blood mixing together into a continuous stream of violence. I remember screaming my throat raw, as the piglet squealed and growled in equal measure. I think I kept a hold on it throughout the fight, and I fought more on instinct than with any coherent strategy. I know I had gotten the first blow, but the time between that moment and the one of me standing over it's corpse is as lost as my memories prior to this island.

My body was still functional, but not much can be said otherwise. Cuts and bruises covered my body, and at one point it's hooves had done a merry little dance on my chest, leaving it covered in imprints. The worst was a cut along my cheek that was sheeting blood down my face, splattering the ground. That would leave a mark.

The other guy was worse off though, given the numerous wounds along it's torso, as well as a brutal blow that had caved in it's head and was probably what won the fight.

It was...exhilarating. It's easy to forget, but this is how our ancestors hunted (well, perhaps a bit less amateurish), so of course there would be an evolutionary pressure to feel pleased after a successful hunt. Or maybe it was just my brain celebrating that it hadn't been the one to be caved in.

In any case, I collapsed onto the riverbank, laughing to myself in sheer relief that I was alive.

~~~
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By the time I calmed down, the sun was well past it's apex. Not quite afternoon, I decided I needed to move quickly if I wanted to eat dinner and be back home before nightfall. A lot less worrisome, now that I had that lamp, but it was still best to avoid traveling too much after dark.

After slapping some river mud onto the wound on my cheek and some of the other lesser cuts, I heaved the heavy corpse onto my shoulders and secured it carefully with some vines. Thankfully, there was little blood. The head wound I gave it was likely from the handle of the machete (it looked a bit warped now) and the other cuts had already stopped bleeding.

For a moment, I thought of heading back to the cave but a better idea struck me. There was no way I could eat all of this pig in one go. Much of it would go to waste if I tried cooking it. But if I preserved this, it could last me for days! I didn't know much about preserving, and I don't think I had the right tools for it either, but my broken memory did give me a vague idea of how jerky was made. A lot of the steps could be skipped, so long as you dried the meat and avoided bacteria. Which required salt.

Which I could get from the sea.

And that's how I followed the river to where it met the sea, took out Pot and began boiling seawater. Starting a fire was hard at first, but I had carefully collected dry sticks and leaves on my way over. Boiling the seawater took the longest, but gave me time to collect pieces of flat stone to lay on the sand and began butchering.

It wasn't pretty. I'm fairly certain I could have gotten a lot more meat than what I ended up with, but hey. First time for everything. I recommend cutting against the grain when you're doing your first butchery. You get better cuts that way.

I laid down strips of muscle on stones near the fire, sprinkled them with seasalt and then collected the remains of my shameful attempt of butchering. Aside from some of the inedible parts, I think I could make soup out of them. The brain was still intact too, and I remembered that it contained a lot of fat. The bones still had their marrow and were still covered in meat that I hadn't extracted properly. In the meantime, I had to keep careful watch over my would-be jerky; some of them might accidentally get cooked and then they would be useless for preserving.

So, my jerky was slowly drying and I was trying to work out how exactly a soup could be made from bones, fat and gristle, when I heard something rustling from the treeline and I looked up at two eyes watching me.

For a brief moment, I thought they were the same eyes as from my dream, but no. They were a darker yellow, not the amber that haunted my sleep. Nor were they the deep blue of the Other either. And then I saw the rest of the person as they stepped out from the shadows: grimy blouse, torn jeans and a sturdy looking backpack.

It was a woman, looking terrified out of her mind and staring at the meat with a kind of desperate longing.

Choose One:
[] Be Aggressive: I lifted my machete and pointed it at the woman while slowly stalking warningly towards her. Never again.
[] Be Wary: I kept my machete close by, so that I could draw it in an instant, but I tossed her one of the pieces of jerky I accidentally cooked.
[] Be Friendly: Speaking softly and showing open hands, I enticed the woman to sit close by the fire, to warm herself up.
[] Write-in​

 

[RhapsodyOfLife]

Honestly, I wish I could write down what happened next. But it was all a blur; fur and tusk and blood mixing together into a continuous stream of violence. I remember screaming my throat raw, as the piglet squealed and growled in equal measure. I think I kept a hold on it throughout the fight, and I fought more on instinct than with any coherent strategy. I know I had gotten the first blow, but the time between that moment and the one of me standing over it's corpse is as lost as my memories prior to this island.

Click to shrink...

Too bad the epic struggle of Man Vs. Pig will be forever lost to time.


[X] Be Wary: I kept my machete close by, so that I could draw it in an instant, but I tossed her one of the pieces of jerky I accidentally cooked.

Because I don't want to be a jerk to the second human being we've found on the island, but at the same time, I don't want to be unprepared if she tries to shank us. Besides, we should have enough preservable food supplies with the jerky and the coconuts, so it's not like we'll be hard pressed for food.

 

[Grosstoad]

. . . Social Links!

Well, there was the skull guy, but his was minus from the very beginning.

[X] Be Friendly: Speaking softly and showing open hands, I enticed the woman to sit close by the fire, to warm herself up.

 

[PsyFarrow]

[X] Be Wary: I kept my machete close by, so that I could draw it in an instant, but I tossed her one of the pieces of jerky I accidentally cooked.
-Then I asked who she was and how she'd come to be here.

I'm feeling pretty suspicious, but if she's legit finding her in a ditch later would weigh on our MC. Best to initiate dialogue and include reasonable caution

 

[Nevill]

One advice I will give regarding tracking is to not worry about keeping a pace. I know humans are better long-distance runners than most animals, but that only works on the plains, places where you can run without interruption. You try jogging through the woods while following a trail, see where it get's you. Just remember to keep a faster pace than whatever it is you're following; wouldn't want dinner to run away from you now, would we?

Click to shrink...

So, is he advicing to keep the pace or not?

And then I saw the rest of the person as they stepped out from the shadows: grimy blouse, torn jeans and a sturdy looking backpack.

Click to shrink...

Well, that does not look like a native. Did she arrive in a pod too?
Wait, yellow eyes?

[X] Be Wary: I kept my machete close by, so that I could draw it in an instant, but I tossed her one of the pieces of jerky I accidentally cooked.

Give her a piece to keep her interested. The rest may be forthcoming depending on the reaction.

 

[ConfusedPotato]

[X] Be Wary: I kept my machete close by, so that I could draw it in an instant, but I tossed her one of the pieces of jerky I accidentally cooked.

 

[Zhade]

So, is he advicing to keep the pace or not?

Click to shrink...

Hm, should be "faster average pace", thanks.

 

[konamikode]

[X] Be Wary: I kept my machete close by, so that I could draw it in an instant, but I tossed her one of the pieces of jerky I accidentally cooked.

 

[Varano]

[X] Be Wary: I kept my machete close by, so that I could draw it in an instant, but I tossed her one of the pieces of jerky I accidentally cooked.
​

 

[Lydia]

[X] Be Wary: I kept my machete close by, so that I could draw it in an instant, but I tossed her one of the pieces of jerky I accidentally cooked.

Why does it matter if the flesh is cooked? As long as it dried with the salt there should be no problem.

 

[Zhade]

We stared at each other across the fire. She didn't make a move, but a rising tension within made me want to act, to strike out and drive her away before something bad happened. It had happened last time, it would be prudent to deal the first blow, to surprise and ambush my enemy before they could do the same to me.

But there is a time for action and a time for caution. This was the second.

So, very carefully not loosening the death grip I had on the machete, I cautiously picked up a piece of cooked jerky and threw it at her. It landed on the sand, a few feet from the shelter of the trees.

Her eyes, still a startlingly dark yellow, twitched back and forth between my own and the jerky for a few minutes. Then, almost visibly, her hunger overtook her fear and she hesitantly took a few steps forward and grabbed the meat. There was no joy in her eyes when she ate it, just a little less desperation.

Now that she was out of the trees and in the waning sunlight, I got a much better look at her. Her outfit clashed rather spectacularly with the island. Her blouse was still intact, but caked and covered with filth, to the point where I couldn't tell the original color anymore. it seemed like pinstripe though. Her jeans weren't jeans at all, but the remains of a long tube skirt that had been stitched together. She had no shoes, and everything about her showed signs of extreme wear and tear, including her face.

Her eyes were the most striking part of her, a dark yellow that gleamed in the firelight and moved rapidly around even while she was eating. Her hair was a lighter yellow, a natural blonde that had been crudely hacked so it fell around her ears. Her face was pale, somehow untouched by the sun and sitting on the line between pretty and beautiful. Or at least so I thought; her condition didn't do her any wonders.

The only part of her that seemed to show signs of being taken care of was the backpack. It was a dark color, relatively clean compared to it's owner and firmly closed up. It would be really useful to have on this island...

I shook my head and signed. No. I'm not that desperate. Well, not yet anyway.

The woman had taken a seat not far from the fire; close enough that she could feel the heat but far enough that I couldn't reach her without giving ample warning. The jerky was a big piece, and it took her a few minutes to eat it all, devouring it in hungry, quick chomps. She chewed thoroughly. At least she wasn't completely uncivilized.

For politeness sake, I decided to wait until she had fed before I would start asking my questions. It was a bit strange, that this entire exchange had happened without either of us raising our voices. Only the crackling of the fire, the noise of the waves and the quiet sounds of my guest eating.

This is a far cry from my previous encounter, I mused. I still held onto the machete carefully, wary of her suddenly deciding she wanted seconds, but my grip wasn't as tight as it was before. Hunger is something I can empathize with.

With a silent sign, the woman finished the last of the jerky, licked her fingers for any last remnants of fat, slipped off her backpack (the movement prompting me to tighten my machete again), and then laid down on the sand with the pack as a pillow.

"Oh for-" I began. I stood up and walked around the fire to where my guest was starting to snore. "This isn't how this works. I have questions, don't just eat and take a nap!"

My guest didn't answer, already whisked off to dreamland. Her legs curled up into her chest like a baby, her face peaceful now that her eyes were closed. That just pissed me off even more. Where the hell does she think she is? Sleeping on an open beach like this is sure to get her killed! Not to mention completely ignoring the angry man waving a knife at you! It's a wonder she survived this long.

I started forwards, my footsteps angry, ready to start poking at her with the tip of the machete until she learned to listen, when I noticed a hand-stitched pattern on her backpack, stark and white against the black. Here, I'll draw it for you. Yes, it was a bit of a shock for me too.

I slowly moved her head aside, trying to get a better look at her backpack and for anything else that may give another answer (and another mystery), when the woman awoke suddenly.

It was an instant thing, the moment I touched her hair, her eyes snapped open and her mouth opened wide in a loud scream. It made me take a few steps away from her, my machete now once more in a death grip. I needn't have bothered.

The woman rolled around on the sand, screaming something, her eyes locked still and looking at something only she could see. She was screaming words, but I couldn't understand them. It was the same phrase (or two phrases rather) over and over again. I tried to write down what I heard, perhaps you might have a better chance then me of deciphering it:

De Wender! De Wender! Se commen durch de Wender!​

This repeated for over the next five minutes. I started at her, flabbergasted and a bit nervous, while she continued her breakdown. It's uncomfortable watching another human act so uncontrolled; it feels voyeuristic. Like I was watching something private. While I was still having such thoughts, her screams stopped suddenly and her eyes freed themselves from their fixed position, resuming their frightened, frantic movements.

Her hand quickly reached inside her backpack, made a twisting motion, and then she vanished. Well, not really vanished. She very swiftly got up and left the beach, striking rapidly into the forest. I know that, I remember seeing her do that. But back then, I didn't notice at all; it was like there was a mental blind spot around her. I went back to tending the fire, completely ignoring her presence as she scurried away. It was only a few minutes later, when the effect wore off or she ran out of range that I suddenly remembered where the missing piece of jerky had gone. At that point, of course, she was long gone.

Well. At least I now know how she managed to survive for so long.

At least she didn't steal any more of my jerky.


Day 6

A new day dawns. After making a shoddy soup that give me stomach pains for the rest of the night, I came back home with the rest of the jerky. Even after all that had happened and the amount I had wasted, I estimated I had enough to last me for another three days. A good stockpile, although I'm not so foolish as to think that such windfall would come my way all the time; I struck lucky with finding a piglet that both didn't have the protections of it's parents and was wily enough to hide from other opportunistic predators.

Not wily enough to hide from me though.

Moving on, I feel like my feet are on firmer ground. I don't need to constantly worry about food (although it should still be a priority) and I can now take a far more liberal approach to my activities on the island. It does feel like there's a lot more time in the day. Now, the question is how to go about filling it...

Choose FOUR actions to be done over the next two days:
[] Track: There are people or things I need to find before I can interact with.
-[] The Other: I have no hope of defeating him head on, but with some trickery...
-[] The Secretary: I'm unsatisfied with our last encounter. She must have some answers...
[] Scavenge: I have food, but it's always wise to find more. I'll stick to places I know, see if I can scrounge anything up.
[] Explore: I need to know more about the island, it's secrets and it's mysteries.
-[] Write-in Direction; leave blank for GM's discretion.
[] Craft: I should really make something to help me on this island, even if my skills aren't the best.
-[] Write-in
[] Train: My survival skills are lacking; I must fix that. The Island doesn't forgive.
-[] Write-in Skill
[] Interact: These people or creatures are interesting and perhaps helpful.
-[] The Runt: The Titanshell crab with a clam for a home is always slower than the others. It's pitiful, and perhaps more malleable than the others.
[] Experiment: There are a lot of interesting flora, fauna and items on this island. I should try to learn more about one.
-[] Write-in what you want to find more about.
[] Write-in: Actually, I think I'll...

 

[Zhade]

Why does it matter if the flesh is cooked? As long as it dried with the salt there should be no problem.

Click to shrink...

To make jerky, you need to dry it. Cooking it won't dry it, and would just make it go bad in a few days. Any meat you cook has to be eaten soon, while jerky can be kept for weeks.

On another note, I'm curious to see if anyone can decipher what the Secretary was saying. I need to know if I'm making the puzzles too easy or too hard. Also, she isn't actually a Secretary; she just looked like one so that's how you mentally label her as.

 

[Lydia]

De Wender! De Wender! Se commen durch de Wender!

Click to shrink...

The walls the walls they come through the walls. This is the translation if she said Die Wände! Die Wände! Sie kommen duch die Wände!

 

[veekie]

[X] Scavenge: I have food, but it's always wise to find more. I'll stick to places I know, see if I can scrounge anything up
[X] Craft: I should really make something to help me on this island, even if my skills aren't the best..
[X] Explore: I need to know more about the island, it's secrets and it's mysteries.
[X] Interact: These people or creatures are interesting and perhaps helpful.
-[X] The Runt: The Titanshell crab with a clam for a home is always slower than the others. It's pitiful, and perhaps more malleable than the others.

 

[Zhade]

The walls the walls they come through the walls. This is the translation if she said Die Wände! Die Wände! Sie kommen duch die Wände!

Click to shrink...

Hm, seems I need to increase the difficulty of the puzzles, if people can get them this quickly.

Craft: I should really make something to help me on this island, even if my skills aren't the best..

Click to shrink...

Do note you actually need to write down what you want to craft. If you just want to raise your crafting skills, use the Train option.

 

[NaanContributor]

[X] Track: There are people or things I need to find before I can interact with.
-[X] The Secretary: I'm unsatisfied with our last encounter. She must have some answers...
[X] Explore: I need to know more about the island, it's secrets and it's mysteries.
[X] Craft: I should really make something to help me on this island, even if my skills aren't the best.
-[X] Spear(s). Weapon, walking stick, and tool for things at a distance. Simple too, what's not to love?
[X] Train: My survival skills are lacking; I must fix that. The Island doesn't forgive.
-[X] Learn to use new spear(s).