The Griffin Tribe
"Timber!" Martin shouted loudly as a tree crashed to the ground sending birds and animals running in all directions. A few of the crew were able to react fast enough to take few rabbits down. Hochi looked around his makeshift camp that was starting to be set up. He was splitting logs for the fires, there were a few men working on tents and a few were out in the woods looking for food. This island wasn't on any of his charts or maps, there was just a few mentions of it in some books. He slammed the axe down splitting a log in two.
He finished with the rest of the logs that were designated for firewood. Night was coming fast, he looked at his watch, 6 O'clock they had about an hour before sunset. This Island was strange, it was in a tropical place, but yet there were no palm trees or any tropical plant life in general. The trees were mainly weeping willows and pine trees on the interior of the island. Almost all the beaches were hard to navigate due to cliffs and large rocks that had to be scaled to get around. As far as he knew, there were no inhabitants, at least they hadn't met them yet.
As the sun sank below the tree line the shadows over took the forest. Fires were quickly lit, food was cooked and bellies were filled. Hochi wrote in his journal: Island seems safe enough, the forests are overflowing with animals. First day of hunting and we have enough rations for a week. Its amazing! Possible hunting grounds for the future? Tomorrow we will move deeper into the island while fortifying our position.
He closed the journal, "Ill take the first watch, lets get some sleep, we have a lot of work to do tomorrow." The men slowly moved to their tents for the night.
"Timber!" Martin shouted loudly as a tree crashed to the ground sending birds and animals running in all directions. A few of the crew were able to react fast enough to take few rabbits down. Hochi looked around his makeshift camp that was starting to be set up. He was splitting logs for the fires, there were a few men working on tents and a few were out in the woods looking for food. This island wasn't on any of his charts or maps, there was just a few mentions of it in some books. He slammed the axe down splitting a log in two.
He finished with the rest of the logs that were designated for firewood. Night was coming fast, he looked at his watch, 6 O'clock they had about an hour before sunset. This Island was strange, it was in a tropical place, but yet there were no palm trees or any tropical plant life in general. The trees were mainly weeping willows and pine trees on the interior of the island. Almost all the beaches were hard to navigate due to cliffs and large rocks that had to be scaled to get around. As far as he knew, there were no inhabitants, at least they hadn't met them yet.
As the sun sank below the tree line the shadows over took the forest. Fires were quickly lit, food was cooked and bellies were filled. Hochi wrote in his journal: Island seems safe enough, the forests are overflowing with animals. First day of hunting and we have enough rations for a week. Its amazing! Possible hunting grounds for the future? Tomorrow we will move deeper into the island while fortifying our position.
He closed the journal, "Ill take the first watch, lets get some sleep, we have a lot of work to do tomorrow." The men slowly moved to their tents for the night.