[Stygian Jett] "You need to see this. I've never seen anything like it! I bet they're pirates!" I said excitedly, running my hand through my thick brown hair before beckoning to my friend behind me. I smiled hugely, trying to lean around the leaves of a tree to see the newcomers better.
"Stygian, if this is another one of your fuzzy caterpillars-" A higher-pitched but distinctly masculine voice answered me. Forrest put a hand on my shoulder and cut off his words when he saw what I did. He let out a low whistle. "Pirates? Mmm.. I wish, but I doubt it. I've never seen humans and their metal friends before!" I glanced back at him. His blue eyes were intently focused, his bright orange hair swept to the side of his face neatly like always.
"They are so pirates, and if they really have a plank, I'm walking off it first." I grinned, looking back to the humans.
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[Trinity Thorn] Without looking, I pulled the Chef's apprentice's body over onto the growing pile. I couldn't stand dead people, or animals for what it's worth. Still, I was stuck with this job. Also without looking, I lit the bodies on fire and walked away quickly. That'll do until we find more people who hadn't survived the crash. I regretted ever stepping onto that ship, even if it was going to be a 'once in a lifetime opportinity'. My father was part of the crew, and although he survived fine, he had broken an arm and a foot and wasn't much use. He was expected to survive just fine. I saw him out of the corner of my eye, resting under a tree. I walked over to my father.
"Hi, Dad." I said, sitting down next to him under the shade of the tree. I had more work to do, but I think the stress was getting to me. I was breaking out into a cold sweat, and it wasn't from the physical activity. We chatted for a bit, before I told him my uneasiness about where we had crashed. Earlier today, I sworn I'd seen something in the bushes, but no one listened to me. Of course, neither did Dad, and before long I was working to salvage anything I could from the wreck, forgetting my worries in my hunt for anything from barrels to blankets.