Thomas rarely had to leave land, mostly walking through the town he always lived or by train, but some jobs required more efficient means of transportation than trains. Like what? You ask. Boats. Yup. Thomas had to leave England to go to Norway I'm order to set business with a few of his men there about a new shipment of guns.

Once in the sea, Thomas was even good at hiding his unease and nausea by the unstoppable rocking of the boat. A lonely boat, it was. Only him and little people, not everyone wants to go to Norway in August for business.

Everything was going okay, until the middle of the journey, there was a loud baque and the yells of fear of the other passengers. Thomas was confused and tried to see what was happening, but the last thing he remembered was trying to keep his balance on the now almost sinking boat, falling back and hitting his head, when everything went dark.

Thomas was slowly woken up by a harsh flash of sun bashing into his face, a throbbing headache and... laughter..?

He woke up with a gasp, sitting now suddenly as he saw...two children running away from him laughing, mumbling something about "white man", holding something, his pocket watch. Great. He was completely disoriented. Those kids weren't wearing a piece of clothing besides cloths coverings their lower parts... "Shameful kids.." he thought. Did no one taught them how to get dressed..?

Just then he realized he was in the sand, his clothes covered in salty ocean water and sand, along with a bit of algae clinging to his arms and even face. He looked around, sand, sand, sand, ocean, trees...great..he's stuck in an island..that's cliché as hell...

He huffed and ran a hand through his hair, trying to make sense if the situation, until he hears a voice behind him