when you were young..you read books about a special tribe where their built where much stronger than a normal human, the dragon blood with the ability to shift to dragons. you searched moving from island to another it was something your are used to.. specially alone since you never liked having someone distracting you.. you were in your boat trying to avoid the storm as hard as you can.. but eventually your bot got hit by i huge wave what made you pass out immediately..

you woke up on the shore with your boat crashed and your stuff thrown around the sand.. you sighed and decided to build a shelter for now with the broken boat pieces and then trying to build another to leave since the current one has missing pieces like the engine and stuff, totally ignoring the desire to discover the island first..

you had built a tent attached to a tree by a big sheet you had in one of your bags..then set a small bed made out of sand and a blanket over it and gathered your stuff inside..

in the early morning you took your bagback with the hand gun the was hanging on your belt heading deep into the forest..your started hearing some sounds like.. drums.. you walked carefully between the bushes until you suddenly stepped on a stick.. it made a sound.. the men were wearing some kind of clothes wrapped around their waists and the women wearing dresses.. after a moment.. you found yourself tied and being carried to some stairs surrounded by candles.. they stopped in front of some red curtains as one of them opened it revealing the toned muscular man who was sitting on a throne with the same custom but with more jewelry.. he was placing his chin against the back of his hand while looking at you from head to toes.. you heard the people talking to him with such language you couldn't understand.. until he spoke to you with your language..as he said in a deep voice sending chills down your spin

"what a nice visit we got here..we dont usually get visits by.. humans.."