stranded – Putting My Feet in the Dirt

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The continuing story… Part 3 can be found here.

As night approached, Scarlett began to feel a sense of dread wash over her. Dark billowy clouds were rolling in from the west. It looked as if she was about to cross paths with an advancing storm, and without shelter, she knew she was in trouble. The trunk was too heavy and too deeply embedded in the sand to move by herself, so without further hesitation, she continued on. She walked the length of the beach, which seemed to continue on for several miles. After walking for at least an hour, she could go no further. The tide was coming in, and her path was blocked by a sheer limestone cliff. Her only other option at this point was to negotiate the tree line, with the hope of finding safe refuge beyond the desolate beach. Scarlett was apprehensive about crossing over into the thicket. At least on the beach, she could see what was around her, but within the confines of the forest, she knew she would be facing the unknown. And yet with darkness pressing in and a storm about to break forth, she began to meander her way through the dense vegetation; hopeful to find a place to shield herself from the coming storm.

To be continued… Part 5 can be found here.

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The continuing story… Part 2 can be found, here.

After exploring the tide pools in hopes of finding something edible, Scarlett noticed a large object floating in an inlet not too far from where she was. She walked cautiously at first, unable to determine what the strange looking object could be. Yet as she got closer, she realized exactly what it was. It turned out to be her very own wooden trunk, the one she had stowed away aboard the ship, with all of the things she had brought with her from London. She assumed Darius must have thrown it over the deck, right after throwing her in; and thankfully so. She hadn’t been able to determine what it was at first since the entire chest was covered in a bunch of rapidly decaying seaweed. After getting over the initial thrill of seeing her possessions lying right in front of her. She soon realized that prying open the enormous chest would be no easy task. The lock on the front was made of finely crafted silver and bore the emblem of her family crest. The key was obviously long gone now, as Scarlett had always carried it with her in a little satchel which she kept tied to her wrist. And after looking down at her hand, she realized it must have fallen off in her frantic pursuit to save herself from drowning. She knew she had to find a way to open the chest, as it was really was her only hope of survival. Yet without the key, she felt her one beacon of hope was quickly fading.

To be continued… Part 4 can be found here.

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