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·⌠■⌡·⌠○⌡·⌠Among the Ghost Docks⌡·⌠○⌡·⌠■⌡·

Welcome to Among the Ghost Docks or AGD for short. We are lost from the world, unseen by the grid, only known alive by Seagulls. . . . One man knew where we were. His name was Gallo, Salem Gallo. He sailed back to Europe, Italy to be more specific. He told no one but one, his son about our location. Today Salem is gone but his son, Addo Gallo, is alive and well for the most part. He has grown old with no children to pass our location to. You might wonder how we can't tell anyone our location. What a marvalous idea, but you can't do it. We were washed up onto shore after an unexpected bombing. Our ship blown to smitherenes. Not even a morsel left. We drifted on what we could find for days, weeks, and many even a month before a good portion of us washed up on the island. There was a total of nine of us there. Three died the first few weeks. Lack of food, rest, and water. The rest of us ventured all around in search of things to keep us going. We used bark and our small pocket-knifes that we kept in our pockets from the boat to carve maps of the island. Binding them all with vines onto the walls of our huts. We built houses, docks, boats, fishing poles, and many things that we knew from our homes in the real lands. Europe. America. South America. Africa. Russia. Austrailia. Soon we had our own comunity. We started to call this place Ghost Docks. The docks seemed ghostly against the sunset and from the group of us that first got here, all of us that died still linger around the docks. The living see us fishing once in a while. As we walk back to cook our catches, the moment our foot reaches the sand, we vanish. The Mother, Father Folk found four Natives, they stayed with the Mother, Father Folk for a long time as well, walking around like the Mother, Father Folk but not on the dock. They run through the trees, yelling after the wild hogs and food to eat.

The First Nine:

NameChildrenSurvivor
Zalu*Zalu Children*Yes
SalemUnknownNo
GrizlundUnknownNo
KailingAdalYes
Rowbi*Rowbi Children*Yes
VerogoUnknownNo
Maylah*Maylah Children*Yes
Domeng*Domeng Childen*Yes
Corala*Coralah Children*Yes

Natives;

NameChildren
MinglaRuzhaul
MezuAdal,

Skellly;

Name;

Age;

Gender;

Items; {Fishing Pole, Handed Down Pocket-Knife, etc}

Mother Father Island Folk; {What ansecter did you desend from? If any.}

Pets;

Crush;

Genderfriend; {Boyfriend, Girlfriend}

Love; {Husband, Wife}

Kids;

Other;

History; {Did your Mother, Father Folk tell you their story, what did you do as a child etc. Native children; Tell what traditions you may have done, tribe friends, etc}

Seagull; {Seagulls send messages to the mainlands.}

Looks;



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Welcome to Ghost Docks!

(AGD)


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Adal soon fell asleep, waking the next morning. She stretched, fetching her clothes to wear and some to wash. She went out to the dock and sat down, grabbing the board from around her shoulder. She washed some skins and shirts before returnning back to camp. She seen the fire out, looking up at the sky before going out to grab wood. She gathered some, turnning back a wild hog ran across the path. She grabbed her knife and chased after it, leaping after it. She got it but it was dragging her around a little before she stuck it in the throat with the little blade. She carried the wood and hog back to camp. Once she had a fire she roasted the hog and ate some of it, leaving the coals to burn she left the hog on the stick for someone else to eat if the flies didn't get to it first.
Razhul watched her and kept his bow ready as he made his way to the camp. He went into his tent and put down his weapons before snuggling besides Delly and trying to sleep.
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Adal slowly slipped into the water, swimming as fast as she could towards the torch. She reached it, grabbing it and running. Her wet feet making a plotting sound as she ran. Whatever licked her was chaseing her now but wasn't to close to the ground. She dove into the trees, the animal not making much of a sound as it flew into the trees, resting on a tree. Adal took the chase, looking back at the boy and the tree, starting to run back towards camp. She threw the torch into the fire and slipping into her tent. She prepped a few things then pretended to fall asleep.
Razhul watched her, backing away. He didn't know what to do and slowly backed out of the cave, bow still armed in case there was more trouble.
Adal swam under water, using her hands to feel around when she came up for breath. It was dark now, not being able to see inches from her face was not helpful at all. The faint glow of the torch behind her helped but when she turnned it was usless. She kept swimming, further and futher until she could hear the animal's breath. It must have slipped into the water. She heard the water being forced back with each stroke. Now she was confused. Something was breathing infront of her and something was swimming behind her. She almost froze but kept her arms and legs moving to keep afloat. Her head whipped around a few times before she took the chance. She shot out an arm for land. She reached it, pulling herself up. She sat on the cold ground, looking at the torch far off. She felt something wet and rough, like a tongue rasp across her arm. She froze, not moving too much unless it were to breath and move her eyes.
Razhul watched her. He drew his knife and went under for a second, seeing if she was in danger. He breathed and held his bow to the water in case the animal went for him or the girl needed help.

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