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And he immediately regretted his choice. Normally a few boats would welcome and transport the new travelers to shore. Abel decided prior that Veilige Haven wasn't a great starting point for his journey. He would get swallowed into their every day life, and he felt like he did not have the time to spare.
He now laid in the sand panting. It was ironic. He spent the last year training for this moment. He studied survival guides, he went to the gym, but sloshing through knee deep water and strong currents wasn't among the things he did.
"This sucks..." He said under his breath.
There was very little to do here, besides getting cooked by the sun of course. Beginning in the forest gave him a head start, but it also stripped him away of a safe location to rest.
He closed his eyes. A wave of ease washed over him. The air smelled clean, the ocean was appealing. Then came the rustling of the leaves, which somehow took away the fatigue in his body. He knows this feeling - he's home.
Just for a few moments he rested in bliss, before he buried those thoughts away. He knew exactly what was happening. "The island appeases the inner instinct of men. We long for a reunion with the lands long lost." Those were his mother's words. He understood those words now. The island is making him feel like he belongs here, and thus stripping away his will to resist the cause and effect that takes place here.
He got up. Once more he checked his supply. As per the guidelines he took a leather backpack. This was still intact. He took out his survival knife. He specifically requested a hand forged knife. It looks like it survived the trip. Next he took care of his other items. The oil lamp, the rations, some rope, all of it was intact.
There was one thing he was interested to find out. He took from the leather backpack another, but smaller leather pouch. Inside of the pouch was a plastic bottle of his favorite soda. The liquid had evaporated and the bottle almost completely melted away.
"Our world, our ways, cannot coexist in these lands. We must adhere to their rules." More, one would say demented, words of wisdom from his mother.
He started to believe those words now. Of course she said many things, but from all her stories these were probably the least dangerous to test out.
"Alright..." Abel got ready to leave the beach. "Time to avoid the flower fields." And he entered the forest.