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Task Name: Into the Wild
Tier: 1
NPC or PC: NPC
Location: Swallow Island
Crew, Team, or Personal: Personal
Description: Susanoo lands docks on the island in the veil of the night. First thing's first, he looks to establish shelter on the island while it's safe.
Enemy Details: N/A
Boss: N/A
Susanoo
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His rowboat faintly creaked as the docile waves cradled it and brought it towards the moonlit shore of Swallow Island. The stars twinkled brightly in the night sky and Susanoo felt like he was experiencing the calm before the storm. That feeling was his instincts and they were correct. This place, Swallow Island was home to many deadly avians that preyed on even humans, but was also a place many Marksman came to hone their skills. There was even a Marine base where they trained sharpshooters here, so Susanoo knows him coming here was the right choice. Dangerous and potentially fatal, but the right choice nonetheless.
He didn't bother using the oars to bring him into shore, he didn't want to risk agitating the water more than the rowboat already was and alerting Marines or a predator. Instead he sat back in the rowboat with his eyes forward on the landmass he was steadily approaching. Unwrapping a sucker, he tucked it against his cheek and the outside of his teeth. It hadn't even brushed against his tongue, but his nose let him know it was root beer flavored. A bit sweet, but it'd keep him alert and the sugar was always nice. "Lets do this shit." He didn't believe his training would be easy, but he was confident that it would have astounding results and he'd emerge from this island as a man ready to embark on his pirate adventure.
The boat cruised into shore and slid a bit into the sand. The moment this happened he felt a rush of emotions wash over him as if a rogue wave swept in and crashed down over him from behind. Birds began to screech and call out to each other and the forest that lied ahead of him grew restless and swelled with curiosity and violent emotions. "Still ready to do this shit." He reassured his resolve as he hopped off the rowboat into the sand of the beach and steadied his eyes forward. I'm the predator on this island. I'm on the top of the food chain. With that he began a modest jog towards the dense vegetation that was ahead of him.
He didn't bother using the oars to bring him into shore, he didn't want to risk agitating the water more than the rowboat already was and alerting Marines or a predator. Instead he sat back in the rowboat with his eyes forward on the landmass he was steadily approaching. Unwrapping a sucker, he tucked it against his cheek and the outside of his teeth. It hadn't even brushed against his tongue, but his nose let him know it was root beer flavored. A bit sweet, but it'd keep him alert and the sugar was always nice. "Lets do this shit." He didn't believe his training would be easy, but he was confident that it would have astounding results and he'd emerge from this island as a man ready to embark on his pirate adventure.
The boat cruised into shore and slid a bit into the sand. The moment this happened he felt a rush of emotions wash over him as if a rogue wave swept in and crashed down over him from behind. Birds began to screech and call out to each other and the forest that lied ahead of him grew restless and swelled with curiosity and violent emotions. "Still ready to do this shit." He reassured his resolve as he hopped off the rowboat into the sand of the beach and steadied his eyes forward. I'm the predator on this island. I'm on the top of the food chain. With that he began a modest jog towards the dense vegetation that was ahead of him.