Prisoners! Welcome to Lost HavenPosted: October 24, 2012
The skiff rocked quietly in the water. It was dark. The signal flare had yet to burst in the sky and the guards were on edge. It wasn’t like the flare to be late. But not one soul chose to speak up. One guard kept his attention towards the town. The other guards stared the prisoners down, keeping order. After several minutes, the leader of the guards muttered quietly.
“Where is that damn flare. We should have seen it by now. They know we are here.” He said.
“Maybe they ain’t seen the ship. We could flare it out.” One of other guards said.
“Quiet, you. They’ve seen the ship, blast you. They must be running drills or having their way with a few more of those whores from the celebration.” His eyes never left the shoreline.
The celebration was well known throughout The Old World. It had been so for over 1,500 years. The world was different back then. It was before The Edge of It All had changed.