So far the red stuff was ok, and the yellowy gold stuff. Those had both settled nicely in his stomach and even had a sweet taste. Motto held up a shriveled brown nut-looking thing in eyed it with curiosity. It had been about six hours since he'd woken up in an icy cave of some kind, and the fisherman could only guess how long he'd been asleep. What day was it? Where was it? And was the brown thing poisonous...
A cautious sniff. Just a faint trace of sweetness could be detected..a fig or something perhaps. Only less figgy. Motto gave the thing a tiny lick. It tasted like bark. He popped the entire item in his mouth and proceeded to chew. He was fine with bark. Ate it all the time as a matter of fact. Only it wasn't bark.
Gagging, the fishermen stumbled away from his makeshift campsite and vomited out the brown stuff, the red stuff, and the yellow stuff. Motto was just rising to wipe his mouth when he saw it. A flying ...knife bird? It was large and sharp-looking. Having never seen one before, the fishermen wondered just how far he was from Whale Island. An astonished grunt escaped the man's throat when he realized that someone was riding the sword-beaked creature.
"So cool.." He murmured, his eyes following the rare duo as they descended on a distant hill. Well how about that.. Maybe the rider could tell him the name of this place and how far inland he was. And what colors were ok to eat. The fisherman barreled through the lush wilderness until he reached the hill. "HEY!" He cupped his hands around his mouth and hollered as he started trudging up. "YOU THERE! DO YOU KNOW THE NAME OF THIS PLACE? IF YOU'RE NOT FROM AROUND HERE DON'T EAT THE BROWN THINGS!"
A cautious sniff. Just a faint trace of sweetness could be detected..a fig or something perhaps. Only less figgy. Motto gave the thing a tiny lick. It tasted like bark. He popped the entire item in his mouth and proceeded to chew. He was fine with bark. Ate it all the time as a matter of fact. Only it wasn't bark.
Gagging, the fishermen stumbled away from his makeshift campsite and vomited out the brown stuff, the red stuff, and the yellow stuff. Motto was just rising to wipe his mouth when he saw it. A flying ...knife bird? It was large and sharp-looking. Having never seen one before, the fishermen wondered just how far he was from Whale Island. An astonished grunt escaped the man's throat when he realized that someone was riding the sword-beaked creature.
"So cool.." He murmured, his eyes following the rare duo as they descended on a distant hill. Well how about that.. Maybe the rider could tell him the name of this place and how far inland he was. And what colors were ok to eat. The fisherman barreled through the lush wilderness until he reached the hill. "HEY!" He cupped his hands around his mouth and hollered as he started trudging up. "YOU THERE! DO YOU KNOW THE NAME OF THIS PLACE? IF YOU'RE NOT FROM AROUND HERE DON'T EAT THE BROWN THINGS!"
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