Noah woke on the beach with a start. The pain she was now experiencing in her head was excruciating.
She couldn't recall a reason for this pain. She sat up slowly brushing the sand from her face, Sand, The events of the previous night hit her then. The violent storm, the gargantuan waves that smashed into her body throwing her over the side of the boat. Or, was it the storm that tossed her? The Crew wouldn't have, not over some silly superstition, right?
Regardless of the particulars, she was here now, the ship no where in sight, miraculously her satchel was still over her shoulder and ,upon inspection, the water proof casing around her notes seemed to have served it's purpose. She pulled a small journal from the bag and scribbled down a short note
June 10, 1877
My memories of yesterday are hazy, I do not recall the particulars of my being tossed over board, weather by my fellow explorers or the will of the sea is uncertain. My Fathers predictions seem to be correct, setting sail in the middle of storm season has proved a folly decision indeed. I will have to wait until evening to determine my current position, I appear to be stranded on an Island of some sort, There are few signs of life and a jungle begins further inland. There is no use waiting on the beach, I will explore further inland. -Noah Thane
She snapped the book shut and slipped both it and her pencil back into her bag. The hot Tropical sun compelled her to remove the heavy dress and petticoats, she kept her lightest petticoat on, even if this island were deserted she would have some sense of modesty and not allow her legs to be seen. she hung the discarded clothing on the first tree she came across, taking it with her would hardly be practical. She found her self at the mount of a cave of some sort, or possibly a ruin. Fascinated by her discovery she brought out her book and began scribbling note down as she walked, through it. It was only now that the presence had lifted that she realized the jungle had given her such unease. There appeared to be many statues at one point lining the walls of the cave, now only one stood, and it stood perfectly intact.
She excitedly began to sketch the image, and upon completing a crude rendering of it, noticed the plaque at the base of the statue. She moved her hand over the weathered stone reading aloud what it said, "Ra'eon? Do you suppose it's the fellows name? Or perhaps a word in some other language." She muttered to herself writing her thoughts down next to the drawing.