shadow bob34/He's Wearing a mask/34(And a half)/male/and he's back/and he's here to be satisfied
A small faint lonely light at sea, floating over the dark waters. He was close, he could see the lights and shape of Karajama in the distance. The defenses he once knew well would have likely changed. Whether Craven neglected them or not, he wasn't sure. He cut the lantern hanging from a rotting wooden pole and it dropped into the water with a gulp and a hiss before he got too close.
He rowed, as quietly as he could, timing it with the sound of water moving, soon, letting Karajama's tide pull him closer, then rowing as it tried to pull him back. He opted for the jungles, avoiding the defenses and guards. Finding a lonely beach, he jumped into the thigh-high water, pulling the beat up dingy onto the shore to unload the three days of supplies, then he pushed the boat back out to let the sea take it. Jameson loaded the supplies into a rucksack, donned the ugly troll mask and moved into the jungle as the black of night turned to purple of morning.
04-Jun-2018 03:42:17
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