Lucas stood on the deck with the other men, his pack slung over his back, sword at his hip. Ahead of him was the island of Karamja, a large green blot on the horizon. The ship floated a ways offshore, and he could see the rainbow colors of the reef that ran along the coastline. He turned at a call from one of the men, and went to help unload one of the rowboats from the deck. They carefully lowered it into the water, hauling on the ropes until it smacked the surface of the waves. Jonah stood on the upper deck, running his hands over the steering wheel, and as Lucas watched him, he had a flash of the storm, of the same craggy figure surrounded by lightning and pouring rain. Then he was awash in sunlight again as he barked orders for the first round of men to climb into the boat and head for shore. Lucas followed the others down the ladder and into the dinghy, to his place at an oar. They pushed off and began to row.
As they slogged through the water, Lucas peered over the edge. The water was a vibrant blue-green color on the surface, and yet when he looked down, he could see clear to the bottom. Colorful fish flitted this way and that around the coral. The water looked shallow, the sand a bright white color. The boat rocked on gentle waves, splashing spray across his face. He raked his damp hair away from his face and watched the ship grow smaller and smaller. Suddenly someone yelled out that they had arrived. They piled out, dropping into the knee-deep water, and hauled the ship to shore. As Lucas finally climbed the sandy beach, dropping the wood of the boat from his hands, he looked up and got his first look at the jungle.
A narrow strip of sand, abruptly cut off by a row of towering trees. It rose up like a wall around a city, a looming barrier. Where he stood, the sun blazed hot against his skin, but in there, it looked dark and ominous. The only sunlight appeared through narrow gaps in the canopy.
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