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Orland was aboard a small ship, he was sailing inland towards the infamous island that sailors say claim the lives of men. Only a few men were aboard the craft with him, and they were under an agreement that once they left Orland on the island, they would set sail back for the mainland, and return two months later.
Eventually, the small craft neared the shore. The captain ordered the men to hoist anchor, and place a ramp down, leading to the beach. Once that had been done, the captain turned to Orland, "Alright, this is where you get off my boat," he said coldly, "And god save you, since I'm not even sure I shall make it back to the mainland. I can already feel this wretched islands curse crawling up my spine."
Eventually, the small craft neared the shore. The captain ordered the men to hoist anchor, and place a ramp down, leading to the beach. Once that had been done, the captain turned to Orland, "Alright, this is where you get off my boat," he said coldly, "And god save you, since I'm not even sure I shall make it back to the mainland. I can already feel this wretched islands curse crawling up my spine."