Although the island looks abandoned, you do see signs of visitors. The remains of a campfire, long cold, dotted with blackened Mason jars. Scraps of mooring rope.
A little something in the hollow You consider the mind of a criminal. Perhaps a revolutionary. Where, during a brief escape, would such a person hide something of value? There. Under the rotting tree stump, a package wrapped in brown paper and string. Radical texts, jade, and the discarded manacles and mask of a prisoner. So the stories were true.
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Date: 2011-12-02 12:58 am (UTC)A little something in the hollow
You consider the mind of a criminal. Perhaps a revolutionary. Where, during a brief escape, would such a person hide something of value? There. Under the rotting tree stump, a package wrapped in brown paper and string. Radical texts, jade, and the discarded manacles and mask of a prisoner. So the stories were true.