At first, all is dark and damp. In the air, a steady mist falls in every direction. Impossible to tell up from down, this place feels almost without gravity. Soon, small sounds can be heard. A chittering of some displaced rodent, the steady dripping from the soaking mildewed wood. And something else: a nearly insubstantial tapping. Almost imperceptible, but growing more rapid in succession. Faster... Faster... then, suddenly, a high pitched chunk, and one very, very loud, "Fuck!"
"What happened?" Peyton started.
"Ah, this is a lot harder than it looks." said Thomas.
"It looked so easy on television."
"Everything looks easy after a trip through the editing room."
As Thomas continued (very incorrectly) trying to start a fire, Peyton wandered around the small room. "What do you think this thing was?"
Interspersed with strained grunts, Thomas replied, "Well, the part on the rocks is smashed pretty badly. If I had to guess, I'd say it was some kind of a sea-faring vessel. Maybe something to move people across the water."
Peyton looked up, amazed. "I just can't believe there were people small enough to feel comfortable in here. It looks like it was built for dogs!"
"Haha, right. Imagine a troop of war-dogs, building this and setting off across the water to wage war on another ravenous pack."
~Have to run. I'll finish this one later.
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