Working on escape
So I've met some of you. Hello, I'm Remus Lupin.
Status update: We have the beginnings of a raft, which should be done soon enough and we'll be able to get off this blasted island and to something a bit more, well. Habitable. I hope. Provided we don't drown, which would be just perfect.
My freckles are out in full force, which I suppose is unavoidable at this point, what with all the intense sunshine. That's something I'm sure they don't warn you about when becoming a pirate- bring lots of sunblock. If they do, I certainly didn't get the memo.
Heat stroke is annoying. Doubly so when no one capable is around to figure out what's wrong. Triply so when compiled with other problems.
And I'm still twitchy. Everything is still smells a lot more intensely. Coconuts are sickeningly sweet. Padfoot, Prongs? Sorry about running off the other day. I never thought I'd miss the shack, but at least it's not so damnably hot there.
Status update: We have the beginnings of a raft, which should be done soon enough and we'll be able to get off this blasted island and to something a bit more, well. Habitable. I hope. Provided we don't drown, which would be just perfect.
My freckles are out in full force, which I suppose is unavoidable at this point, what with all the intense sunshine. That's something I'm sure they don't warn you about when becoming a pirate- bring lots of sunblock. If they do, I certainly didn't get the memo.
Heat stroke is annoying. Doubly so when no one capable is around to figure out what's wrong. Triply so when compiled with other problems.
And I'm still twitchy. Everything is still smells a lot more intensely. Coconuts are sickeningly sweet. Padfoot, Prongs? Sorry about running off the other day. I never thought I'd miss the shack, but at least it's not so damnably hot there.