[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Andy]

"I don't care who uses the paddle just fucking row!" Tiras said as he put his back into it. It got sorted out just in time for another explosion to set the rest of the sinking ship on fire. Tiras nearly wore his arms out by the time the dinghy was coasting onto the rocky beach in the heavy surf. Heavily, he lifted himself out of the boat, then slogged onto the beach, the wet sand tugging at his boots. His lungs were on fire, his arms felt like lead, he was tired, he was hungry again, and he just wanted to sleep. He'd seen another dinghy on the sea, but lost track of it. He looked wearily around now, but did not see anyone besides the dinghy's passengers. Tiras hauled the dinghy onto shore, far enough up that it rested on the grass.

The forest and the ominous fog that pervaded it loomed ahead of them.

"So much for filling my stomach," Tiras grumbled. "Anyone got a hatchet? Best to start a fire before it gets dark."