Day one!

So after a very long pause I have begun again. I shall be blogging on a regular basis again. The plan is simple, every day or other day, jump onto my blog and make sure to write something. The writing will vary between short descriptive pieces about where I am and what I've been up to and more imaginative pieces that are related to my writing. I will begin today with the first impressions of the first mate upon the shore of the Island where her ship has become stranded. To give a little in the way of context the ship crashed on the Island as they cut it too fine ahead of the storm. Her mentor, the captain, was injured, but not too badly. There was only two deaths which just goes to prove to her how skillful her captain is. They have licked their wounds and are now looking toward the coast and considering their next move.

Elen stood to the left of Captain Craw. They had assessed the ship and it was clear; despite the minimal injuries the ship would be going no where. Between the fore and rear masts, the rudder and the huge gash the reef had torn down the length of the hull they simply hadn't brought sufficient timber. Whether they liked it or not this was going to be their first port of call. The change of direction in the wind was also a factor. It seemed that though they had come in during the storm, the change had settled. A constant solid wall of wind swept over the hills in the distance and across the smooth rocks of the bay. If they didn't get the boat up and moored securely to the distant tree line the next high tide would surely drag Sophia back out to an early grave. They had waited in the hopes that some inhabitants of the island would come investigating but in vain. There was no time left and now Jack and Elen stood analyzing the rock.

The forest was there, then rocks and water. Any sand that may have washed off was quickly worn away by the constant winds. The tops of the vast trees, almost leafless from the constant battering, struggled in vain against the tireless force. The existence of the trees were a miracle in them selves. Giant behemoths of things. Elen had never seen such girth or height in a tree and to think of them here, so close to the equator where the winds are their most unrelenting, was min boggling. They were also the answer to the crew's prayers. One tree would be enough would to repair a dozen ships. There was no sign of danger. No sign of life at all. Elen sneaked a surreptitious glance at the captain. She couldn't work it out but she could feel it as well. There was something that was strange about this place. Perhaps it was just that it was too quiet. There was no movement at all. not even in among the trees or on the edge of the forest where the trees shelter aloud the build of soil and leaf litter. Nothing moved. It was maybe thirty or so meters to the forests edge but not even the slightest rustle disturbed the leaf litter.
"It's the pattern on the rocks" The Captain's voice almost made her start as she looked along the line of where he was pointing. The rock bed that led to the edge of the sea had a creeping colored mark staining its surface. It looked like perhaps a variance in the mineral composition. Elen couldn't make out why Jack would think it strange.
"It's just basalt isn't it? Maybe some darker rock mixed in? We've seen similar rock." She knew she'd missed something but for the life of her couldn't see what he was looking at.
"It stops. Its not mineral. It stops at the edge of the water. look." She glanced down as hem gestured. Sure enough the dark stains stopped abruptly at the edge of the water mark.
"I don't know what it means." he continued
"But it doesn't really matter. Just keep it it mind. The stains stop at the water and go up onto the soil, not beneath. Either way, we have to get this ship secured before high tide but know the conditions of surroundings keeps us alive."

well...ill come back to this one later and fix it up but at least I got something down.