By dreeyorr on Skatehive
It felt like a magnetic pull toward the unknown, yet we stayed back, stranded by the seashore. We spent our days hoping for a ship to pass, but the wait grew endless. Behind us, the forest breathed with the sounds of wild animals, a constant reminder of our terror. We feared that our lives would be forfeit the moment we stepped into the dark treeline. Our nightmare began a year ago, during our journey back to "May Fall City". We had packed our luggage and booked a ship, eager to document the voyage for our "L-tube" channel, which had just hit one million subscribers. We were riding a wave of joy, thrilled to be on a ship for the first time, never imagining the misfortune ahead. Two days into the voyage, pirates ambushed us. They seized the vessel and steered us toward an unknown island. We were terrified; cannons were trained on us constantly. "I’m gonna rain lead down on you buddies if ya don't do yourselves a favor and quiet down!" one pirate growled. We prayed for rescue, but the ca