#in this house we don't search for scans or raws

[deniisu]

wake up babes new ludwig ii by hideko mizuno manga panels just dropped

[innatewellness]

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[halfway-happyyy]

Random but I was about to be an aunt. My sister in law was 3 months into her pregnancy but it had to be interrupted... As I'm grieving I wish I had Alex to talk to. This is dumb but I think I'm in dire need of softness. Being listened, being cared about/for. Idk if this is even an okay request or if you're comfortable with it, but I was wondering if you could write something? Idk, I'm sorry. Please don't feel pressured to do so. I'm also sorry to dump this on you, just needed to say it. -A🖤

Hello sweet A. I wanted to start by saying that I am truly sorry for what you’re going through right now. Such a heartbreaking situation to be in, and my heart goes out to you (and your family) so much. Please don’t ever be sorry or afraid to drop something on me- my inbox is literally always open to anyone (I may be a little slow to respond) but I see you guys, and I appreciate you all so much. I want my blog to be a safe space for anyone here, because I think it’s important. I am putting what I wrote beneath a readmore because it contains some pretty heavy subject matter. If you are uncomfortable with it at all, please let me know, and I can remove it. I am honoured that you chose me to share with, and I am around if there is anything else I can do for you. Much love, friend.

tw: miscarriage 

“Close your eyes and remember this moment forever.”

Occasionally, there were fragments in life that begged to be committed to memory. She had not experienced very many of them to date, but the night that she met Alexander, he had whispered that very sentence to her and she had never forgotten it. Three and a half months ago, she had been seated adjacent to him at one of their favourite brunch haunts downtown. God, if she just closed her eyes, she could still see everything so clearly- as if it had happened yesterday and not over a hundred days ago. She could still hear the muted classical music floating in on the warm breeze from the restaurant, and the cacophonous clatter of ceramic plates and metal utensils as waiters bustled by in the background. She could still see the half empty glass of orange juice in front of his empty plate, the opaque flecks of pulp pasted to the rim of the glass. Of all her favourite views in the universe, closest to the top had to have been Alexander. And he could be doing anything, really. Whether he was seated cross-legged at the kitchen table, his blue gaze scanning the weathered pages of a coffee-stained script, or whether he was next to her at a concert, the live band loud, and the deep crinkles next to his eyes telling of his palpable happiness. It did not matter what he was doing, she was simply grateful to have someone to touch, to look at, to love. She could still feel the buzz of the phone next to her, signaling an incoming message. She had glanced down at the name on the screen and frowned to herself, running a finger over the glass and opening the text message fully. She peered down at the cellphone in her hand for what felt like hours, the words on the screen finite but still somehow otherworldly and slightly hard to believe.

“What is it, kid? Everything okay?” Alexander had asked.

She swallowed hard; a small smile pulled at the edges of her lips. “They’re uh… they’re pregnant, Alex.” She lifted her gaze to his, her unbridled happiness utterly contagious, and soon his elation matched that of her own. There had been no need to ask who the joyous news belonged to; her partner had known the moment that she uttered it, but even he could not know how her heart skipped a beat at the thought of the role she was about to play in a little one’s life.

“You’re going to be an Auntie…” Alexander had murmured, his voice breathless with joy. He held her to him that evening, as she spoke at length of the plans she envisioned for her future niece or nephew. She had drifted to sleep hours later with her much smaller hand entwined with his own, and to his soft, whispered voice saying,

“Close your eyes and remember this moment forever.”

And then one evening about a week ago, while she was at a private function with Alexander, she received a series of phone calls. She had managed to miss the first two, the collective chatter from the people around her had helped to drown the sound of her ringer out completely, and she only noticed the missed calls when she excused herself to use the washroom. The third call came in while she was fixing her dress, and she answered on the second ring. “Hello?” Something unbearably painful lingered in the silence. She pressed a finger over her ear to hear better. “Hello?” She asked again and heard only muffled sobbing in response. “Please try to calm down, I can’t understand you...” She implored the person on the other end of the line. Finally, a single sentence was uttered over the crackle of the phone wire, and her phone fell from her slipping grasp, landing in the sink below her with a resounding clank. Exiting the safety of the washroom, she stumbled back out into the heavily crowded room; her gaze was blurry with saltwater as she searched desperately for Alexander in the mass of bodies. She found his imposing figure at the bar, awaiting a drink, and tugged on his cuff-linked sleeve wordlessly.

“Ah, there you are kid. I was just about to send-” His voice faltered as he took note of her stoic figure. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

She swallowed hard and shook her head. Tears were moments away from breaking free of their dam and cascading down her face without pause. “We need to leave, Alex.”

His blue eyes widened in worry. “What is going on?”

She shook her head again. “We have to leave. Now. Please.” Her voice was pleading, and instead of waiting for a response from him, she turned on a heel and made for the exit. Once outside, she hugged her arms tight to her frame and slid down the side of the brick wall, resting her forehead against her knees. She tried to take deep, measured breaths to keep from hyperventilating and shivered only slightly in the balmy, mid-October air. Alexander joined her moments later, both of their coats slung over his forearm, a look of extreme concern etched across his features.

Crouching down in front of her, he placed a warm hand over her bare shoulder. “Will you tell me what’s going on?” She had been about to say something when a car horn blared in the distance and their taxicab pulled up to the curb before them. “Come, love. Let’s get you home.” He held her to him as she cried nearly all the way home, his warmth like a weighted blanket around her. “What happened, kid?” He whispered when there was a momentary intermission in her tears.

“She lost the baby.”

Those words hung suspended in the air above them like a dark raincloud. She had weathered storms before- but never anything remotely close to this magnitude. “Oh, my sweet girl…” Alexander held her tighter to him as he pressed a tender kiss to the top of her head. “I am so sorry.” She stayed like that for the remainder of the ride home, her head tucked firmly beneath his chin, tears flowing freely down her now-raw cheeks. When the vehicle glided to a halt in front of their home fifteen minutes later, Alexander handed over a wad of cash and told the driver to keep the change. If she had to think back on it now, the time between when she exited the vehicle, entered the house, and made her way to the safety of her bedroom, was totally blank. It could not have taken more than ten minutes but try as she might, those ten minutes had dissipated for good with no hope of ever recovering them. “Let me help you…” Alexander had murmured when he joined her moments later in their room. She stood motionless in front of their expansive mirror, her eyes bloodshot and exhausted. He stood behind her and reached with warm fingers for the zipper at the base of her neck. He made quick work of undressing her and watched the expensive material pool at the bottom of her feet. Wordlessly, he unclasped her bra and hung it over the back of the chair adjacent to them. “One of mine?” He whispered.

She nodded her head. “Please.”

Alexander turned and made for the walk-in closet, to his clothes that were hung to the left of where hers were. He felt around for the familiar material of one of his worn t-shirts and produced it from the middle of the rack, returning to where she was still stood. “Arms up,” He whispered, and watched as she did as she was told wordlessly. He fitted the t-shirt down over her body, watched it settle just above the top of her knee. He closed the distance between them and wrapped his warm arms around her waist, his chin resting softly in the crook of her shoulder. Their eyes met in the mirror and he asked her, “Would you like to talk about it?”

Her gaze fell from his and she tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, the familiar prickle of tears stabbed threateningly behind her eyes. “Not tonight.” She was not yet sure if it was something she ever wanted to talk about- it was a grief so intense in measure that she felt she lacked the proper words to describe it. To have something so tangible ripped from your grasp without warning… she could hardly bear it. “I want to lay down.” She pulled away from his embrace to stumble over to the bed. It had yet to have been made from that morning still, but she hardly cared. She climbed into it wordlessly and pulled the weighted blanket up over her body, hoping that sleep would come for her soon. She felt his side of the bed dip under his weight a few moments later, heard the rustle of the blanket as it was pulled back to allow him to slide in.

“May I hold you?” He asked, quietly.

She swallowed hard; her throat had been scratchy from the onslaught of tears. “Yeah.”

He shimmied up behind her and folded his long legs up behind her own, and together they laid like that for what seemed like hours. When she continued to stir against him, he whispered to her a folktale in his native tongue- something he had been in the habit of doing whenever she had had a rough time getting to sleep in the past. It worked. She had been able to drift into a fitful slumber, but 6:45 am came early, and with that consciousness came a tidal wave of despair and she did not have the energy to fight. She cried until she could no longer breathe through her nose, and resorted instead to taking deep, gulping breaths. She closed her eyes and tried to will herself to get a proper breath in, as Alexander stirred behind her. “Woah, woah… it’s okay, kid.” His voice was raspy and bore the heavy weight of recent sleep. “Come here, you.” He whispered and reached for her, scooping her up into his arms and falling back to rest against the solid oak headboard.

“It hurts, Alex…” Her fragile voice teetered precariously on the edge of breaking.

He held her head to his chest as he cradled her in his arms and rocked her back and forth in a slow, steady motion. “Shh, I know, baby. I know it hurts,” He kissed the top of her head tenderly. “You just feel everything you need to feel, hm? I’ll be right here with you.” He caressed a warm palm to the apple of her cheek and swiped stray tears away with the pad of his thumb. “I’ll always be right here.” He held her like that until morning dawned, and an October sun had begun to pour in through the crack in the linen curtains, shining beams of light over pieces of her disheveled hair. Alexander rubbed reassuringly circles into the soft skin of her arm and placed a series of feather-light kisses over her neck and shoulder. “I won’t let you bear the weight of this alone, my love,” He let the silence collect between them before he cleared his throat. “And I won’t force you to talk about anything you don’t want to, but I need you to know that you are not in this alone.”

“Close your eyes and remember this moment forever.”

And she would. She figured that she would remember the precise feeling of the pain for the rest of her life; how it felt so much like literal heartbreak, that she was scared she would succumb to it at any moment. But she would also remember the immense amount of love that she felt for Alexander; for the immense amount of love that he poured into her, and how grateful she was just to have him around in some of the darkest moments of her life.

[dmclemblems]

hello i know this is very late and i believe this isn't a scan/translation blog anumore, but is there anyway the raw pages of the Yuuna Takanagi Thracia manga could be uploaded?

Hey! I'm so sorry, I never got a notification for this ask and didn't check my ask box the like... maybe two times I hopped on for a few seconds during the time I was away.

I'm not sure if you'll even see this at this point since it was sent ten months ago, but we haven't dropped that manga project! We do plan to work on it and we've been working on Oosawa again. If you were worried about us having dropped the FE5 manga and wanted the raws because of that, that wasn't the case and we're hoping very much to work on that! My team's translator is, afaik based on what we discussed when they joined the team, very active here with translation for FE. You can find them here!

Unfortunately I also have to rescan all of volume two because lucky ol' me apparently had a piece of hair stuck in the scanner when I scanned it, so almost every page ended up with that piece of hair on the page. Fabulous, I know. Pretty sure we can all agree we don't want my piece of hair being part of the story.

I know it seemed like we dropped everything, but I'll post a bit of an explanation under the cut about what happened for anyone else who is still around. I'm going to be a little vague because some of the details are personal, so I'm not going to mention which team member had what problem and I'm not mentioning any names, but we had very very very extreme circumstances in our lives that prevented us from working on the mangas.

Please also be warned there may be some slightly triggering terms in here, so please be careful!

Basically what happened to start out is that one of us had a housing situation. They were living with a friend and then for a few months a homeless shelter. After that a lot of things in their life had to be managed and whatnot once they were living stably, so working on the manga just wasn't really possible.

By the time that was all sorted out, that member needed a break from the mess. Unfortunately one of the other team members disappeared without a trace by then, and though I searched for them on all social media I knew they were on, they didn't seem active on any of them.

When Covid began, one of us lost their job. To some people that may not matter much, since there are definitely people who live with family and can get support and whatnot. For this member though it was tough and depressing as well as very stressful. Naturally the manga wasn't a priority at that time, and with Oosawa pushed back, that also pushed Thracia back a lot.

Eventually, we started to work again until the cleaners got busy (those two chapters that happened and then nothing after for a while), and then some really serious accusations came to my attention from a friend of mine involving a borderline pedophilic incident (to which I use "borderline" because it involved an 18 year old as the target, so legally speaking they weren't underage, but obviously that's still really concerning to learn about and demanded my attention). One of my team members was aware of this pedophilic behavior and was a friend of his, deciding to turn on him after deciding they didn't like him anymore and were having trouble getting along with him. I learned that this person was fully aware of his behavior for months and didn't alert the 18 year old until personally deciding they didn't like this man anymore (who by the way was I believe about 28). The 18 year old realized quickly that the excuses the team member gave them were not adding up and contacted me. To be frank, this whole thing took a lot out of me, and I now have a new cleaner in the team replacing any and all work done by that person. I was lucky to have learned about this at all tbh, because the 18 year old wasn't even aware afaik that this person was a team member of the manga project we were working on. It was handled between us as friends and not because of the person being a team member, but the fact that they had been a member at all was a big NOPE for me.

Unfortunately after having that all worked out, I was exhausted so took a bit of break, and of course since we'd just lost a member (who I had already parted ways with anyway due to differences to put it simply, so the above incident was after that), that set us back all over again.

During that time, one of us had a young death in the family. While I personally lost both my grandmothers in the span of all this time mentioned, it's natural to expect to lose grandparents eventually and I was able to get through it okay. However, this incident involved a young girl (I believe 19 years old) in the family. Suffice to say, I understood that was no position to be in to work on our projects.

I'm sorry we've had so many delays and I wish we didn't end up releasing a single FE5 chapter before getting so stuck. Unfortunately that's what happened and honestly hell I might be forgetting some of the stuff in between it all because so much happened and we just didn't have the energy or motivation to continue for a while.

I've since gotten two new cleaners who have made stellar progress and I really hope this time we can actually finish Oosawa and move on to FE5.

[pocket-luv101]

Hi, ♝+♥ KuroMahi, if you don't mind, please :D

KuroMahi {♝: Reading a BookTogether + ♥: Reacting to The Other One Crying About Something}

Mini spoilers for chapter 63 for people who haven’t seen thescans yet

“What’s that? Looks pretty heavy.” Kuro said when he sawMahiru walk into the living room with a large package. He hadn’t ordered anyvideo games recently and Mahiru would go out shopping if he needed anything soKuro didn’t know what it could be. He saw Mahiru struggling with the box so heset aside his game to help him carry it. “Give it here.”

“Thanks Kuro.” Mahiru smiled, grateful for his help. Kuroonly shrugged as he took the box from him and Mahiru had to admire how stronghe was. He hoped that one day Kuro would only have to use his strength formundane tasks like now and not fighting. As Kuro set down the box, Mahirumused. “It doesn’t have a return address so I wonder what it is.”

“We won’t find out until we open it.” Kuro ripped off thetape and Mahiru fretted over the mess he was making as he rummaged through thepacking peanuts. They were both shocked when Kuro pulled out a mirror. Mahiru’sopened his mouth and started to speak but his throat was raw when he recognizedthe mirror. He took the mirror from him and cradled it carefully in his hands.

“This was my mother’s…” Mahiru whispered and Kuro saw how hestiffened. He moved closer to his side and gently made him sit on the floor.Kuro knew how close he was with his mother before she died and tried to consolehim. But Mahiru pushed his hand away and searched through the large boxfrantically. He recognized the items in the box easily because they were things he had to leave behind when he moved to his Uncle's home. He pulled out books and framed pictures until he came across aletter.

Kuro looked over his shoulders to read it. Mahiru, I recently returned to Japan. I stoppedby the house and found these mementos. I thought that it would be best to leavethem with you. You deserve to keep them more than me. I know you have a lot ofquestion since your stay at C3 but I can’t speak with you for now. It’s for thebest. —Your father.

Mahiru crumpled the letter in his hand and threw it acrossthe room. He stood and started to go to his room but Kuro stopped him by takinghis hand. He pulled him onto his lap and wrapped his arms around him to keephim in place. He still didn’t know the best way to comfort Mahiru but he knewhe couldn’t leave him alone with his confusing emotions.

“Let me go, Kuro.” Mahiru mumbled but he didn’t fight Kuro whenhe tightened his arms around him. His father had never been a part of his lifeand for the longest time Mahiru thought he was dead. When Touma told him thathis father was a part of the C3, he was too preoccupied by the fight to thinkabout it. Afterwards, he pushed the fact to the back of his mind so he wouldn’tthink about it.

If he was alive, why hadn’t he visited him? Angry, bitterfeelings bubbled in Mahiru and he curled into a ball against Kuro’s chest.Without a word, Kuro stroked his hair and he tried to think of something tosay. They had been partners for more than a year now so he could guess what wasbothering him. It must’ve been a shock for him to learn about his family’sconnection to the C3.

“I don’t know why I’m getting so upset. I never met him so Ishouldn’t care about him. But… if I was wrong about him, how much more can I bewrong about?” Mahiru’s voice trailed off and he looked up at Kuro. There weresmall tears clinging to his lashes and Kuro gently brushed them away. “I knowthere’s good people in the C3 but what if my father isn’t one of them?”

“I don’t know.” Kuro whispered against his ear and kissed histemple tenderly. “Your father must care a little if he sent you your mother’sstuff instead of leaving them to dust. But there’s some truths that we can becertain about. You’re a strong and wonderful person. Your mother loved you andso do I. No matter what’s ahead, I’m going to be here for you.”

“Thank you… for everything.” Mahiru leaned his cheek againKuro’s heart and listened to his heartbeat. He played with Kuro’s bell hangingaround his neck and the two sounds comforted him for a strange reason. They hadso many memories connect to the bell and Kuro glanced at the item Mahiru’smother left behind. He took the small mirror and said.

“Your mother must’ve been beautiful.”

“She was.” Mahiru finally made a smile. It was small and stilla little tense but Kuro thought that it was progress. “She loved that mirrorand she told me that my father bought it for her on their anniversary. Thedesign was simple so, as a kid, I didn’t understand why she treasured it. Shesaid the mirror reminded her of him… simple but only shows the truth.”

“We usually place our memories in things we hold dear. Whatabout these other things?” Kuro asked and Mahiru looked at the box. He didn’twant to leave his lap so he stretched to pull the box closer to him. Then hetook out a book. It was a large collection of fairy tales and Mahiru ran hishand lovingly over the table of contents.

“My mother used to read this to me a lot. Each night was anew adventure. She had the best voices for all the characters too.” Mahiruturned to a random page. As he reminisced about his happy memories with hismother, he slowly began to feel better. The soothing hand stroking his hairhelped as well. Kuro tucked his head beneath his chin and looked down at thepage.

“I am Puss in Boots.”Kuro read out loud in his monotone voice and Mahiru giggled. His laugh grewuntil he was hugging his stomach. “Hey, stop laughing. I’m a cat so my voice isthe most accurate representation of this character.”

“But this character is a trickster and a rogue so he needs tohave a voice more like this: I am Puss inBoots!” Mahiru tried to change his inflexion but he didn’t have his mother’svoice acting talent and it ended up as terrible as Kuro. But they both laughed good-naturedly.They poured through the old book together, reading through the stories andcreating horribly misplaced voices for all the characters.

[Nonsexual Acts ofIntimacy - Select from The Following and Send Me A Pairing]

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Don't Camp On Talon Island by xylonex

There's no official name for Talon Island. The small island is roughly four-hundred and fifty feet long and a hundred feet wide. Even this is subject to the water level of Kentucky Lake. I've seen the island larger and smaller depending on rainfall. It's not impossible to swim there, but I'd advise against it. It's near the middle of the main channel. For best results, use a boat.

My friends and I have made several attempts to camp there, but each time we've hit a snag. Most recently, my friend Callie got into a car accident fifteen minutes before we were supposed to meet up at her place. Realizing that the plans would eventually fall through, I set out to the island by myself. It's not terribly hard to get there. With little more than a rowboat and a backpack of gear, I set out to camp on an island I've been dreaming about since I was a teenager. I set out from the boat dock at Irvin Cobb and rowed into the main channel before drifting north a while. It wasn't long until I was pulling my small metal boat onto the shore and scouting a place to camp.

It was around noon when I had gathered enough driftwood and rocks to build a small fire pit near the middle of the island. There wasn't much in the way of elevation, but I figured the highest point on the island would be the safest. One of the first things I noticed was the complete lack of cell reception. I wasn't worried though. It wasn't uncommon for signal to be spotty on that side of the county. I set up my tent and prepped the fire for later. What followed was an afternoon of fishing and day drinking.

It was around eight and starting to get dark when I pulled my fish from the water and moved up to my campsite. Despite a few lights in the distance, the sky was rather free of light pollution. I lit the campfire and let it get going as I cleaned the fish and got ready for a night of camping under the stars. I spent the night huddled up in my tent falling asleep to the comforting sounds of the local wildlife on the far shore to either side of the island.

I woke the next morning to a light drizzling rain. The small drops of water sizzled as they hit the fire pit. Not wanting to spend a day on the small island with dark storm clouds on the horizon, I packed up my tent and moved down to the shore. It was around that time when I noticed that my boat was gone. It wasn't long before I was running up and down the shore looking for any sign of my boat. I had pulled it far enough up onto the shore that it couldn't have floated away. The water hadn't risen to the point it could have swept it off either.

I walked around the island a few times with my eye trained on the water and the distant shores only to realize I had no chance of finding the small metal rowboat. The rain had picked up from a light drizzle to a steady pour and I realized I was going to have to get out of the weather somehow. I wasn't looking forward to setting up my tent in the rain, but I knew it was the only way I was going to get any peace as the rain continued to pour.

I must have looked a sight. I was huddled up in an army surplus tent sitting in my underwear as I hung my clothes up to dry. The rain pelted the outside of the tent and made it impossible to focus on anything other than the sound of the rain beating against the canvas. Despite this, I couldn't help but hear the sound of footfalls crunching on the rocky soil outside.

Thinking my friends had finally come out to find me, I poked my head outside only to see that I was alone. No sooner than I had poked my head out, I watched lightning strike the shore and the loud crash of thunder that immediately followed. The storm was directly overhead and the lighting danced across the lake as the thunder boomed around me. One of the lighting strikes was so close that it lit up the inside of the tent and for a brief moment I thought I could see the silhouette of a man standing outside.

I again poked my head outside only to have a shower of water attack my face and hair. I scanned the area around my tent for any sign of movement only to find nothing. Someone was there. I wasn't seeing or hearing things. I slipped on my swimming shoes and went out into the rain wearing little more than my boxers as I decided to search the small island for any sign of the other occupant.

The waves beat against the eastern shore as I walked north in search of anyone who might have landed on the island while I was trying to dry off. It only took a few minutes to completely circle the island and once again I couldn't find anyone. I returned to my tent to find my clothes had been taken from the tent along with my backpack. As the rain let up I realized I was stuck on the island with no boat, no clothes, no fishing gear, and no phone. If there was someone on the island, they were either invisible or damned good at hiding.

Gray cloudy skies hid the sun from me as I contemplated my situation and tried to wrap my mind around how screwed I was. I briefly considered swimming to shore but knew better than to cross that channel after a fresh rain. I was stuck without food and my only shelter was an army surplus pup tent that barely survived the last storm. I could already see darker clouds to the south and knew I was in for one hell of a storm compared to the last.

It rained for two solid days. I hadn't bothered telling anyone I was coming and I couldn't trust that anyone was looking for me either. I made it through the days by trying to arrange rocks on the shore to say the word, "Fuck." I wasn't sure anyone would show up if it said help, but I knew a curse word would offend local sensibilities that someone would show up and help. I worked all day to get that message sent only to come out of my tent the following morning and see that all of the rocks were gone.

I hadn't eaten in two days and I had been surviving off of rain water and the one edible plant that grew on that island. Despite this two days of raw Cattail and and rainwater had me ready to devour a whole cattle farm. The rain wasn't letting up and something on that island was ruining any chance I had for signalling help. I decided to throw caution to the wind and attempt to swim away while I still had the energy to do so.

It was roughly eight hundred feet to an adjacent island and another thousand to the shore. There were a few houses there, but I hadn't seen any lights in them for the past two days. I figured the power was out or something. The storm had been pretty bad. Now I'm not the best swimmer and I have to admit that first leg of the swim was difficult as hell. I thrashed against the water as it seemed intent to pull me down and to the side. Even then, my biggest fear was that lightning would strike while I was in the water.

I was less than a hundred feet from the next island when my thrashing about proved pointless and I was pulled under by the current of the lake. The undertow had pulled me and I thought I was done for. For a brief moment I even felt something scrape against my back before I felt the cool air on my arm and thrashed to right myself and get a breath of precious air. I saw a shore in front of my and beat my arms and legs against the water frantically only to reach the shore and realize I was back on Talon Island. If not to make matters worse, it was clear from where I was standing that my tent was gone.

I screamed and I cursed as I stormed around the island looking for any trace of my belongings in vain. My arms and legs were sore from my attempt at swimming and the stinging on my back made all the more sense when I went to probe it with my left hand and pulled it back to see the rain washing away the blood on my fingers. I screamed more and I cursed more as I set about the small island trying to build anything resembling a shelter. It was clear to me that something wasn't letting me leave and I wasn't about to die on that damned island. It was another dinner of raw cattail before a night curled up in the fetal position trying to find anything resembling warmth on a pile of leaves nestled under a lean-to made of branches and driftwood.

It was during that night that I finally saw him. It was a naked man with a long beard standing on the edge of the shore. He stared right at me with a blank expression as I tried to pull myself further into the the makeshift shelter. A flash of lighting in the distance flickered and the man was gone. There was something so incredibly unsettling about him that left me unwilling or unable to fall back asleep. I spent the rest of the night half-alert as I tried desperately to survive the night.

At some point I fell asleep. I woke the next morning sore and tired. The sun was low in the sky and the water seemed to have calmed down a little. I didn't think so much as move toward the shore where the man had been standing when I walked into the water and swam to the next island without incident. I was on autopilot as I made the last stretch to the shore and walked up the beach toward the first house I saw. I must have looked something awful as I stood there in soaked boxer shorts with cuts and scrapes all over my body. I think I might have got two words out when the owner opened the door before collapsing.

The police think I'm crazy. My boat was found downstream a few miles down with my bag, clothes, and tent inside. I told this story to the staff at the hospital and later to the police and in both cases I was confronted with the discovery of my boat damn near in Aurora. I told them about the three days I had spent on that island and the man who had been stalking me only for them to tell me I had been gone for more than a week. My friends and I aren't planning any more camping trips this summer.

I don't know who or what was messing with me on that island, but one thing is certain; I was not welcome there. So please, if you are considering a camping adventure around LBL this summer...

Don't camp on Talon Island.