human
Al:  The thought made him realize that the only person on this island he could really relax around was Orlan, and that thought made him unbearably depressed. Al wandered along until he found himself emerging from the suffocating underground, out in the night breeze.
gpt
Al:  Directly connected to the underground space dedicated for the use of the sword slaves was a small staging area for the patrols that policed the island’s outer walls. Since the drawbridge was the only way on or off the island, security was somewhat lax about making sure people on the inside stayed indoors. Of course, that led a few morons to try swimming across the massive lake…
human
Al:  "But that’s not much of a plan when the lake is crawling with demon beasts that live in the water. Only thing you get that way is killed." Al said to himself. Thus, despite the laissez-faire approach to security, not a single person had ever yet succeeded in escaping from the sword-slave island. In a place like this, to even dream of freedom was the height of foolishness. The thought reminded Al of Ubirk’s ridiculous chatter from earlier in the day, and he clicked his tongue angrily. It was just babble, and usually, he would have been able to let it roll right off his back, but today, it nagged at him.
gpt
Al:  "Dreams are for when you’re sleeping, not when you’re awake. Damned idiot." He grumbled. He looked up at the sky to see a half-full moon. It looked awfully large, yet what drew his attention wasn’t the moon itself, but the stars that stippled the night sky around it. Pinpricks of light beyond counting. Al stared at them for a long moment, then bit his lip.
human
Al:  "Bad stars. That’s what’s behind it all." The “celebration” to be held on the island was getting very, very close.