(( No weapons on the island!? Well that narrows my choices down then. I guess I'll join Starrk and Kristen then. ))<br/>(( EDIT ))<br/><br/>It was a cool night and all stood silent and still within the great and vast landscape, from it's palm trees to the gentle lapping of the ocean waves, and even the dense jungle felt ominously silent. High up in the sky laid the moon, she resting softy upon a cloud, her form beautiful and silver as she slept there. The blackness about her drinking in her silvery beauty as the traveler amongst the ground continued to walk, hefty and strong steps onward like that of a soldier off to war. He moved quickly for someone walking, his pace unending as he went, on and on, left, right, left, right, the sound of his tall black boots against the sandy shore, making a soft, wet sound as he went. About his body, as the cool wind blew, his hooded cloak fluttered softly in the wind, almost seeming to look as though some hidden creature was trying to pull it from off of him. As he continued along, this black garbed traveler, he turned, heading into the great depths of the jungle. The dense foliage was trying its best to repel the encroaching intruder, but could not stop his iron will to continue on. Beams of bright moonlight filtered through the trees as they rustled softly, soundless. Sighing as he looked up at the canopy above in comfort, he laid himself beside a tree to rest there as he crossed his arms and made himself comfortable for the night. He was washed ashore on the island after an abrupt storm and was longing to rest after his long journey.