<strong>General</strong><br/><br/>Around 7:30 pm on August 5, 1922<br/><br/>The rain has slowed to a heavy drizzle, but there were more nasty clouds heading toward the island.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Lucienne and Celeste</strong><br/><br/>Mary can be heard rustling around in the kitchen. She’s cleaning the dishes and preparing to close up for the night. Abraham walks into the Inn and smiles at the girls before heading straight to the kitchen where his mother has left food for him.<br/><br/>Lucienne would find the same things as Celeste did. A simple journal bound in leather with GT etched into the cover. It’s old and worn with many pages either damaged or missing. The beginning of the journal talks about how he was stationed as the commander of the naval prison on the island. By the language and use of the word rebs, it is obvious that the island was home to a civil war prison camp belonging to the union. One passage talks about meeting with Zedekiah Marsh. It describes him as a strange contemplative man. Just talking to him made a cold chill run down Thatcher’s spine. Marsh and the townsfolk made Thatcher very uncomfortable. A later passage talks about strange sightings that some of the guards and prisoners reported. Strange hunched figures around the prison camp. He dismisses these as drunken ramblings and the like. Another couple of passages detail a series of incidents involving missing food, which resulted in the shooting of two men as thieves. The end of the journal appears to be the ramblings of a madman. They make no sense at all. Something about weird dreams and fish is all anyone can make out. The journal shows no signs of anything occult. The author appears to be a christian. To get anything from the end of the journal you will have to spend about a week to study it.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Regular Spot Hidden Check</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Celeste needs to beat a 30 and Lucienne needs to beat a 40<br/></div></div><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Mattie</strong><br/><br/>Inside Tiny’s is about what would be expected of a shack by the water. It’s lit by oil lamps. There are a few tables and chairs around the place. If the whole town showed up it would be standing room only. The place wasn’t decorated with anything on the walls. It looked as though the proprietor was ready to ditch the place at a moment’s notice. A makeshift bar was at the back of the building with several wooden containers stacked along the wall and on the bar itself. Each container had about 20 mason jars of clear liquid in them. There was a doorway with a curtain hanging in it behind the bar.<br/><br/>As soon as the door opens Mattie will be bombarded with laughter. Three men are sitting at the largest table in the middle of the shack. They’re drinking the clear liquid from the jars and playing cards. Paddy and Buddy are two of the men. The other is someone you haven’t seen before. The third is an absurdly obese man. He has dark thinning hair and brown eyes with a mediterranean complexion, which is very different than the others on the island.<br/><br/>“Well hello,” the large man turned and slowly stood. His legs were unsteady, but he managed to right himself. “How can I help you miss?” He smiled and approached Mattie. Paddy kept an eye on him. He didn’t want someone to hurt one of his passengers. “Looking for a drink? Care to join us for a game?” He extended his hand. “They call me Tiny.”<br/><br/>Looking at the table, it is easy to see who is winning. Tiny had the larger pile.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Edward</strong><br/><br/>Edward finds himself on a small boat heading to some island his friend had visited before mysteriously vanishing. The boat was small. Smaller than was probably advisable in the storm that was now hitting it. The boat tossed and turned.<br/>