Alive At What Cost

Awoke at camp, injury healed. I cannot judge how much time has passed but it was not the month of recovery that I needed for such a wound. I am restored, but… incomplete. I cannot return to the shore for fear of what I might find there—the carcass of my former self. This place will not let me die, as it has not released any sailor who drowned, only to wash upon these shores. The reaper claims no souls here, and the dead wander. Joan Caron Cartwright to the Capital Survey Expedition Survivor of the wrecked ship “Mere Courage”