text | day 008 | HE412T

[timaeus]

[This text post comes after a few hours of radio silence following Dirk's first messages.]

Surprise, I survived.
"I told you so" etc etc.
Turns out the locals are pretty chill, all things considered.
I've learned their language and they have accepted me as one of their own.
By which I mean I'm cooling my heels in one of their longhouses for the rest of the night after they explained their whole Lost-adjacent dogma to me.
And I learned some shit you folks will probably be interested to hear about, judging by the fat wad of nothing y'all were able to tell me.
Key takeaways:
One, this particular group of natives speaks Morse code.
Tongue clicks for dots and hums for dashes.
Might wanna brush up on it if you don't feel like getting speared should you have a run-in with them.
And two, the people responsible for whatever this is are somewhere to the southeast, presumably on another island.

Comments

[timaeus]

They said "the Great Whale denied them" many times.
Jury's still out on what that might mean.

[sharktrash]

That doesn't exactly narrow it down. What the fuck is "the great whale"? An actual animal? A security system? An anti-missile tank?

[timaeus]

Fuck if I know.
But I do intend to find out, one way or another.

[sharktrash]

If you do, let me know. I intend to test some limits myself.

[ raft arc my beloved... ]

[timaeus]

Sure.
I'll be in touch.

[ squalo ain't the only one that'll be heading for that southeast beach ]