Week 2 Story: The Cursed Island
The captain inhaled deeply. The deep blue waves tumbled over and over, slowly growing in intensity. The sky looked a normal, unassuming shade of blue, but the captain could see the hidden greens and muted yellows—the markings of a storm. As the boat rocked against the water, he prepared for the worst. His instinct told him that the night would bring treachery. As the Captain assembled his crew, a sinister presence on some island miles away began their preparations as well. Theirs chants vile and loud rang through the night. Torches were lit and glowing as the Rakshasi, she-goblins, preyed upon the flesh of their male captives. The captain and the goblins’ paths were fated to cross the moment he set out onto the sea. That night, despite his best efforts, the ship crashed against a wall of sharp rocks, sending the men plummeting into the depths below. The goblins heard the crash, thinking of their own motives, took the form of beautiful women