Quincy’s Notes – Day one.
The ferryman has reluctantly agreed to take me out to Oscura.
They call it the island of ghosts.
I asked him if Oscura meant “dark” or “obscure”.
Instead of an answer I was shot with a cold stare – and warned – not to say the island’s name too often.
Both in my hand and back at the cabin are copies of a contract promising more money then I’ve ever seen.
The task is simple, spend a week on the island and live to tell the tale.
This sounds crazy but actually makes a lot of sense. A company called the Salmon Bird Group is licking it’s chops at the thought of developing the island, but wants to quell rumors of a curse before the big purchase, least the investors pull out.
Sand, palm trees, thicker growth further in, nothing unexpected. I’ll set…
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