The Mis-Adventures of Ivo of Vesper.

[symon]

This is where I shall chronicle my adventures and happenings within our beloved world.

English is my first language, and I can spell but.... I can't type as fast as the ideas come in to my head!

Hope you enjoy....

[symon]

Violent stormy waves lashed against the “Lady Kirsty”, Ivo of Vesper’s small fishing boat shortly after he had set sail from his keep at the southern-most tip of Ice Island on the OSI Legends server. The waves were so fierce that Ivo had been knocked out whilst trying to tie his sails.

Some time later, how long we do not know, he stirred. The stormy seas around him had settled but there was something amiss. He was unaware of his location. He had lost his compass and even more seriously he had lost his memory.

He pulled himself to his feet. His head still felt sore and his legs were unsteady. He peered over the side of the boat. Was that land he could see?

His sails were tattered and torn but he managed to piece some of it back together hoping it would last long enough to reach the land. He had no edible food on board and only a hip flask with fresh water. He took a conservative sip of it and carefully replaced the cap. He then rested on the deck and after a time drifted off to sleep.

He was awoken with a bang as the small boat crashed in to land. He rose to his feet and clambered over the side of the boat. He had arrived at a small island in the middle of the ocean. Which ocean? He did not know. He didn’t care. He was on land.

He took some time to familiarise himself with his new surroundings. This didn’t take too long as the island was small. There was a large area of grass and a few trees around the edges. A few wild plants grew in the north-western corner.

‘I have to eat’ he thought. He looked around. There was very little here to eat. There was some fruit on one of the trees but it was something he had never seen before. He pulled one of the fruits off and took a small bite. ‘Ewww’ he thought as he spat out the bitter juice from his mouth. ‘I should make a mental note not to try that again’ he said to himself.

Ivo pulled a branch from a nearby tree and took the cord from his sandals. He tied the cord to the branch and with a bent piece of chain from his boat he added a “hook” to the end of the cord. He took a bit of the remaining fruit on to the end of the hook and dangled it in to the water. After a time, something which was irrelevant to him now, he felt a tug on his line. He pulled up the line and there was a fish attached to the end of it. ‘Success’ he shouted, but no one was there to share in his glory. He pulled his dagger from his belt and carefully cut and filleted the fish. ‘Now how did I know how to do that?’ he thought. He rooted through his backpack and found a heating stand. Not all was lost. He lit the heating stand and cooked his fish on the end of a stick.

It was starting to get dark so Ivo removed the remaining sail parts from his boat and made a tent-like structure on the island. He then gathered some wood from the trees and lit himself a small fire to give some warmth throughout the night. Retiring in to his new home he wondered to himself, ‘Will I ever be able to find my way home? And come to think of it, where is home?’ he could not recall from where he had set sail.

Tomorrow will be another adventure, he thought to himself as he dropped off to sleep on his own little island in the middle of the sea.

[Poisonkitty]

that last sentence makes me think of johnny castaway, remember him? he had his own little adventures chronicled in screensaver form.

[Yoko]

I like the story so far... I just hope he dont find a volly ball and screams "WILSON!!!" at the end of the story