What. What am I doing here?
Regardless of the situations he was put in, Tom was eerily calm. Too calm. Not a single thought drifted through his mind, an empty silence clouding... more silence.
He was in the middle of a forest, alone. The rest of the ship that had brought him here was torn to pieces onshore, the people on it missing. Where am I? Where was I supposed to- What?
A tiny, yellowed piece of parchment caught his eye among the sand grains. Novoskribirsk. It came to him, a flood of thoughts in the chaos. This was the destination he was heading to. Where he was supposed to lead a new life, after he was exiled from his old nation. An island on the outskirts of another continent, Rusciv.
But... Where am I? It was obviously not the destination he was headed- in fact, Novoskribirsk was a chain of arctic islands not explored by mankind. Empty, definitely void of trees, and not much signs of life. Absolute peace compared to his old life.
The air around him was humid. A bad sign. This meant they were nowhere near Novoskribirsk. Hot, tropical environment? Yup... uh... They had to at least be in another hemisphere.
Scanning his surroundings with attentive eyes, Tom muttered to himself, "How? How could it have gone so wrong?". There were multiple families among that ship, and they were all gone. But that was impossible. They would've come back for him or woken him. There was no sign of them anywhere, only their leftovers drenched and hanging over the ship's broken room compartments.