Chapter 21 – Tracks in the morning

Mara woke before the sun rose above the horizon. For a moment she didn't know why her back hurt and why her skin after salt and smoke smelled — then everything returned. The beach. The storm. The island. She got up abruptly. The sky was in that delicate gray-blue that only exists shortly before sunrise. The sea lay smooth, almost ineffectively peaceful, and the air was cool enough that it fröstelte. She was listening for a moment. Just waves. Bird calls. The quiet rustling of the palm leaves. Nothing from the eyes of the night. Maybe she had imagined it. Maybe it was just an animal she had observed. But the thought didn't let her go. Mara got up slowly. Her legs felt stiff, her muscles hurt as her body would have fought against the waves all night. She stepped out of her crooked condition and stopped. In the damp sand in front of her camp were traces. She saw her right away. Small, narrow prints, barely deeper than that of a dog — but different. Too round. To u

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Chapter 22 – The interior of the island

In the third morning, Mara woke up with the feeling that she no longer only at the edge could remain. The beach had given its safety. The sea was open, visible, more predictable than the dense forest behind it. There was they see the horizon and agree that a ship may appear at any time. But the beach alone wouldn't be enough. Not if nobody really came. She sat in the sand and looked at her shelter, which now consists of several boards, Palm leaves and a half broken barrel. It was enough for a night. Maybe for some more. But she knew how fast the sun burned and how cold the night could be. She needed more. Tools. Eatable. A better place. Mara took the green backpack, the pocket knife and the empty Water bottles that she had filled at the brook. Then she stood Waldrand and felt this old pulling in the abdomen again. Fear. The forest was beautiful in the morning. Sun rays fell through the canopy in golden paths. Colorful birds flying between the branches. The soil s

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Chapter 23 — The smoke between the trees

Mara blinked several times. But the narrow gray stripe did not disappear. He rose quietly between the treetops, so fine that they took him from the beach would never have noticed. Only from above, at this height, it was visible. Smoke. A fire. Her first reaction was so intense that she took a step back. Her heart suddenly didn’t just hit fast — it hammered. Someone was here. The thought shot like a flash through her. Rescue. Leonie might. Elias. Another survivor. Mara already made a step down the slope as a second thought she abruptly stopped. What if not? She stopped. The wind dashed through the high grasses of the hill, and suddenly the whole island quiet again. Only birds cried in the distance. Mara kept staring at the smoke. It was weird. A few seconds ago, she had wanted nothing more than another person to find. Now that the opportunity was real, she felt fear. Not before loneliness. Before the unknown. Whoever was there already lived on this island — or

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The Island of the Silence のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 23

Chapter 21 – Tracks in the morning

Chapter 22 – The interior of the island

Chapter 23 — The smoke between the trees