The Nadder turned his head and looked at Dusty, and sent a volly of spines at him. Dusty manages to roll out of the way, but ends up with his back against a tree, facing the Nadder.

"That went well." Thyra mutters, wrenching a spine out of the tree trunk. "And look at that one, an inch from your head."

"Your not helping me here." Dusty says just loud enough for her to hear.

"No, but I've got an idea..." Thyra pulls out a second spine, then slides them together to make a loud 'shrink', causing the dragon to shake it's head at the uncomfortable sound. Thyra doesn't stop, she keeps sliding the spines together until the dragon backs up, squawking in discomfort.

The Nadder turns toward Thrya, who's still sliding the spines together, and allows Dusty to see something on its left side.

"Thyra." he says just loud enough to hear.

"Yes?" Thyra mutters, concentrating on distracting the Nadder, and moving into its blind spot.

"Do you see that?" Dusty says pointing at the Nadders left side

Thyra cranes her neck to follow his gaze, and her eyes widen. "Is that...an arrow?" She whispers in confusion.

"I think it is, it's right where it's wings connect to the main body, I doubt this guy could fly, and I bet it hurts like hell."

"That's probably why he's so angry. I would be too, if I had an arrow sticking out of me like that! It looks like it's been there a while, too."

"I have a crazy idea, keep him looking towards you." he whispered to her as he slowly got up.

"Alright, but it's your funeral!" Thyra replies, before sliding the spines together even louder. "Over here, big boy!" she calls to the Nadder, making it eye her angrily.

Dusty slowly limps over to the nadder, making sure to stay quiet, and slowly approaches the arrow, he waits for the Nadder to shake his head from the spines sliding together, before grabbing the arrow and ripping it out of the dragon.The Nadder roared in pain, and blindly shot spines toward Dusty, who managed to hit the deck. But before it could do anything else, it moved its left wing, and stopped. All the pain that it had felt from that arrow, was gone.

"Would you look at that, it worked!" Thyra murmurs, watching it test it's other wing as well, before it stretches them both out, flapping slightly. "Now what?" she adds as she makes eye contact with the dragon.

"Now we slowly move away, and hope it doesn't try to kill us." Dusty replies while slowly moving away from the Nadder.

"I like that plan," Thyra nods, backing away, not sliding the spines together, but holding them up at the ready.

Dusty and Thyra manage to back out of the clearing, and into the underbrush. Thyra puts the spines on her hip, just in case. And moving as fast as they could, moved away from the clearing.

"I'm not gonna lie, I wasn't expecting that to work." Dusty admits.

"Me neither, hopefully he won't bother us now." Thyra agrees, glancing behind to make sure it's not following them. Luckily, she saw nothing but trees.

"Well thankfully the sun is starting to rise, so maybe we can find a more permanent shelter, and some more supplies, please tell me you have the knife."

"I do," she nods, holding it up. "I say we keep going inwards, where the trees get thicker? Who knows, maybe we'll find a cave." she adds.

"Let's hope said cave isn't occupied..." he drifts off at the last word. "Hey, isn't that the beach?" he says gesturing to their right.

"Uh..." she follows his gaze. "I think so? It's A beach, at least."

Dusty peered into the distance, and let a small gasp escape his mouth,"Um, do you see that?" he said pointing at something beached on the shore.

"Uh...what is that?" she follows his gaze.

"It looks like a wrecked ship." he says as he pushes a bush to the side, to expose a small longship, it's mast has been ripped away, but the hull was still intact. It looks like it's been there for a long time.

"Well, we better go see if there's anything useful, then!" Thyra grins. They could even use it for shelter, if it came to that.

"Just have your knife ready, who's to say we're not alone on this island." he says

"Yeah, and they might not be friendly to a couple slaves." Thyra mutters.

Thyra pulls out the knife as they move toward the beached ship, and manage to climb aboard. The main deck was empty except for an empty crate at the bow, so they cautiously moved below deck, which they found to be surprisingly dry, and full of barrels and crates

"You see anything useful?" Dusty asked

"Hmm, lets see..." Thyra manages to open a few crates, peering in. "Most are empty, but...this one has a fishing net, a bit tattered. You?"

"All the barrels are empty, and I'm trying to get this stubborn box open." he says as he tries to open the top for the fifth time.

"Pull harder!" Thyra laughs, cranking open another crate.

Dusty pulls again, and manages to rip the crate open, which yanks up and hits him in the head.

"What you got?" Thyra asks, peering into her own crate and hiding her amused smile.

"A headache." he says as he rubbed the spot the crate hit him, and peers down into the crate. "Oh heck yeah." he says as he reaches into the crate.

"Well? A three course meal? A way out of here? Twin daggers?" Thyra asks, pulling nothing but old rope out of her box, which, admittedly, could be useful.

"Last one is sort of correct." he says as he pulls out two daggers and six throwing knives, all in pristine condition.

"What the heck?!" Thyra exclaims, watching them.

"You said you were good with throwing knives right?" Dusty asked to make sure.

"Yeah! I was the best in my age group back home! Everyone got so jealous!" she laughs, remembering the good days.

"Well here you go!" Dusty said tossing them and the daggur to her.

"Nice! Are you sure you don't want the dagger?" she asks as she tucks the throwing knives into her belt.

"There were two of them." He says showing the daggur

"Nice," she nods, twirling her new dagger around before sticking it up her wet sleeve.

"Now what's in this crate?" he says as he uses his dagger to pry it open.

Thyra turns to the last crate on her side, and prys it open. "Well, I've got an old fishing pole, but i've had enough fish this last year to last me a lifetime."

"You'r not wrong about that." Dusty says as he opens the crate, and gags when he looks inside.

"Is it a dead body?" Thyra asks with a grin.

"Worst, rotten food." he says as he closes the crate.

"Oh, that's disgusting." Thyra mutters. "How long do you think it's been there?"

"From the way the apples look, two months minimum." he says as he starts to open the last crate.

"Well, that's delightful." Thyra murmurs. " I wonder who's ship this was?"

"Don't know, probably best to not know, now what's this crate got for me?" he says as he lifts it open, and his eyes widen, "holy..."

"Okay, that look tells me there's something good in there," Thyra says walking over with the rope and net. "So what have ya got?"

Dusty pulls out a longbow, with at least two dozen arrows.

" I haven't seen one of these in forever."

Thyra whistles, impressed. "It's in amazing condition!" she observes. "Nice workmanship, whoever created it."

"Tell me about it." he says looking over the bow, then his gaze sees something in the stern of the ship. "Did you check that chest?"

"Chest? What chest?" Thyra follows his gaze, and her eyebrows lift in surprise. "Well, i wonder if there's anything in it?" she walks over in curiosity and runs a hand over it.

"Looks like we need a key, less you know how to lockpick." he says with a smirk.

"Hmm...well let's see here..." she examines the chest from all angles. "Ah!" she cheers when she finds what she's looking for. "My dad had so many chests, you come to find out their secrets after a while." she states, as she slides her fingers into the small gap. "And...let's see if this works..." a small click can be heard, and she grins, withdrawing. "I don't know why people don't build all their chests with a backup release."

"Well, let's just hope they keep doing it." he says as he lifts the lid, to reveal a crossbow and a dozen bolts, all in pristine condition.

Thyra basically dives for them, lifting them with a grin. "Okay, now this...this is beautiful."

"Why does it feel like I've signed my death warrant?" he says with a nervous laugh.

"Yeah, this is way too good to be true." Thyra frowns. "All this stuff? And where's the people?"

"We haven't checked the captain's cabin yet, maybe we can find the ship's journal, that should give us some answers." Dusty answers

"Good idea, but we have to be careful, some people like to rig their ships. Who knows, though, they could have been dismantled when it ran aground?"

"Hey, what's that?" Dusty says reaching for a small symbol on the floor of the chest. He pulls it up and looks at it,"This...this is the crest of the Berserkers."

"Oh, great. I can basically guarantee the ship's rigged. But what's it doing so far from Berserker Island?" Thyra wonders.

"Well I can safely say there are no Berserkers on the island." He said dropping the crest back into the crate.

"Really? Well, I suppose it's been here a while. We probably would have heard them, they're a rowdy bunch from what I remember."

"And they have no survival skills whatsoever, and they kill everything that isn't human." He says with a small laugh, and starts walking toward a door.

"True," Thyra follows with a grin. They stop outside it. "Should we just open it?" she asks.

"Stay to the side, I'll push it open, if it's trapped, it's a one shot." he says pulling out his daggur.

"I hope you can dodge, then." Thyra says, moving aside.

Dusty slowly opens the door to the captain's cabin, to find a dried corpse with a sword going in it's chest.

"Ohhhh, that's just great!" He says moving to the side so Thyra can see.

"Well, what a welcoming sight." Thyra wrinkles her nose at the stench. "At least we know where the captain went."

Dusty walks over to the desk, and grabs a book from it, "Found the ships journal." he held up the book, showing the Berserker crest

"Hmm. I wonder what it'll say?" Thyra looks at it curiously.

"I'll look in it, check the chest over on the wall." he says as he opened the journal.

Thyra nods in agreement, moving towards the chest. "It's open..." she mumbles, lifting the lid.
"Wow. okay. This guy was rich. Or, the people he stole it from was." She lifts up a handful of coins, but keeps digging through in search for something useful.

"Well, from what the captain put down, the ship sailed from their home port, headed to Sicily. They had five crew aboard, well that was till they ran into a storm. Three men went overboard, one being the first mate, and they beached here. The captain stayed with the ship as the last crew member went out to scout, armed with his bow, and came back with Nadder spines in him, and out of arrows. He died not too long afterward. The captain gave him a pyre funeral and killed himself with his own sword."

"Wow, he was unlucky." Thyra mumbles, still digging through the chest. "Did he not even try to build a raft? Get out of here?" she withdraws, holding some kind of journal. "Well that's interesting." she opens it up, it's empty. "Nevermind. Is that all it said?" she turns towards Dusty.

"Yeah, and something about a weird lens they found in a cave here, it should be in the chest from what this says."egg

Thyra has another look, sifting through carefully. "It's... not here. So where could it be?" she glances around the room. "That's so weird. Maybe the man who died before the captain had it on him or something?"

"He may be referring to another chest, like a mini one, a personal chest." Be says opening some cabinets.

"Huh..." Thyra spots the desk where the corpse sits. "Well, it has drawers. Could it be there?" she walks over, and pulls open the drawers. "Okay. Here we go!" she presents a small chest from the last drawer she opens, small enough to carry.

"Crack it open, see if it's in there." He says

Thyra uses her dagger to help pry it open, and reaches in. she pulls out a weird, small round wooden object with a clear centre. "This looks like some kind of lense." she nods, examining it in her fingers. "Totally useless though."

"Well, you never know, but I say we get moving, we don't know if the ship is going to fall apart on us, though I doubt it, and we still need to find shelter for the night."

"Not gonna argue with you there!" Thyra nods. "I think I'll pass out if i'm near that stench anymore." she points to the corpse.

"Well this guy can be useful for one thing." He says walking over to it.

"And what would that be?" Thyra asks.

Dusty pulls the sword from the body, "His sword." he unites the Sheath and puts the sword in it, and places it on his hip.

"Good point." Thyra nods. "We should probably get out of here now." she nods towards the door.

"You first your majesty." He says giving a mock bow.

Thyra lets out a sarcastic laugh and throws a curtsey, before walking off. "Yeah, me first, and you know it!" she smirks as she walks down into the hull and up onto the deck.

Dusty comes up right behind her, and sees something she doesn't, he tries to not laugh. "Umm Thrya."

"What now?" she asks with a sigh.

He points at the bow of the ship, "Your friend is back." he barely holds himself together, as the Terrible Terror gives an annoyed roar.

"Oh, what do you want now?!" she snaps at the Terror. "You want your wood back? Well go retrieve it's ashes, then." she rolls her eyes.

The Terror gave her a death glare, before regurgitating a fishhead.

"Gross." she mutters. "Go throw up somewhere else." she turns towards Dusty. "Quit laughing. All I did was take it's wood, now it won't leave me alone!" She froze as she finished, as she saw something on the stern of the ship. "Uh... you might want to see this..."

Dusty turns around and freezes, standing not twenty feet away, was the Deadly Nadder from earlier.