Landfall

Timestamp: Sentinel Island beach - early morning

You watch as the rowboat slowly leaves and disappears into the thin fog to return back to The Hogue. The beach cove that breaks much of the island's rugged rocky terrain is around 100 metres long with almost white fine sand. The day is overcast and gray but you can tell this is likely an iddilic place in summer months.

Not far from the shoreline you see that the interior of the island appears to be that of a huge, spacious, and opressive jungle. You can feel the humidity radiating from its thick canopies, as only enough light seems to shimmer through its crowns to the ground below.

Quiet creepers and climbing plants hang from most trees and a tumult of beastly sounds, belonging mostly to rummaging insects and reptiles, echo in the morning air, and almost completely muffle the sound of a nearby raging river.

To the left of the beach as you face the jungle, maybe 300 metres away is the wreck of the strange vessel you've seen.