Werner could swear by God that before setting off, he never anticipated encountering such bizarre phenomena.
A remote island, typically uninhabited, had quietly swallowed up more than thirty robust indigenous warriors.
Even if those ignorant and savage guys only knew how to attack with wooden spears and bows and arrows, running around naked all day, they were nonetheless elite survivors of bloody tribal conflicts.
What frightening thing had devoured them?
Was it a beast, or a storm?
Or was it something else.
For instance, humans...
Honestly, before leading these indigenous people ashore, Werner always presumed these unruly guys must have been so elated after devouring people on the island that they forgot about going home.
Or they may not have wanted to take orders from their leader any longer, planning to establish a tribe of their own, especially since they brought a woman with them when they landed.
