The life (Island Two)
Of all the things that existed in the world, Sympathy understood the sea the most. The way that it moved, its moods. What lived inside of it. The island that they were placed on was not a bad thing in her mind. She could see easily that there was plenty of food to sustain them all. Plenty of shelter, too.
After the world with all the black and white, she was happy to be in a place that she was familiar with. It eased her mind and relaxed her muscles. She felt like a pirate again. Even the ridiculous clothing that she found herself in couldn't spoil it for her. Instead, she set to work on shortening the pants so that her legs could be free for movement, leaving only enough cloth behind to cover those parts that it would be indecent to show. She did much the same with the shirt, ripping off the sleeves and tying the rest high to let the sun touch her belly and warm it.
With the scraps, she made bags. Ways to carry the food back and forth with her, to hold the live animals she caught. Sympathy turned one bunny inside out and constructed a few water bags out of its bladder and intestines, which she then filled at the freshwater stream.
She was happy. It was hard not to be.
The pirate lay out in the sun, her storage containers carefully hidden under a fern nearby. She soaked in the rays, smiling. She didn't care about getting to the other island, or doing anything but living. There was no strange technology here, no cars. Nothing she didn't understand. Only her, the wind, the ocean, the sun, and the sand. And survival.