The boat scrubbed up on to the rocky beach with an aura of finality, but it was not until I stepped out that I considered the full extent of my choice.
The sensation was physical, as I realized when my temporarily weakened arms could barely pull the craft above the high-tide line from the shaking.
I sat down on a rock and considered my new situation. I’d put ashore on E— Island, willingly and fully informed. I had provisions and plans to stay, alone, for an entire year.
I dug through my backpack to find a pen and notebook to record my first impressions, but was interrupted by a noise from the tree line. I put down my pack slowly and crept forward on my belly. When I parted the high grass at the edge of the beach I was shocked by the sight that greeted me.
An enormous lion stared back, his glossy mane heaving slowly in the light breeze. This was worrying, indeed. No lions had been reported on E—Island in a half century.
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