I pushed the wooden casket along watching my items rock around, which is the opposite of what I'm trying to achieve. I manage to reach the edge in time to tie my boat/casket up. Grabbing my box the boat jumps up like and excited dog meeting his owner again.

I went up the dock to the main path, it was finely aged concrete. My feet felt level as I made my way to my isolated home. Well for miles and miles there is nobody. It was serenity, with blue birds chirping I felt relaxed. Just like I was informed.

Twisting the colliding metal materials to accept my need to enter this house. I opened the door and sniffed up the wooden scent, dropping my box. The house is rustically themed and pre furnished gladly, as I'm quite bad at buying furniture for a house. Well nobody's going to see.

I instantly close the door and fly upstairs to my bathroom, it has tiled walls which still looked rustic. I got into the shower, undressed and got the warm water on me just to freshen myself up. Once I'd done, the realisation hit me in a cold gush of instance.

The towel; I left it downstairs. Skipping liberally across my home and grabbing the towel, I got into some warm clothes soon after. The views overtook me in the outdoor life, I took the big risk of clambering up the rocks. Only to hear screams of utter and sheer terror.