(MudkipBrony I'm actually really proud of this one! But still really depressed about Liza..huff, okay, moving on.) (Just..hope she comes back. And that Joey can stop killing all his friends.

And they can have a happy little reuni-I'll stop before I go on a rant again)

DAY ONE : ADVENTURE

DAY TWO: FLUFF

DAY THREE: FLIGHT

DAY FOUR: HIDDEN

DAY FIVE: WARMTH

Type: Rhyme/Legend/Limerick

Plot: A tribe, more like a family, hidden amongst the vines and lush jungles, told to young pirates on islands, never to be heard from, only in legends...

"You wanna hear the story again?" She asked, pretending exasperation

Little Pirate Captain Jesse giggled

Her mother sighed.

"Okay, just once more, I guess."

She held her tan-skinned daughter

Much like her own

And began

"The jungle is no place

For someone like you or me

Take one step into the jungle

You're done

The jungle is no place

For an explorer, per say

Take one step

You've had your fun

For in the woods

Terra cotta camps

People who hunt and people who dance

Please don't boast and please don't prance

Your days in this world are numbered.

They spend all of their days

Hidden among the ferns

The marshes

The swamplands,

The trees.."

It was a simple eve in Karnione.

The sky was a deep teal

The vines, growing strong

Vibrant and healthy

Lush

Moving with spikes

Keeping intruders out..

Glowing orange and yellow mushrooms, mixed together, swaying lightly

With the warm Caer light lime grass.

The vines twisted and turned

Not an inch of soft earth and world not covered in light soft grass

Trodden on by creatures unknown to you and me

Some friendly

Others swift

Some scared

Bracken

eating away at cliff-sides

White and red speckles along the beautiful sky

Soon, it would turn a darker teal

and a dark navy blue

For these people take great care in their skies

Unlike me and you

They stir it in lakes that move like liquid honey

The clouds warble and move

And are drank by only most worthy of this water that held the very earth within

That tasted like liquid honey

The jungle is no place for you and I

for we will get swallowed whole by the swamps and marshes

That stick to out boots

Lush forests with foxes and birds and the like

Parrots and white wolves and skeletons alike

A never ending wash

Of ponds and lakes and vibrant vegetation

The Ghostlight,

They called themselves

(And little Jesse whimpered,)

A tribe

With paint on their faces

Long, long ago

Only legends preserving this tribe

Where they would fight bravely, and fiercely, and with the most enthusiasm

With tan huts swaying in the trees

Where no zombie dared enter

You see, you're never alone

When you're in this Jungle

Birds call, foxes scamper on by,

You'll feel someone's watching you,

If you're alone in the Jungle

And some people may be listening...

This tribe takes great grace in its bravery

And you could threaten it all

With a bow in your quiver

You'll surely begin to shiver

Your life will abruptly seem savory

And that is why

You can sometimes see

Them poking out of their jungle

To observe you and me.."

Jesse giggled.

"Pretty cool, right?" Her mom replied, tucking her daughter into bed.

"Absolutely."

Petra gave an admirable smirk.

"Pretty intense."

On the terra cotta ship where a storm brew, Lukas shivered on the crates they were sitting on

They were still working on getting the ship from the sand

And meanwhile, thunder rained down on them

Visible in the windows above

"You think they're actually real?" Petra snorted

The Captain beamed.

"Of course they do-I've been all around the world and still get chills and a wash of gratitude from my time with the Ghostlight tribe," The tan one-eyed crewmate acknowledged.

A sudden thud made them all jump

After a second, the boy smiled.

"Probably nothing," He stated.

But as you remember,

Fair-minded reader

The jungle is no place

For anyone

Not you or I

Or a brave Captain

of a ship

Nothing can prepare you for the jungle

Do you remember where they landed-just a few legends ago?

Yes, a beach, but behind this beach

Was a jungle

They never got wind

Of the figure

With bright teal paint splattered on their cheeks

Running from the boat

Back to where they would

Observe

And wait patiently

For you

and I

(based ever-so-kinda creepy poem on Stacyplay's Cat in the Nether Poem, kinda creepy and very rainy-day shivery ^^ okay Imma go cry violently over Liza because my heart's beginning to break -and I KNOW SHE'S ALIVE BUT STILL)