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Natasha

As she neared the island, Natasha was suddenly aware that there were people running around on it. She narrowed her eyes at the mass of people walking around, watching as trees fell, and small explosions sounded. It scared her, no doubt, but if it was the Plateau tribe, then she would have to take advantage of the opportnity.

As she neared, she could hear shouts coming from the island, and even a few people pointing at her. She saw someone draw their bow, and she ducked quickly as the arrow sailed to the side of her, missing her by mere inches. She knew that just the sheer amount of power that one archer held within himself was someone that had been seasoned by the Plateau tribe.

He loaded his bow again and she knew that she had no choice but to try and make peace with him. "I mean no harm!" she cried out in vain, and the bowman halted. He looked at her and lowered his bow, which obviously didn't go over well with a man that Natasha deemed to be the leader.

"What are you pausing for?!" he called to the archer. "I said kill everything!"

"Are you the leader of the Plateau tribe?" Natasha called across the expanse of water, which was about twenty feet from the front edge of her raft to the point where the water halted and the sand began.

"Why do you ask?" he said in a tone that was full of authority, and even annoyance. Slightly taken aback by his rude tone, Natasha let her raft draft a little bit closer.

"I wish to join you," she called again. "I can cook!" The Plateau leader just nodded, and gestured for her to bring her raft up onto the beach. She was quivering with adrenaline, but she didn't want to back off. She dragged her makeshift raft onto the beach and walked up to the leader and the archer.

"How long have you been here?" the leader asked, the edge to his voice still very much apparent to Natasha.

"Only about a day," she said, and the leader rolled his eyes. "But I know how to cook from my previous life." She added on quickly. "Just give me a chance."

"Plateau doesn't like beggars," he snarled at her.

"Then I dare to be a rebel," she answered, more confidence in her voice now.

"We'll take you back to the island, and then we'll see how you stack up," he said, and turned away from her, leaving her alone with the archer, who lightly took her by the elbow.

"Come on, they don't need me to keep watch anyway," he said. "I'll help you onto one of the ships."