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Natasha

The crew slept overnight in the ships, and when it was light enough, everyone was brought up onto the magificent island of Plateau.

The settlement was huge, to say the least. There were high walls all around, patrolled by guards holding crossbows down at their sides and other assorted weapons at their hips. There were stone buildings everywhere, and people were walking around, looking to busy themselves with something to do.

It was at lunchtime when Natasha was put to the test. The tribe leader led her to the bakery, not showing any sort of kindness toward her, which really agitiated her. Still, it fueled her desire to perform to the best of her abilities.

"We'll judge by how fast and how well you can cook," the leader said. "If there are any mishaps, I'm not going to hesitate to cut your throat." Natasha just nodded. There was no other way for her to join this tribe, and now, her life was on the line. She couldn't look phased by it, or the leader would think that she was weak.

"Go," he said, and Natasha turned to the piles of raw materials that she would use. She was ready for her first challenge.