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Nastasha

Waking up, she had to remind herself that everything was still alright. She wasn't dead, and she didn't feel as if something was wrong. There was no sense of urgency that gnawed away at her, but Natasha knew that she would have to start up again eventually.

She didn't know much about the islands, except for their names, and where the major tribes were, as well as a bit of technical stuff. She stood up and looked around at the small island that she had spent the night on, and smiled. This was Spring island, and just by the look of it, it looked to be a prime area for mss-producing food at.

The wheat that she had picked had grown back, and Natasha walked over to her pile of wheat that she had pulled the previous day, which still looked healthy considering how long it had been out of the ground for. Everything about the islands was very advanced, to the farming time, the animals, and even the rate that rocks would appear at. The only reason that islands hadn't been taken by countries of the world was because they were near impossible to find. They didn't show up on a map, and there was hardly any information about them. The only reason that Natasha knew about them was because one of her close friends had been killed during a battle.

Stay away from the Magma tribe, she thought to herself. When Magma and Canyon had started a battle over sea territory a while back, many had died. The battle didn't have a true winner because of the severe losses on both sides, and now, the two tribes sat in opposite corners of the map. Her friend had been part of the Canyon tribe, and had been killed by the advanced Magma warriors. She sighed, remembering the excitement in her friend's voice as she was told about the islands. As a specialty in mining, he had been a go-to guy for the Canyon tribe to use to mine sulphur and coal out to make explosives.

Natasha herself was not an explosives type of person. She was more of a cook, as well as a fisher. She was skilled with a crossbow most of all, but she also loved to use a spear.

Plateau was a tribe that she would love to join, as she knew of their high-quality fighting force, and she was sure that they would take someone to fish and cook for them, if they didn't have one already.

Natasha picked up the bundle of wheat and set it in her backpack before she walked over to a small piece of floating wood that had washed up on the beach. Smiling to ehrself, she crouched down and pushed it off of the sand, quickly launching herself onto it as well. The bound woodpile lurched a little bit, but she was able to clamour on top of it without any problems. There was a smaller, grass-based island to the East, and that was where she was headed.

Bento island, she thought.