Only the ocean

Navigation/exploration post 1

Hanako panted softly as she waded ashore, her legs throbbing with each step. Normally she would try to avoid getting herself all soggy and tired, but the aches that riddled her legs were actually quite satisfying, like proof of a job well done. From the mainland the island hadn't seemed so far away, perhaps a half an hour swim at most, but the waves were stronger than she'd anticipated, forcing her to grit her teeth and push hard as the tide tried to drag her back to shore. But despite all the risks she'd made it. The childish, impulsive, part of her wanted to turn back around and do it all over again but she quickly shooed away that thought with a shake of her head. What was the point of swimming to a desert island if she wasn't even going to explore? It'd be like catching a fish just to throw it back into the water, a damn waste of time if you asked her.

Water dripped from her fur as she made her way up the beach towards the glassy ruins ahead. As with the rest of the world nature had it's way of claiming back what was hers, smothering man-made structures with greenery and foliage till it fit almost seamlessly into her design. As Hanako approached she couldn't help but wonder what it had been for, or if it had any purpose at all. She'd never been told about humans or their past civilisations, so as far as she was concerned the world was littered with the remnants of nameless, faceless beings she couldn't possibly hope to understand. Not that she cared too much anyway, since she wasn't much of a scholar.

Instead she approached the large shattered window, carefully stepping over the glass as she climbed up so that her front paws rested against the overhang. Like a peeping tom she poked her head, her tail wagging in anticipation of whatever was hidden within.