A few small crustaceans skitter away as you are all quickly shuffled off the boat by the ferryman onto a small wooden dock at the edge of the rocky cliffs of the island. A rickety wooden staircase leads away from the dock winding it's way up the cliff. For just a moment the entire structure sparkles as the light of the sun slowly rising behind you hits the layer of frost that had formed over everything just right. Everything is eerily silent for that moment and you get the feeling you are watching the entire world wake up. It only lasts for seconds though, as soon you hear the chirping of birds and the squawking of seagulls as they begin to circle overhead.
You all soon realize that the ferryman has already undocked the boat, silently as he has been the entire trip, and has left the twelve of you stranded on the island. The morning air chills you to the bone, and many of you have gathered into small groups to keep warm. All shivering from either the cold, or anxiety. Likely both. Despite this one boy, a small kid with bright red hair dressed in fine clothing befitting a nobleman, seems to have already started up the stairs. He does not get far though before a large gull swoops down nearly taking his head off, and lands on the stairs. It squawks wildly at him and beats it's wings, before violently pecking at the crayfish desperately trying to scuttle away around it. The boy lets out a terrified cry and runs back to the group, nearly slipping and sending himself toppling into the ocean in the process. Everyone looks around nervously hoping someone will take the initiative.
