#is that spoiled or am i accidentally airing out skeletons hold on

[lighthouseborna]

is henry. a little bit spoiled, actually? is that where all the Audacity comes from?

#less in the 'permissive parenting made this child an assumptive demanding tyrant' way and more the like #he expects good things because many were simply Given to him which i recognize isn't spoiled so much as #............cared for ;slkfjg;ldkfjg #but is henry. a little bit spoiled? #does he just have to ask for things and he gets them is that what's happening here? #oh dear he's an only child several people were compensating for their own shitty childhoods with #he's spoiled isnt he #well #this has been a thought journey #you know i always thought it was interesting that people called kids who parents doted on them in this way spoiled #like i mean a parent can absolutely be -as said- too permissive but im not talking about that im talking about like #the kid is like 'can we do x thing i think it would be fun' and when its suitable to agree the parent goes yes! #and someone is like. Wow you are wrapped around their little finger #because i mean like;;;;;;;;;; the ability to say no is right there and if the kid simply Asked and didn't #demand and wheedle and beg and whine and moan and so on then like #are they spoiled or are they? asking for something they want in the hopes that they will get it?? #is that spoiled or am i accidentally airing out skeletons hold on #;skfjg;sldkjg #tbd(?) #my dash is very dead it's very unusual and i have resorted to thinking out loud here i try not to do that lmao

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DAY 1: JORDAN POV

I woke up to the feeling of the sun bearing down on my face. I opened my eyes and blinked. After what felt like months of falling through the void, my eyes weren’t used to brightness. I moved my sunglasses up my nose and blinked violently a few more times. The world started coming into focus.

I could smell salt and hear the faint lapping of water at the shore. The ground felt loose, as if no one had ever been there before to pack it and farm it. I could see that I was on a small island. I counted one sheep, two trees, three wolves, and one lonely looking pig. I stood up, stumbling a bit. All that time in the void left my muscles a little unused. I brushed the sand and dirt off of me and got a better look. Was I alone here? For a moment, I had the terrible thought that my friends hadn’t made it through with me; that they were stranded in similar situations in separate galaxies. Then, I heard a familiar voice.

  “Guys? Where are ya? Am I the only one on this damn island?” It was Tom.

“Over here!” I yelled. I looked around and saw him, facing the opposite direction of me. 

“Jordan? That you?” Tom called, looking around for the source of the voice (spoiler alert: it was me. I was the voice.)  

“I’m right here!” I yelled again. This time, Tom turned around. 

“Jordan!” He started running towards me. I saw a wide grin on his zombie face. He captured me in a tight hug, over as quickly as it began. I examined him. His suit, thought crumpled and sort of threadbare, still made him look as fine as ever.

“I was starting to think I had this whole place to myself!” he joked. I smiled.

“Have you seen the others?”

“We’re over here!” cried a female voice. I saw Sonja rising on top of a hill, looking tan and wobbly. She gave herself a dog-like shake, sending sand flying. 

“Eyyyy, Sonja!” Tom walked over to embrace her, too. 

“Where’s Tucker?” I asked her. 

“Uhhh, I don’t know,” Sonja said, doubt in her voice. We all looked around for our other friend, but there was no sign of him. I could see worry start to creep onto Sonja and Tom’s faces. 

“Tucker?” 

“Tucker! Where are ya, mate?”

Suddenly, we heard a large amount of swearing and gasping. We saw Tucker, hunched over on the beach, soaking wet. 

“Tucker! There you are!” We hurried towards him.

“What’s the matter? What ‘appened? Tom asked him.

“I NEARLY JUST DROWNED, THAT’S WHAT HAPPENED!” he exclaimed. “Goddammit! God, that could have been the end of me. I nearly lost my hat.” He slapped his cap onto his head, shaking slightly. His captain’s uniform that he won in another universe was dripping wet, so maybe that’s why he was shaking. Sonja put her arms around him comfortingly. 

“Well… are you alright now?” I asked him. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m… I’m good now.” He took a deep breath and stood up like nothing happened. 

“So! What are we doing here?”

“Surviving, I suppose,” I responded.

“Wait!” Tom shouted, digging in his pockets. “I had a vision while we were in the void that I would receive some tasks that we’d have to complete, and once we do, we win, sort of.” 

He triumphantly pulled out a piece of paper. “Aha!” He squinted at it, possibly trying to remember how to read. “ ‘Dearest champions; In order to get off this godforsaken island, you must defeat the three mega challenges that this world has to offer you; the End Dragon, the Wither, and the Guardians.”

Tucker blew air out of his mouth. “Just those things? Those are nothing! I mean, sure it might be tough because there doesn't seem to be many resources lying around, and we might die a couple of times, but-’

“But!” Tom read on, “you are unable to come back from death. Your gods aren’t here to help you or resurrect you now. If you die, there’s no coming back.” Tom’s voice faded with every word he read. 

“What!?” Tucker and Sonja both yelled. “We can’t die?”

“Well, that’s what it says!” Tom yelled back. He read the paper again, just to be sure.

 Sonja moaned. I felt uneasy as well. My mind immediately started going to all the clumsy accidents, all the oversights that could lead to me or my friends being gone forever, or at least until the rest of us finished the challenge. 

“Well, damn, guys, I guess we’ll have to be careful. Ain’t no gods to help us out anymore,” Tucker stated. 

“Yeah, looks like we’ll have to work together,” I said. Tucker and Tom both jokingly made sounds of disgust. 

“Well, I guess if it means not having my tail handed to me, I guess I can work with a filthy Mianitee,” Tom teased, giving Tucker a toothy grin. 

“Same to you,” Tucker replied, holding out his hand. Tom hesitated, then went to shake it, when Tucker suddenly pulled it back and yelled “OHHHH! TOO SLOW, BITCH!”

Tom gasped, deeply offended. “Sonavabitch.”  

“Um, guys?” I butt in. “We probably need to focus on, yknow, surviving and stuff like that.” 

“Oh right!” Tom laughed. “I guess we should start by punching wood.” 

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A little bit later, after Tom got thoroughly chewed out by Tucker for accidentally making an axe instead of a hoe and Tom losing his mind when he saw a pig, I was in the mine when I heard Tom calling Tucker and I to come up to the surface. 

“On my way,” I responded. “I also have a little surprise for me to give to you.” 

Once I got up there,I also noticed that it had slipped from day to night. Sonja and Tom were lighting things up and preparing the farm, which, at the moment, left much to be desired. I saw that Sonja had been working hard on our little base as well. It looked  sandy and very basic (basically just a pit with walls and a furnace), but it would do.  I stood up in front of it and announced, “Everyone be very very careful. I’m about to distribute the swords.” 

Everyone crowded around me anxiously. With great care not to accidentally cut myself ot others, I handed a sword to Sonja, Tucker, and Tom. Tom laughed maniacally and ran his hands over it. A fear response went off in my brain. Tom + Sword = usually bad things, especially when there’s laughter involved. I turned the blade in my hand. The fear was replaced by reassurance; we now had weapons to defend ourselves, and besides, Tom wouldn’t hurt me in this universe.

Right?

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We all went back to our activities; Tucker and I mining, Tom and Sonja farming. 

“Tom! Please, I need the hoe,” Sonja begged for what seemed like the 50th time. Tom wasn’t very good at staying on task.

“Why don’t you just use yourself AYYYYYYYYY,” Tom roasted. Tucker’s laughter rang out from the mine, but he promptly caught himself and chided Tom. “Wait a minute. That’s rude, man.” It was Sonja’s turn to laugh now. 

I felt a twinge of hunger. “What are we going to do for food?” 

“Ummmmm…. Not wheat for sure, because we have to use that for breeding,” Tom responded.

“Yeah, I’d say- God! These wolves keep on killing our animals!” Tucker griped, finding more mutton and wool on the ground. He put it in his inventory next to the rabbit hide and meat he kept retrieving from the wolves’ spoils. “I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna slay the wolf.”

I chuckled. “Alright man, you go for it.” I turned around and got distracted by a creeper that I saw in the corner of my eye. When I turned back around, there was no wolf in sight and Tucker and Sonja were making what they called ‘an animal pit’. 

“That looks like a very interesting thing you’re trying to do there, Tucker,” I implied, smirking while watching Tucker try to nudge a pig into the pen.

“Would you stop? Stop being so immature,” Tucker groaned.

 Sonja giggled. “Yeah, Tucker, I don’t know what you’re trying to do to that pig there, but, uhhh…” Tucker gave his girlfriend a friendly tap on the shoulder. Meanwhile, I saw Tom tear behind them, chasing a rabbit with a sword.

“Tom, what are you doing?!” I admonished him. 

“I got ‘im!” He announced proudly, holding it up in the air. Sonja drew in the most outraged gasp. Even Tucker seemed offended. 

I shook my head. “Tom, you heartless monster.”

Tom didn’t care. “I didn’t do nothin wrong,” he shrugged, taking it back to the house. “Look, I even got something from it! Rabbit hide…” He put it in the chest that had been accumulating random stuff. Tucker and Sonja were still tutting outside. 

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Aside from much, much more animal herding, a magnificent tree growing and promptly being chopped down, and Tom killing a skeleton and scaring us all half to death, we really didn’t do much for the rest of the day. With the looming worry of food encroaching on our minds and the goal of survival becoming a bit easier due to the sun rising, Tom, Tucker, Sonja, and I sat down and enjoyed what little we had; our sand hut, some cooked rabbit, the breeze, and each other. 

Well, I think that about wraps things up for our first couple of days, and the next entry will probably be from Tucker. So… yeah. Excited for that.

[A/N this is the first part in what hopefully is many of a retelling/explorative fanfiction of Trinity Island! I hope you enjoyed! Feedback makes my heart explode]

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