The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0495 Early the next morning, at first light, Jessica, Bridget, Veronica, and I were assigned four different boats. For a time, we could keep track of each other, four boats rushing toward the sunrise.

Then I saw the island. It was larger than I thought, circular, with a beach along the outside and dense jungle packed in the center.

The four boats veered off in widening directions, presumably to stop and drop off their candidates at different points on the beach. Soon, we lost sight of each other.

The boat carrying me pulled up toward the beach, and the servant indicated that I should hop out here. So I did, my

feet splashing in the shallow ocean water. As I sloshed my way toward the shore, the boat behind me drifted back and then disappeared the way it had come.

I felt exposed standing there in only a swimsuit. Fortunately, Nicholas with some measure of foresight had included a more conservative one- piece in my wardrobe. It was a navy in color with a modest neckline, and therefore covered most of my torso.

My bare feet, legs, and arms were bound to have some trouble in the thick brush, however.

I crossed my arms and frowned at the path ahead. Nathan had mentioned last night that the camera crews would be discreetly following us, yet no one had

exited the boat with me. Perhaps they thought me so unimportant that I wasn’t worth following.

was considered the same or the next part of

imagined, as ever, the cameras were likely

our plan, I waited in spot while Veronica trudged around the beach until she found me. She had no cameramen following

a black one-piece bikini with a white sham tied around her waist. Curiously, she was carrying a pair of shoes. I noticed then she had some

I

reached me, she held out the

this allowed?” I asked as

some poisonous thing, or who knows what else.” That seemed like sound logic to me, so I accepted the shoes and kicked them on. I didn’t care about the sand in them. It was already a comfort knowing I wouldn't step on anything sharp, sticky, or dangerous without at least some measure

shoes were simply tennis shoes, but it was a hell of

retrieved her written instructions from inside

measure of privacy, though she didn’t seem bothered either way: The instructions were a series of landmarks, natural or otherwise. The first on the list said that we needed to enter the jungle at a mark where three rocks stacked together looked like a

didn’t have

the stone snowman was only a few yards left of where I was initially dropped. We walked to it,

“What's next?” I asked.

paces due