Log Entry, Captain Benjamin Morgan, Isla Del Diablo
Bit by bit the dense jungle reveals more grisly secrets. My men were exploring the edge of the pristine boondocks, where the slander palm trees slowly begin to make way for larger exotic trees, when they discovered an ancient weathered shrine. With faces pale and a cold shiver running down their spine they stared at two strangely deformed heads, parched but not rotten, with their lids and mouths sewn up. The most curious aspect of these is their size; they are shrunken to miniatures. Did they belong to an unknown race of dwarves? Or was it black magic, lurking in the deep of this diabolic forest? And the most important yet most fearsome question: Who was it that did this godless atrocity to those poor souls?
I see myself forced to lead an expedition into the unholy heart of this mystery one day. Something menacing is lurking in the shadows of Isla Del Diablo...
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I'm going to license this as small cultural property. I found it far better fitting for a cutthroat pirate island than some kind of high cultural building in a pirate town. Also I finally wanted to do the name of this jungle justice
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