LBL Drabble: Treacherous
Happy Valentines day everyone! I haven't had the chance to edit the next chapter of lbl yet, unfortunately, but here is a piece I wrote mostly over the summer of canon era thadrienne instead! It is a bit sad, but it is completed and edited and I can't NOT post something for my favorite couple in the whole wide world on valentine's day. I've found that any thadrienne is always the answer to everything so,,,, On that same note, this is the second of my winter encampment of 1779 (Morristown, NJ) pieces that I've posted as drabbles so far and I hope I'm not spoiling too much. This piece also includes some Thaddeus and Eliza romance happening so there is certainly drama... anyways, please make sure to share the love! if you like it, please give it a like, comment, and/or, reblog!
The party was lovely.
Truly, Adrienne did not expect it to be such a beautiful fété, all things considered.
It appeared as though about half of the army’s officers were in attendance with their wives and their daughters blended right into Morristown’s own group of debutantes. General’s wives graced the room, and debutantes stole the eye of every man with an eye to steal, and it was lovely.
Truly, it was.
That was not the reason Adrienne found herself alone in the garden of the gorgeous house of the ball’s host, allowing the winter wind to whip at her pale skin, turning her cheeks and nose pink with its cold temperature. She had not grabbed her cloak from the valet at the door. Adrienne found she did not want it as she made her way to the back of the house with the dark blush tint to the pitch-black sky as it was lit up by the moon, the only light to illuminate her path.
The party was lovely. If Adrienne had to guess, she would say half of the city’s officers were in attendance, but she was far more comfortable with none but the dark blue sky dotted with stars and the moon that illuminated it for company. It was far better than simply sitting at the side of the ballroom, blending into the upholstery of a chair as though Adrienne were not present at all.
Such a thing was unheard of to Adrienne. She had never once been overlooked before and found she did not know what to do.
Her husband was back inside, sitting in a game of cards with some men he knew.
Her husband was an excellent dancer. Adrienne only wished he would dance with her. He made it clear he would not before they even arrived at the house of their host for the evening.
The carriage was a bit chilly, even amongst her lined cloak and fur, which she reached for as they shifted across her silks when the carriage encountered a minor bump in the road.
“Will you not, at the very least, humor me with a single dance?”
It was only a decent thing to do. Adrienne did not ask much from her husband, and a single dance was not too tasking— in her opinion.
“No,” her husband replied, eyes focused on the little spot of light seeping in through the closed curtain to his left, not even looking at her as he spoke. “I have already told you this. My mind has not changed.”
He was so indifferent to her.
Oftentimes she forgot that he was the one to ask her here, not the other way around. He was so indifferent to her that even when she was dressed to be admired, he ignored her.
“I do not see how you cannot find time for a single dance this evening-“
Adrienne did not think she asked very much of her husband. She certainly did not think she was asking too much by requesting a single dance, but, unfortunately, the Lieutenant Colonel did not see it that way.
“I said no.” was all he replied, dazed and hard, leaving no room for argument or further conversation. “Do not make me repeat myself once more.”
All she had wanted from him was a dance— a handful of minutes from him— but Adrienne had forgotten the most important thing in their marriage. It was built off of common courtesy, not love.
The moment they had arrived, her husband had abandoned her to talk, smoke, play cards, do basically anything he could think of so that he might avoid her for the evening. That was precisely how she ended up sitting alone in a chair on the side of the ballroom for the past hour and a half, treated as though she were not even there by everyone around her.
Half the army’s officers were just inside the house with their wives.
The wives of generals and the like, not the wives of Colonels.
Half the army’s officers were just inside the house with their daughters.
Unmarried daughters that blended right into the town’s own debutantes, each one stealing the eye of every man who had one to be taken.
Adrienne was the wife of an honorary Lieutenant Colonel. She had no friends here, only her husband who had thus far abandoned her.
Would it be rude to leave now?
To get in the carriage alone and return to the Cochran house, send it back before John could even realize she was gone— if he ever even did.
Yes, it would be rude.
It would be rude, but Adrienne could not bear to suffer a moment longer alone in that chair. So, there she was in the garden alone with nothing but the moon and the stars for company.
Adrienne supposed she should be glad that she did not bother to wear a brand new dress for this. However could she justify such a thing? A brand new gown all for her to what? Sit on the side of a ballroom as if she were invisible?
These were the thoughts that muddled her head as a distraction from the true reason for her sudden flight to the abandoned garden.
Though she would never admit to such a thing, Adrienne had fled because of her.
She had fled because she could not bear to see him dance with her as though Adrienne had not spent the whole evening glued to a chair. Perhaps he had not even noticed her there. She could not blame the man. The woman he danced with was far more enchanting than Adrienne could ever hope to be— at least anymore. She was beautiful, and she was kind. Adrienne could not find a singular fault with her— and one could trust that it was not for lack of attempt. She was precisely what he deserved, and Adrienne wanted him to have that.
She knew she wanted him to have that, so why could she not let him?
Why did every bone in her body want her to tear whatever they had apart? Why could not be as selfless as Elizabeth Schuyler and let him go? Why must Adrienne be such a selfish and conceited creature?
Adrienne had come to Morristown because she wished to play with fire and compare Eliza to herself, but it quickly turned the other way around. Adrienne constantly found that she was comparing herself to Miss Schuyler and she hated it.
She hated it because how on earth was she to compare?
Adrienne could see instantly why Thaddeus had chosen her. How could he not? She is everything that he deserved and more. She is everything he wanted, and Adrienne could never hope to compare. Adrienne should not hope to compare. She is not a blushing debutante anymore, not the diamond of first water she had been for so long, but rather a married woman. A married woman with a child.
Adrienne had a husband, one she ought to practice faithfulness to by forgetting whatever she had imagined between herself and the Colonel. She had a son to raise and care for, she could not trouble herself with spending a whole afternoon readying herself for a ball. Adrienne is not available to be courted, but Elizabeth Schuyler is. It did not matter that Adrienne was 3 years younger than her, Adrienne is as good as gone when it came to such things. The simple fact reminded that Adrienne is married with an heir— fulfilling her purpose to those around her— and Elizabeth Schuyler is a beautiful debutante to be courted and admired.
Unfortunately, her treacherous heart did not care for this fact. Every time a letter arrived to the Cochran’s door or a bouquet of flowers appeared, Adrienne had to excuse herself before she did something she would regret, a deep nausea settling in her stomach. Every time she saw those usual signs of courtship and affection her heart pulled on itself, reminding her of what she would never have.
Reminding her of all her flaws every time she passed by them.
Reminding her of a wasted youth and the lack of love in her own life every time they arrived.
Sometimes Adrienne wishes that she could have something to look forward to when she hears a knock on the door, but what has she to look towards? Adrienne never received flowers from the man who is now her husband— dear god, she had not even received a letter from the man since before the birth of their son.
That does not mean she did not enjoy pretending otherwise. Sometimes, foolish as it is, she would purchase flowers for herself at Belvoir so that she could wake to flowers by her bedside, and sometimes she would pretend that they were from her husband. It is a willing ignorance, but it is far better than the realistic situation of her marriage. It would do her no good to hold her desire to be loved in return for her love over her husband who did not even wish to have her in the first place. It is a recipe for disaster to pressure him too much, to make too many demands of him. So Adrienne must make do. It is the reason she had bent to his wish not to grace the dance floor this evening.
And now, she found herself in her white floral printed silk gown perusing through a decently sized and unfamiliar garden behind a house in Morristown. Alone, as had become usual. Adrienne did take a moment to relish in the silence of it all, her heels upon the brick pavers the only sound that could be heard clearly over the muffled sound of violins, harps, and a harpsichord and the general chatter of the party she was supposed to be attending.
It was a beautifully constructed distraction, and it almost worked perfectly.
Adrienne rose from the bench she had perched herself on to continue through the garden, only this time when she rose, hers were not the only footsteps to be heard on the brick pathway.
It was a miserable thing to do, to be at a party with someone and remain ignored in a chair for its whole duration, but it was not the worst of the evening’s occurrences. No, that belonged to the sight in front of her, just hardly obstructed by the sparse spread of men that still remained around the dance floor rather than on it.
The sight of her Polish Colonel dancing the allemande with Miss Elizabeth Schuyler.
It was the last straw of embarrassment for Adrienne, who about halfway through the dance she and he had performed with her at her 18th birthday party, got up from her chair and left without a single person in the room batting an eye. She did not wish to bother John in the cards room, nor did she have gall enough to join those in the parlor, so Adrienne decided to make her way to the gardens where she could be alone in peace rather than be in the misery that is being alone in a crowded room full of people.
The moment she decided to leave Adrienne did not even attempt to glance once more to the dance floor. If she had, then she would have noticed the soft brown eyes that tenderly followed her out of the room and down the back steps. If she had been paying better attention she would have noticed that the song had long since ended as she strolled about the gardens.
Perhaps if she had done so, the warm hand that now firmly held her arm would not have surprised her so very much.
“Adrienne,” Thaddeus spoke, his lips quivering as though he wished to say more, even as he declined to do so.
His hands had always been warm, but they were so very warm now as one firmly clasped itself onto her arm giving little intention of letting her go. The hand on her arms so deeply contrasts the cold wind as it whispers at her skin, forcing her eyes and body to be drawn to the warm hand. Adrienne had stepped towards the man without giving her feet the consent to do such a thing and she was standing in dangerous territory.
She could kiss him at this distance.
She was in treacherous territory indeed.
“Come back inside,” he finally continued, those same brown eyes looking at her with a softness that mirrored his tone. “You will catch your death out here in this cold,” he took a step towards her— right into treacherous territory, mind you— “or worse.”
He was right and she knew it. She may be married, but Adrienne was still an unaccompanied woman making her way through a garden that was thoroughly darkened by the night, all without even notifying someone of her fancy for such a stroll.
Anything could happen to a lady in such conditions, and Adrienne did have to admit that she was rather foolish in her notions, however sorely they had been needed. His first concern struck her hard, not because she feared a cold— Adrienne is a grown woman, she can surely handle that— but the young little babe who she loves so very much could not, and it would torture her to see him so very put out.
Oh, how very much she hated the idea of him being right.
Nevertheless, her feet remained glued to their spot, even as all her logic told her to follow his instructions— the very least she should do is grab her cloak and inform John of her whereabouts— but her feet refused to budge as he made himself a half of a step closer to her.
Treacherous territory.
“Please,” he begged her— he ought to know she couldn’t force herself away from him like that, and he had at one time— “for the babe’s sake. For John's sake.”
Of course he would. After all, Thaddeus is and always has been the perfect gentleman. He is courting— properly, publicly, courting with flowers and letters and visits and all— a different woman, what use has he to associate himself on such terms with a married woman?
“And that is all?”
Adrienne regretted speaking the moment she uttered the question, the Polish Colonel was the perfect gentleman even though she were far from a perfect lady. It did not make the fall of her heart from its usual position in her chest to the pit of her stomach any less severe, however. It was foolish of her, but his own separation of them through such words stung her most terribly.
He did not pick up on this, however, furrowing his brow at her in confusion. He had clearly not expected such a thing, likely expecting her to use her good sense and heed his words, but that was not what he received. It was so painfully obvious as he spoke, asking her of what she might be referring to as politely as he could.
Adrienne took in a shaky breath that rattled in her chest before she spoke, averting her eyes to focus on positively anything but him, “There was once a time— perhaps it is long since forgotten now— when such cares would have been expressed for your sake as well.”
He froze, as any man would do, and Adrienne wished nothing more than to be consumed by a nearby shrub from her embarrassment at his apathetic response to her outburst. Now it was Thaddeus’s turn to rattle a breath from his chest as he replied.
“Adrienne…you must know what you ask of me is impossible,” he pleaded, soft eyes capturing her own as he did not take a single step back from her, nor remove his hand from her arm, “I can’t- I cannot do it, Adrienne.” He did not let her speak, it was not as though she could utter a word anyway. As he continued his face and his tone shifted to the sound of a pain so honest and true Adrienne felt it in herself as he spoke. “It is cruel. It is impossible, and it hurts…and to ask it of me is cruel.”
“Which is why I did not ask it!” She exclaimed in response, his resounding pain evident in her tone.
When did she ask him for what he refers to? When has she not respected his choices? And worse, how dare he blame her for his own inability to ignore her as he ought?
“Why do you think that I forced myself here tonight!” It was not a question as she exclaimed it, distress evident in her voice. She was trying— oh god, she was trying so hard— to give him his space, to force herself from the youth and vanity that allowed such feelings as those she holds for him to be formed in the first place. But it was just as impossible and painful as keeping him all to herself as she wished.
Adrienne had come all the way to Morristown with a newborn child, but not to see her husband. No, she came to see her, Miss Elizabeth Schuyler. She had come to tear her down to pieces and found herself incapable of such a thing upon meeting the woman.
She was everything that he deserved and more and Adrienne couldn’t help but want him to have her. She could not help wanting to get out of his way, even though it hurts her so immensely to do so.
Elizabeth Schuyler is everything Adrienne has strived to be.
Perfect.
Perfect for him.
Adrienne was not quite done with this oddly vulnerable little rant of hers. No, she had to say it aloud first.
“She is-” Adrienne stopped to breathe in a sharp and shaky breath before continuing, “Oh god, she is everything! She is everything that I am not and never could be and you deserve that.” Adrienne stopped to breathe in quickly once more, finally spewing the last bit out, preferring to put her pride aside for honesty for once in her life, “You deserve that and I want to give it to you so badly.”
There was a pause between them, but it was far from peaceful. It was filled with Adrienne’s own inner turmoil and the whole time Thaddeus simply stood there and didn’t say a word, just stood there looking at her as silent as can be.
“…Adrienne-”
Suddenly she wished for nothing but to return to that terrible silence because hearing him call her by the name she had given him that winter evening in the Rush’s back parlor hurt so much more.
“Please,” she pleaded with him, aware she nearly appeared hysterical as she did so, “Please call me by my formal. Call me Lady Fairfax— or” she gasped for air and a breath shuttered through her as she continued quickly, “or Mrs. Laurens if you must— but dear god don’t call me that or I will forget myself and take something so selfishly from you that I am afraid I will never be able to give back.”
And he just looked at her. Oh god, he just looked at her in the most heartbreaking way for what felt like minutes but passed in seconds before he continued hesitantly, “then you- you will step back.” It was not a question, nor should it have been. She would step back. She has no other choice, but her actions spoke little to her sentiments.
Her feet remained firmly glued in place.
Just close enough to kiss him.
Treacherous territory indeed.
Instead, Adrienne breathed in carefully, taking a deep breath before she nodded, affirming his statement. “I will,” she affirmed, “And furthermore, I will try my very best to pretend none but courtesy with you going forth. Colonel.”
“Brigadier General,” he corrected, drawing her curious eyes to face him for the first time in nearly the whole conversation.
“Pardon?”
He smiled bashfully, bringing a hand up to rub at his neck as he verified, “It is Brigadier General now.”
There was a pause as she nodded, a little ‘oh’ quietly escaping her lips rather than a congratulations. Another pause followed before Adrienne took another deep breath, shifting her body away from him quite suddenly so he was not in her line of sight at all. “Good,” she nodded as if she were convincing herself rather than speaking to him, “Yes, that is quite good. I shall let her have her Brigadier General.” Adrienne turned back around with equal suddenness as when she had turned away, which sent her reeling as she realized that despite her stepping away from him, creating distance, he had moved somehow even closer to her.
Treacherous territory that Adrienne could not afford to be in.
She did her best to gather herself once more, a watery smile looking up at him as she spoke directly to him, “I will simply have to cherish my colonel.”
She moved to walk away, the wateriness of her smile making its way to her eyes as she resigned herself to her husband—to a Colonel—and tucked the memory of her Thaddeus away firmly from her mind. She could cherish that Colonel forever.
“Adrienne,” he had moved towards her once more as she attempted to walk away from him, making her way back through the gardens, grabbing her forearm as he did so.
Adrienne took in her millionth shaky breath, inhaling sharply as if gasping at the warmth of his had on her bare skin once more. “Please-“
“Take it,” Thaddeus said, rather impulsively, a hint of desperation in his voice, pulling her eyes slowly to meet him, “Take whatever it is that you will do greatly regret.” There was a pause between them as Adrienne assessed it all. She could not tidily lock him away from her heart and mind if she allowed herself this indulgence.
She should not even consider such a thing, imagine if Miss Schuyler were to come looking for her dance partner or her husband for his wife. The former was far more likely than the latter, but they had to be considered. Adrienne’s husband’s affinity for dueling had nearly sent her into early labor once and she would do well to not remember the first of his duels she ever witnessed. Yet another against Thaddeus of all people would destroy her, let alone any notion of standing or contentedness in marriage.
And Miss Schuyler—dear lord, what would Miss Schuyler think of her? The girl was staying in the same house as Adrienne, the two could hardly avoid each other and most certainly could not avoid the topic of what had put Eliza so very put out, seeing as the girl wore her emotions so clearly they might as well have been an elaborate and expensive brooch to be proudly displayed. It was a recipe for disaster.
He spoke once more, dropping his head a bit for those soft brown eyes to find her bluish-grey ones, his tone pleading with her as he did so. “Please.”
But how could she say no? How could Adrienne, at this distance, possibly refuse him? The answer was she could not. She simply did not have such strength in her, and if she did not now, she might spend twice the amount of the time wishing she had. No, if there was any hope of Adrienne stepping back she would have to confront it.
She turned away quickly, hiding her face from him before whipping back around and grabbing his uniform jacket by its fastening, pulling Thaddeus down to kiss her. He let out a muffled exclamation, likely of shock before he sunk into the kiss, forcing it from Adrienne’s aggressive nature to one much softer. He placed a hand on her back, forcing her closer to him, so close that there was not a single amount of space between them as he kissed her for what felt like ages.
It was kind of thrilling.
More importantly, it was quite treacherous indeed.
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Don't Camp On Talon Island by xylonex
There's no official name for Talon Island. The small island is roughly four-hundred and fifty feet long and a hundred feet wide. Even this is subject to the water level of Kentucky Lake. I've seen the island larger and smaller depending on rainfall. It's not impossible to swim there, but I'd advise against it. It's near the middle of the main channel. For best results, use a boat.
My friends and I have made several attempts to camp there, but each time we've hit a snag. Most recently, my friend Callie got into a car accident fifteen minutes before we were supposed to meet up at her place. Realizing that the plans would eventually fall through, I set out to the island by myself. It's not terribly hard to get there. With little more than a rowboat and a backpack of gear, I set out to camp on an island I've been dreaming about since I was a teenager. I set out from the boat dock at Irvin Cobb and rowed into the main channel before drifting north a while. It wasn't long until I was pulling my small metal boat onto the shore and scouting a place to camp.
It was around noon when I had gathered enough driftwood and rocks to build a small fire pit near the middle of the island. There wasn't much in the way of elevation, but I figured the highest point on the island would be the safest. One of the first things I noticed was the complete lack of cell reception. I wasn't worried though. It wasn't uncommon for signal to be spotty on that side of the county. I set up my tent and prepped the fire for later. What followed was an afternoon of fishing and day drinking.
It was around eight and starting to get dark when I pulled my fish from the water and moved up to my campsite. Despite a few lights in the distance, the sky was rather free of light pollution. I lit the campfire and let it get going as I cleaned the fish and got ready for a night of camping under the stars. I spent the night huddled up in my tent falling asleep to the comforting sounds of the local wildlife on the far shore to either side of the island.
I woke the next morning to a light drizzling rain. The small drops of water sizzled as they hit the fire pit. Not wanting to spend a day on the small island with dark storm clouds on the horizon, I packed up my tent and moved down to the shore. It was around that time when I noticed that my boat was gone. It wasn't long before I was running up and down the shore looking for any sign of my boat. I had pulled it far enough up onto the shore that it couldn't have floated away. The water hadn't risen to the point it could have swept it off either.
I walked around the island a few times with my eye trained on the water and the distant shores only to realize I had no chance of finding the small metal rowboat. The rain had picked up from a light drizzle to a steady pour and I realized I was going to have to get out of the weather somehow. I wasn't looking forward to setting up my tent in the rain, but I knew it was the only way I was going to get any peace as the rain continued to pour.
I must have looked a sight. I was huddled up in an army surplus tent sitting in my underwear as I hung my clothes up to dry. The rain pelted the outside of the tent and made it impossible to focus on anything other than the sound of the rain beating against the canvas. Despite this, I couldn't help but hear the sound of footfalls crunching on the rocky soil outside.
Thinking my friends had finally come out to find me, I poked my head outside only to see that I was alone. No sooner than I had poked my head out, I watched lightning strike the shore and the loud crash of thunder that immediately followed. The storm was directly overhead and the lighting danced across the lake as the thunder boomed around me. One of the lighting strikes was so close that it lit up the inside of the tent and for a brief moment I thought I could see the silhouette of a man standing outside.
I again poked my head outside only to have a shower of water attack my face and hair. I scanned the area around my tent for any sign of movement only to find nothing. Someone was there. I wasn't seeing or hearing things. I slipped on my swimming shoes and went out into the rain wearing little more than my boxers as I decided to search the small island for any sign of the other occupant.
The waves beat against the eastern shore as I walked north in search of anyone who might have landed on the island while I was trying to dry off. It only took a few minutes to completely circle the island and once again I couldn't find anyone. I returned to my tent to find my clothes had been taken from the tent along with my backpack. As the rain let up I realized I was stuck on the island with no boat, no clothes, no fishing gear, and no phone. If there was someone on the island, they were either invisible or damned good at hiding.
Gray cloudy skies hid the sun from me as I contemplated my situation and tried to wrap my mind around how screwed I was. I briefly considered swimming to shore but knew better than to cross that channel after a fresh rain. I was stuck without food and my only shelter was an army surplus pup tent that barely survived the last storm. I could already see darker clouds to the south and knew I was in for one hell of a storm compared to the last.
It rained for two solid days. I hadn't bothered telling anyone I was coming and I couldn't trust that anyone was looking for me either. I made it through the days by trying to arrange rocks on the shore to say the word, "Fuck." I wasn't sure anyone would show up if it said help, but I knew a curse word would offend local sensibilities that someone would show up and help. I worked all day to get that message sent only to come out of my tent the following morning and see that all of the rocks were gone.
I hadn't eaten in two days and I had been surviving off of rain water and the one edible plant that grew on that island. Despite this two days of raw Cattail and and rainwater had me ready to devour a whole cattle farm. The rain wasn't letting up and something on that island was ruining any chance I had for signalling help. I decided to throw caution to the wind and attempt to swim away while I still had the energy to do so.
It was roughly eight hundred feet to an adjacent island and another thousand to the shore. There were a few houses there, but I hadn't seen any lights in them for the past two days. I figured the power was out or something. The storm had been pretty bad. Now I'm not the best swimmer and I have to admit that first leg of the swim was difficult as hell. I thrashed against the water as it seemed intent to pull me down and to the side. Even then, my biggest fear was that lightning would strike while I was in the water.
I was less than a hundred feet from the next island when my thrashing about proved pointless and I was pulled under by the current of the lake. The undertow had pulled me and I thought I was done for. For a brief moment I even felt something scrape against my back before I felt the cool air on my arm and thrashed to right myself and get a breath of precious air. I saw a shore in front of my and beat my arms and legs against the water frantically only to reach the shore and realize I was back on Talon Island. If not to make matters worse, it was clear from where I was standing that my tent was gone.
I screamed and I cursed as I stormed around the island looking for any trace of my belongings in vain. My arms and legs were sore from my attempt at swimming and the stinging on my back made all the more sense when I went to probe it with my left hand and pulled it back to see the rain washing away the blood on my fingers. I screamed more and I cursed more as I set about the small island trying to build anything resembling a shelter. It was clear to me that something wasn't letting me leave and I wasn't about to die on that damned island. It was another dinner of raw cattail before a night curled up in the fetal position trying to find anything resembling warmth on a pile of leaves nestled under a lean-to made of branches and driftwood.
It was during that night that I finally saw him. It was a naked man with a long beard standing on the edge of the shore. He stared right at me with a blank expression as I tried to pull myself further into the the makeshift shelter. A flash of lighting in the distance flickered and the man was gone. There was something so incredibly unsettling about him that left me unwilling or unable to fall back asleep. I spent the rest of the night half-alert as I tried desperately to survive the night.
At some point I fell asleep. I woke the next morning sore and tired. The sun was low in the sky and the water seemed to have calmed down a little. I didn't think so much as move toward the shore where the man had been standing when I walked into the water and swam to the next island without incident. I was on autopilot as I made the last stretch to the shore and walked up the beach toward the first house I saw. I must have looked something awful as I stood there in soaked boxer shorts with cuts and scrapes all over my body. I think I might have got two words out when the owner opened the door before collapsing.
The police think I'm crazy. My boat was found downstream a few miles down with my bag, clothes, and tent inside. I told this story to the staff at the hospital and later to the police and in both cases I was confronted with the discovery of my boat damn near in Aurora. I told them about the three days I had spent on that island and the man who had been stalking me only for them to tell me I had been gone for more than a week. My friends and I aren't planning any more camping trips this summer.
I don't know who or what was messing with me on that island, but one thing is certain; I was not welcome there. So please, if you are considering a camping adventure around LBL this summer...
Don't camp on Talon Island.
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