Amy's morning began bright and early, as it usually did. She got up, checked her traps (still empty), and went to a bay where she fished with a spear until the sun came up. A breakfast of roasted fish filled her up nicely, and Amy took some time to sit and think about what she should do next. She'd lived near the beach for as long as she'd been on the island; it seemed like an unnecessary risk to go further into the island's jungles than she needed to. A part of her was curious about them, though.
Today was the day she'd sate that curiosity, she decided. Having had a chance to rest up, Amy made sure her knife was around her neck and took a spear with her too, just in case she needed to defend herself. She started near her hut, and worked her way into the jungle from there. Using her knife, she made marks in the bark of some of the trees that she passed by, so that she could find her way back to the hut if she needed to. Hiking through the jungle was pretty tough, and soon her soft body was covered in sweat. She was relatively fit despite all the flab covering her body, but the exercise and the humidity was starting to wear on her.
Finally, there was a break in the trees, and Amy exited them into a large clearing. It was a rather beautiful place, but it was definitely dominated by the object in its center, a...
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