There was a cry: Drifting Island !.
I got to my feet, looking around. A black dot loomed on the horizon.
Taking the telescope from Garcia who came up, I began to examine the drifting island.
Apparently it was a small islet – all drowning in greenery, with stars of palm trees sticking out from Naked women chat Dayona. lower vegetation.
But it did not attract my attention – the greenery could not absorb the stone debris, here and there protruding from the thickets.
“What is it, Garcia?”
“Many of the drifting islands were a refuge of demons who got rid of their masters. ” They captured slaves who built fortresses on drifting islands.