Treasure Island

Nicholas Wayde Turner


I can't find a way out.

Now I'm going to have to eat some trout.

The woods are getting darker.

And there's still no sign of Parker.

He ran towards the west after running into a little pest.

Oh no, look at that.

Parker's little pest is a rat...

Submitted: Sunday, October 13, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013
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