Chapter 3
Instead of heading straight through the centre of the island to reach the southern part, where the smoke from the tavern rose up above the rooftops, Adam followed the edge of the island around the western side. Despite Shitbox telling him nothing about the area, he had a sneaking suspicion that there was something hidden away there.
Adam looked out over the edge of Interim Island as he walked, marvelling at how the clouds below seemed to stretch on forever. The sun above was on its journey towards the horizon, and within a few hours it would be dark. He hadn’t seen any lamps around the dumpy-looking buildings, so he wondered if anyone would be able to see what they were doing once the sun was gone.
When he arrived at the western part of the island, he found a flower garden with a single square-ish dark-blue tent in the centre. It looked like something that might house a palm-reader or another type of carnival scam artist.
“What’s that?” he asked.
Shitbox did not respond.
That’s suspicious as hell. This thing usually never shuts up.
Adam went into the garden from the edge-facing side. The flowerbeds were placed in three layers like some kind of strange symbol, with parts of the ‘lines’ missing to allow people to actually walk through without trampling the flowers. The outermost layer was a square, the middle a ring, and the centre a triangle, within which the tent stood.
All the flowers were dahlias, painted in a seemingly-random array of colours.
Maybe this garden looks like something specific from the air? Adam wondered, wishing he had the ability to fly. Given that he’d just fought sentient slime, getting such a power didn’t seem all that far-fetched a prospect.