The New World
The Saint Denis Bank robbery went horribly.
Somebody ratted to the Pinkertons,
and Hosea and Lenny died because of it.
I don’t know what happened to the rest of the gang,
but me, Dutch, Javier, Bill, and Micah got to a giant ship.
The freight ship sailed out into the Caribbean,
when a storm hit in the middle of the night.
It was utter chaos and I could barely wrap my head around everything.
Everything around me was falling and I moved quickly in a panic.
I couldn’t find the others,
but somewhere near the ocean below, I heard them call my name.
As the conditions of the ship worsened,
I jumped off into the water below as debris fell around me.
Later I awoke on a beach,
with the hot sun beaming down upon me.
I hope the others survived the storm.
This place looks desolate.
I haven’t seen anybody as I’ve walked for the past two hours.
All around me I’m encompassed by trees,
slowly getting thicker the more I walk.
Did the others survive?
Am I alone here?
Where am I?