David's POV
"Alright…"
I looked around.
Black rocks.Noted!
Sharp ridges.
Steam hissing out of cracks…luckily no lava…yet! Looked like the island had some anger issues.
"…great," I muttered, wiping blood off my lip.There was something about this island that looked very made-up. Artificial. I had immediately noticed but I couldn't exactly tell!
I glanced down at the compass.
It was dead by now. No ticking.No pulling.Nothing.
"Yeah, fantastic. You pick now to quit on me."
I shook it.
Nothing.
"Useless piece of—"
I paused.Because even though it had stopped—I noticed the direction.
The pull.It wasn't forward.It wasn't across the sea.It was—
"…down?" I frowned.
I looked at the ground beneath my feet.
Then back at the compass.
Then back at the ground again.
"You've got to be kidding me."
I let out a short, disbelieving laugh.
"Of course. Of course! The boy is underground. Why wouldn't he be underground?Is he…dead?!"
