From: SCOTT STEEL         
To: ALL                 
Subject: Kyara Tokyo    
Date & Time: 04/07/91 20:05:51
Message Number 14747

   "Aaahh, I'm bushed," she says to herself as she drags her little 
lifeboat on shore.  Checking a map she guesses that she's somewhere near
Florida, or at least, what used to be Florida. 
  
  Kyara thinks back to the journey that brought her to this island. 
I'll be traveling for what seems like years.  After our ship got 
atttacked I managed to escape with three others in a lifeboat.  God, I 
hated to see them die one by one.  I guess it's because of my training 
that I've lasted this long.  I just hope I can find some civilization. 
I've been rowing this damned boat for days now.  Fortunately, I've still
got some food left from the hunting that I did at that last islnad.  
God, those savages where disgusting.  I just barely escaped with my 
life.  (she breathes a sign of relief)  I've been traveling and 
traveling looking for civilized people and all I've run into is 
cannibals and savages or even worse dense tropical jungles with no 
real means by which I could support myself safely and effectively.  
I just hope I can find something here.  
  
  She makes camp and quickly cooks her last meal.  "God, I'm sick of 
this damn snake meat.  And if I have to eat one more fish, I going to 
throw up."   She starts to pack her things into her backpack:  knife, 
clothes (one outfit left, besides her ninja clothes), canteen, matches, 
and other assorted items.   After her food gets done cooking she eats it
hungrily but begrudgingly.  "This is really getting old," she complains
to herself.   
  
   After lunch, she starts her daily mediation. 
  
   When she is finished she drags to boat into a little group of trees 
and camouflages it and best she can.  She grabs up her pack and her 
katana and heads west.  (She landed on the east side of island.)  
  
   After about an hour or two she finds a gray path.  "Finally, a real
path, that looks like it's been travele by humans and morphs.