SETTINGGGGG

Exactly what happened is unclear to just about all of you. The only thing you know is that you're all stranded on a small rocky island in the middle of a dark sea, reflecting the myriad of lit stars better than any mirror ever could.
Beneath the surface you think you can see shapes of beings long forgotten, circling the island, biding their time.

It takes you about five minutes to walk around the island, it's really not that big. There's a small pile of hay and blankets in the middle of it, probably meant for you all to sleep in. If you are able to sleep, that is. The whole island has a strange air to it, what with the night being seemingly eternal and the breeze carrying whispers in languages you can't quite understand, but they terrify you nonetheless. As if though some part of you once knew the words and cannot seem to quite forget them.
A soft smell that reminds you of your childhood lingers in the air. If you would describe it to one of the others they would not understand it for their childhood smells differently from yours. Or does it? Will you ever find out?
Perhaps.

Wait, what's that? A cave entrance you didn't notice until now can be seen in the corner of your eye. You turn around to face it, standing eye to eye with Thistle.