After assessing their situation, the PCs began organizing for their overland trip. Morton was pretty sure the safest route was overland as these waters were said to be filled with nasty monsters and that a makeshift raft would have trouble sailing 200 miles over rough waters.
Mountains could be seen to the south and it was hoped that they could be reached by nightfall and a pass could be found to cross. The journey through the mosquito infested jungle started out rather uneventfully but that peace was not to last. Terror Birds, Dire Tigers, and more dinosaurs all wanted to fill their belly's with these tasty humanoids.
The road continued in utter darkness for many hours. The construction was old and had been masterfully engineered. The tunnel was still clear centuries after it had been built. A strange sensation of being watched was felt by most of the travelers. At one point Marty the sailor simply vanished without a trace. The sound as rocks falling caused the group to bolt ahead in the darkness only to return later and find the tunnel still clear.
At long last the group reach a chamber. On a throne was a ribcage being supported only by an old long spear which had pierced it. There was also an old fountain filled with stagnant water. The PCs explored the complex, dealing with Shadows, Puddings, and stuck and sealed doors. Eventually Kaeless found a tiny passageway which lead outside. With that knowledge they unsealed the water doors and ventured out into the open air again. The PCs made camp here before continuing along the road that was now cut into the mountains.
After five days of traveling the road he PCs finally reached the point where it descended into the island's interior and should reach the Great Wall in 2 or 3 days, beyond which most of the island's native's lived. A clear blue lake could be seen in the distance as the PCs made camp one last time before entering the fog enshrouded jungle.
Current Survivors at this point:
Tavey, the cabin boy
Barth the Sailor
Mango the Sailor