Post by fuane on Nov 24, 2007 23:06:21 GMT
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The English warned the land had been haunted, but the French, they persisted on their search for gold, riches, and power. With a bible in hand they pressed foward, past the gaping holes in the ocean of which would usually snap a boat into two. After two monthes of travel they have arrived. Boats neatly docked, the French claimed the island of their own, but something unexpected happened... Deep within the heart of the harsh jungle arose a calm chanting, and it ge louder. The natives. It took monthes, but the French had finally defeated the tribes that inhabited the island. More ships arrived from France within a year, they had a fair working government, and even better, gold ! But disease worked faster than medicine in those days, had the tribes cursed them ? They were sure of it. All the priests in the world could not defeat this devilish spell and wipe out this horrid killing machine, and so the French fell quickly, leaving their horses free roam of the island. As breeding persued, the wild within begant to flourish, nobody would dare try and step foot onto the large island ever again. Those wild horses were sure they would own the island until to end of the world... but that is something only time will tell...