Yu found the bootprints and telltale groove in the sand on his morning walk along the beach. He fished into his robes and pulled out a spyglass to confirm his fears.
There was a tall ship on the horizon, sails billowing in the wind. They had pirates again.
He pulled out a whistle and piped out a sharp, distinct call to alert the other islanders. Then he turned inland and followed the trail up towards the mountain. Not for the first time, he considered blowing up that damn rock.
But then Skull Island might not get any visitors at all.

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