As they made their way back to camp, they could hear the roar growing louder and more intense. It sounded like nothing they had ever heard before.
When they reached their campsite, they found it in disarray. Their tents had been torn apart, and their supplies were scattered everywhere.
"What the hell happened here?" Mark exclaimed.
But before anyone could answer, they heard a rustling in the bushes. They quickly drew their weapons, ready for whatever was about to come at them.
But what emerged from the bushes was not what they expected. It was a group of people, dressed in ragged clothes and carrying primitive weapons.
The group stood frozen, unsure of what to do. The newcomers approached them slowly, their eyes fixed on the adventurers.
One of the newcomers spoke, in a language that the adventurers did not understand. But his tone was friendly, and he gestured towards the supplies scattered around the campsite.
It was then that Jack realized what had happened. "These people must have been searching for food," he said. "They've been stranded on this island just like us."
The group lowered their weapons, and Jack stepped forward, extending his hand in a gesture of peace.
The newcomers hesitated for a moment, but then they stepped forward and shook Jack's hand.
As the sun began to rise on the horizon, the group and the newcomers sat around the campfire, sharing stories and laughter. They knew that they had been brought together by a twist of fate, and that they would have to work together to survive on the lost island.
And so, the adventure on the lost island continued, as the group of adventurers and the stranded people forged a new community and a new life, full of excitement and unexpected surprises.
The end.
