Just stood up and struggled toward her ship: only to find a blackened heap of wood.
"(insert large amount of swear words here)." she said

Gandal had to find the map, especially the treasure. He crawled back onto the island and trudged his way towards where the treasure might be.

(the treasure isn't on this island)
"well that ruins my plan," Just said, "Look lively men. You will stay here and see if we can't repair the ship. the rest of us will head into the jungle, find the temple and recover the map."

In the distance, gandal could see a towering temple which cast a large shadow over the monster.

Just headed into the forest leaving the other's to catch up if they were coming. She walked to the center of the jungle. Seeing her first glance of the temple she ran to the top of a hill.

Max was currently running for his life, in an attempt to escape the ferocious flames and the suffocating smoke. He tried to go back the way he came, but alas, burnt trees with the promise of even more flames blocked his path. Deciding that it would aid in his survival, he took of his belt, and curled up into a ball until the boy was replaced by something more agile. A dog-like creature, about the size of an adult domestic cat, to be exact, with large, pointed ears, and growths that somewhat resembled bat wings that jutted out from his wrists, and a carpet of unkempt, black fur that covered pretty much everything. The creature then picked up the belt, strapped it diagonally across it's shoulder, then ran faster than ever.

Gandal felt heat curling into his skin and the distinct smell of smoke reaching his flat nose. In front of him, was the temple, guarded by imposing temples, slowly crumbling away into the tendrils of oblivion.
The sandstone temple had no entrance, so Gandal pulled out the dagger, placing it into the ground softly. Suddenly the ground shook and a crack went through the ground, reaching the structure. Bricks fell to the ground, slided and moved until there was a large entrance, leading into the gloomy depths of the temple.

Max kept on running, never turning back, till he entered a significantly cooler shelter. Taking the time to breathe, he checked his surrounding. It seemed like a big structure, although it seemed old, with piles of bricks lying around. "Guess I'll just stay here until the fire burns out", he thought to himself.

Gandal liked the darkness of the endless cavern. The blackness seeping into his soul. He let his feet take him to where he wanted to go - the map.

Seeing as there was nothing left to do but to wait (or explore, but Max really didn't feel up for it), he lay down and slept and dreamed of times past. Ok, he reminisced about times past, when he was just kept at home and wasn't allowed to go out. At the time, he thought it was because he kept on walking into walls, which did cause him quite a few injuries. Not that he didn't manage to socialize, as there was this girl who kept on visiting, and they would have a nice chat together every so often. She was also the one who taught him how to use echolocation, though how she knew about it was a mystery, as she was definetly not blind. However, one time when she came over during what she called a full moon.... Max pushed away the thought. It was just too much to think about.

The darkness of the temple consumed Gandal like a stream of power. Whispers ran to his head, thoughts, memories... Visions. He saw max.... A cave.... Broken.... Ship... The... Treasure... Map... Marluxia and Just.. Gandal put a hand to his head, screaming out in agony. He dropped to his knees, clasping his head as a memories faded into his conscience... A large wave, rushing for this island.

Max heard a scream, many meters away. who was that? what just happened? He unsheathes his claws, and proceeds deeper into the structure, on the lookout for whatever dangers may be lurking in the unseen shadows.

Gandal felt as if flames were curdling his bones. His blood boiled and his head pulsed, his face going red. Images flashed past his eyes as he struggled to his feet until a vision of a sword slicing through his chest sent him back to the ground. 'Help...' He groaned.

Max came across a figure hunched on the ground, in some sort of pain. He approached the figure, when he reconized him as the man who tried to kill him. In response, he hissed at him while backing away slowly, while trying to detect whoever caused this to happen.
Despite this, there was an injured man on the floor writhing in pain, and Max knew that the right thing to do was to help him, no matter who he was or what he did. He reculantly pulled out some poppy seeds from his purse, a natural painkiller, just like the girl told him, and clumsily pushed them into the man's mouth, then proceeding to run away for his life until he was like 20 meters away from him and huddling in a small crevice made from the absence of a brick

Gandal felt the visions slow, except he could still the... Crashing of... The waves...he got to his feet, max... He grabbed his sword from his sheath... Max.... He saw his feet sticking from a crevice... Max... 'Well...' Gandal said, his words a soft mumble.
Vandal's nose was red and blood spewed from his ears... Max..

Demon character:

Veron the protector of temple,had been awoken from the footsteps of a mortal moving within the temple.He did not need a map to find his way to cut them off,he then pressed the wall to active the traps.He then started to walk in the direction of the mortals,each step got him closer to the combat he could feel his blood lust.The idea of a fight was something he needed to re active his skills.

Gandal turned away from Maxwell, muttering a string of curses as the temple started shaking briefly. Gandal moved away from max and back into the deep tunnels of the temple. Another set of footsteps were now visible to his ears therefore he sheathed his sword.
Thoughts rushed into his head... someone else... Is here...

He opened his eyes cautiously, looking up and seeing a green smoke around him, "What,what happened to me, I thought I was dead".
"Don't worry, child, you'll be alright, I am putting a resurrection spell on you." "I found you dead on the ground, while I was doing my errands." "Okay your fully alive now, there is still a wound where you were killed but you'll live." Nemo groaned while lifting himself up from the floor and left the woman's cave and walked luminously away from it.

"I wonder" said a voice, "why I convinced that old hag to heal you. You don't seem worthy enough. I mean all you did was walk away, no thanks or anything, but if you are the chosen one, so be it. I shall accompany you, and guide you and your fate"

What the?? are you even in this roleplay??

"this one is crazy, what is this roleplay you speak of crazy man" "How you are you the chosen one?"asked the voice

He ignored the voice and continued to walk to a ship.

Suddenly nemo found an arrow through his leg.
"Don't you dare walk away from me" said the voice stepping out from the shadows, and revealing himself

He scratched his head as he thought heard something really important.