Huh?

"Sylvia?" Sure enough, it was Sylvia from Fred's elementary Latin class. Fred's knuckles hurt just thinking about it. Back then Sylvia was an unattractive, slobbering goob who piddled with plants and animals. But, what was she doing here?

"Oh, Fred, I had the biggest crush on you when we were kids. I can't believe you found me."

"Sylvia? How long have you been here?"

"I don't know. Three, four, years?"

"But you look like you're not starving. And where are your clothes?"

"Well, I have a slight problem. They took my clothes when they tied me up here. Probably dumped them with my jewelry in the ocean. I had a "youth" spell cast before I got here. It is a good thing you got here because it is definitely starting to wear off. So, what are you doing here?"

"Huh? Discovering an island. What about the dog?"

"Oh, he's my familiar. Discovering an island? This one is perfect. No one lives here. So, just untie me. Please? I'm going out of my mind, really."

1. Fred leaves her tied up.
2. Fred unties her.

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