The Rare Purple Elephant pt. 9

Rebbo shivered with anticipation.
He and the captain stepped onto the shore, which felt somehow finer, more natural, even through their boots.
Rebbo gazed around, remembering his camera. He snapped off a photo for whatever he might need it for. He wouldn't need it, the orange shrubbery and the strange, yet natural looking, trees would stay in his mind forever.
The beach was normal looking, and wound it's way around the island. The caps of the mountains were pure white, the bottoms a nice, organic brown.
Looking carefully, he could see a lagoon in the distance. This would be a great adventure to explore.

at the edge of the forest, the captain asked if he could go back to the ship to get the crew and some supplies, and Rebbo agreed. The captain walked back across the beach, and Rebbo towards the forest, which, if he looked closely, was also a jungle.
Strange and exotic noises rumbled from within, and Rebbo again shivered with anticipation.
So, unknowing that he was the first human to do so for many, many years, Rebbo passed into the jungle.