Today's prompt is a setting with a few people, but mostly a setting.
The crew stood on the barren rock and looked around. There was nothing there but rock as far as they eye could see. No green, no blue, no nothing, but gray rock, and even grayer sand. The only thing that broke up the landscape, other than them, was the hulk of ship that used to be theirs.
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