Martin's attention snaps to the source of the sound. Oh hey, that looks pretty sturdy for its age. Martin pulls himself up with a groan and goes to check out the chair. It's still in decent shape, not threatening to break into splinters when he tests it, so... he sits down, and lets out a content sigh. "All I need now's a cup of tea and a book," he jokes. "Could probably sit here for hours. I wonder why no one's repurposed this place? ...Well. I guess that'd be the ghost, wouldn't it? But it's a haunted island, so."

For a while, he just... sits and rocks. Drinking in the lonely atmosphere and the silence. But eventually, he pats the arm of the chair and makes a move to rise. "Let's see about a back door, shall we? Not gonna get me climbing through windows if I don't have to."