An unfortunate life

[Tlilecuahtli]

The sound of hammering stomps cracked the earth and made trees shudder, the birds that nested rose into a flock and departed the pined conifer, drawn by unease by the trumpeting stampede that had so suddenly shaken them awake. It was far from unusual on Daijuu Island, but the sound was unlike most, not the rhythm of one step two step. No, it was the sound of a cacophony in a miss-matched disorder trying to build rhythm and time in their hunger ridden steps.

It was merely a hide, of some great and terrible beast long since deceased, a dozen folds taller than any of the remaining crew. It was propped with sticks, tied together with vine and a helping of Wind Dial's to inflate the tanned hide. It was free from the gunk of death, the smell that had permeated long since gone as all that remained beneath the scaly skin had become rotted to the bone. It had become their hiding hole of sorts, while a town, city some dug out a hole or even a single latrine would've served them far better, they were stuck without a ship and without an option to their names. Not to mention no food, a stagnant pool of water and thirst madness was all they could really manage to bring to the table.

It was beneath this formidable beast that they preyed upon the weaker, creatures with maws larger than houses and fangs that ran with venomous ichor. Of course, these weaker creatures were also dead and that was primarily what made them weaker than these puppeteers. But they were hunters, and enough of a human to know one thing. That given enough time anything dies. And that was their plan, not through sheer blunt force, but through time. Time and patience, they chased and chased, some smaller creature that was still capable of mauling Tlilecuauhtli and the rest of his crew through the course of an hour, but they had far longer, it took them days, their gullets swelled with hunger, their eyes drained of life and their tongue could barely muster the strength to lick lips at the smell of soon readied food. Two of the outlooks poked through the eye holes, as they watched the beast stumble and moan, drained of life as a few rocks were enough to twist its toes, knock it over with a thud as a cloud of dust
rolled up, legs shook and arms dragging itself along. "Flatline, Aguila the thing has flatlined!" One of the eyes yelled, through exacerbated breath, but through a stampeded of movement, feet shifting dirt as the beast of burden rolled up and over the dead carcass of a creature, falling with a heavy-handed crack as the poles that kept it slumped up were dug into the ground, men scurrying like ants outside of the safe zone as twigs and branches all around were snatched up.

The disorder was in a way, tantamount to order, the way they scurried with purpose and desire, the way their eyes shed their crystalised gaze and swapped with a murky wash of life that barely held the life that the flint and steel had made as those left inside were forced and dropped on the hardest part. Ending it all, the way the creature squirmed with exhaustion was no diffrent to how they were a few days ago, but now it was it or them, and they were never the charitable sort. So with a raise of hthier weapons they started to hack into the flesh and hide, off came its head, its eyes and guts spilling out onto the dirt as the fresh meat was dragged around the prepared fire pit, those few slimmer's of flame ignited hope as they settled down, their bellies close to unity in a grumble and bemoaned whinge as smoke rose, piling up at the top of the beast and clouding through otherwise infernal burnt eyes as the carcass finally took its respected rest. They had set up camp for the first time since their arrival, but smoke billowed from the carcass and while the predators may ignore it, if any man had set foot on the island, than no doubt an attraction to fellow life may very well draw in either a hunter, or to be hunted.

[viruswithshoes]

The great beast cautiously sniffed out it's prey even through melange of scents that permeated that particular forest region. Excrement, the lingering smell of other wild animals, nothing distracted the hunter with the matted brown fur and insatiable hunger.

The man hiding in the foliage observing the animal observing his prey almost felt a kinship to the beady-eyed predator, but dared not let the entire day spent waiting for it to strike go to waste. Cunning hunters such as the beast in his sights knew to be wary, even when its' quarry was within one single pounce. It wiggled its' nose at Massive's bait and for a moment Massive thought it sensed the trap. Sweat began to trickle down Massive's head, stinging his eyes, yet he dare not move until he could get out of range of the animal's mighty teeth and claws.

The CP9 agent readied his leg to kick a flying slash at the animal that dwarfed him in size but wondered if he was cheapening the martial arts the World Government had taught him, then reckoned with those huge teeth that could bite him in half and the flying slash was unleashed upon hulking animal with the floppy ears.

A small bit of the rabbit's behind was cut which caused it to run away with a healthy fear of Massive Cabello's garden.
"Good riddance, you lousy lagomorph."

Under normal circumstances rabbits other various creatures were free to eat from the gardens that the dwarf CP9 agent set up on various islands where he had the time to cultivate but he'd seen rabbits before and, fearsome as they may be to a man of five inches of height were not the fauna he was looking for.

He'd heard of Daiju Island and it's oversized animals and longed to see them for himself. There were wonders to see on the island and the furry tailed dwarf intended to see every one.

[Tlilecuahtli]

Food had been divided, in dozens of ways for a beast of its stature, hunger still rumbled like the trampling feet of each creature that brisked across the land in unknown tirades of noise. That small food that was split between them looked like the sort of meat a kind would consume. or was that the hunger causing hallucinations? They had come across a rotted piece of meat earlier and could have sworn it was takeaway, though few saw the hunger and new better. Much to the chagrin of the rest involved.

But where were their manners, they had bedded down for once, days of sleep deprivation had driven them mad, and the meat between them made their bloated bellies fill with strange weight as they dropped, even sand and dirt felt like a South Bird Feathered Mattress. But with tire came a new day, the moon had risen high above the horizon, then vanished deep below once more as the sun glinted and gleamed through the sockets of the beast's eyes. Many awoken at the sound of beasts rumbling and groaning. Few had fallen into an eternal slumber, that final breath of joy enough to let them sleep peacefully as Death had whisked them away.

But rest was for the weak, and those who were weak had made that much clear. With them out of the way, the strong of the day survived, propped up the limbs, got into place and began the move. It was harder, it always got harder with each day and sooner or later they would need to pull the weight of their fallen, but with a stumble, a crash and a weary rise they began their trample, that same discord of noise and chaos still ever present, a perfect fit for a cheap background sound effect in some crappy Kaiju Monster flick.

But they couldn't focus on where their careers might go if they made it out of this hell hole alive, they began their stampede and their riot as they charged. It went for hours, but whatever prey had been left, or at least, around them had scurried causing an onslaught of motion. An accidental motion of speed and turmoil as they rode far too close to a small Dwarf and his Cabbage Patch, no doubt sensing something rather disturbing with the way the noise seemed to roll.

[viruswithshoes]

That's dumb, Massive, Bats had told him. Apparently, giant carnivorous beasts could not be lured in with vegetables and fruits, but the red-haired dwarf had just gained proof that even meat-eating monsters would eat giant vegetables.

Freshly harvested strawberries rested in a handmade basket, each the size of a large human's fist along with onions and potatoes that could break a human's leg, or crush a dwarf, if they rolled over.

A breeze blew through the oddly located garden, which Massive hoped would entice any large monsters his way. When he heard a rumbling in the forest the monster-watching CP-9 agent's heart began to beat faster and started to imagine what was headed his way. Sword-like fangs, scales like a reptile and feathers like a peacock, maybe a beaver tail, the world had a lot of strange to offer the eager gardener.

Massive rushed out to meet the rumbling noises. Where the prey animals ran away, the five-inch dwarf ran toward. He'd seen circular rainbows, various devil-fruit users, fish-people of all kinds and each time the little man's cynicism dissipated and the beautiful world beneath the surface emerged and filled him with awe.

Tiny footsteps and a small heart belied the gulf of enthusiasm Massive tried to contain on the way to what he was certain was a rare and wonderful monster. Something large and imposing and odd, something to make the weeks he took off worthwhile.

The monster Massive beheld was beyond magnificent. No camera was readied, the orange-eyed dwarf never took them. These wonders were for him alone and photographs only served to cheapen them.
It's stench was unbelievably foul and the scales lacked luster and when the little Tontatta tribesman jumped upon a small branch to look into it's eyes he only saw big humans. His heart sank at the idea that people once again took something beautiful and turned it into a commodity. In this case, shelter.
He vowed that any left alive would find their next shelter in Impel Down.
"You've done it now, you putrid poachers. For the sake of justice I hope you are reincarnated into animals."

Extreme justice awaited those who dared get his hopes up and destroy something wonderful. In a burst of speed, the tiny tribesman ran along the decomposing carcass and jumped upon it's back. He observed through the holes in the rotting skin how many big people there were.

All it took to bring one to his knees was two dropped needles along a tiny amount of electricity. There was a small crackle sound and one poacher was felled. He didn't expect the others to fall so easily, but that one man had used up the last bit of Massive's mercy.

[Tlilecuahtli]

What was that smell? It was far from the branches of carrion that festered the land, though it was far from the smell of leftover hardtack that had grown hard and cold over days of exposure. No, it was fruit, some of the crew's scurvy-ridden gums cracked as smiles were given between the crew and their stagnant beating of left, right, pause, recalibrate, left, right had grown to a clamouring choir. They may have only just eaten the day before, but what food that was passed was like trying to feed five thousand people with a couple loaves of stale bread and rotten fish. It was considered impossible, lest Magic or Devil Fruit's came into play and neither intervened that time.

With their trampling speed, one of the Eye Men noticed a small hairy rat. WHich really wasn't considered strange considering the things tended not to be stark naked. But something was off about this very specific one. Was it the hair? Most rodents weren't red. Or had a full head of hair. Or human facial features and a black suit. As time drifted on an eye began to realize that a Rodent didn't fit this thing, it was something of a legend, not the sort of Sea Kings, but a legend none the less. As an eye turned to inform the rest of the crew a striking silence hit the crew as propped up slabs of timber fell the design of the creature flattening out as the crew watched as someone fell in anguished pain, his limbs and body moving with exacerbated horror as Tlilecuahtli raised a shield, about to jump to the body before seeing the hanging needles and the tiny red horror watching above. "Right. New plan." He rose a finger, an unusual sense of calm running over the vagabond group. Three seconds passed as he slowly shifted his position before breaking out into a sprint, a sense of panic rushed the group as few stayed to see how things played out, 

He demanded, it didn't take much for fear to set in, hell given their string of bad luck could anyone really blame them? They didn't stick together, in a panic they broke off in every which direction in three groups, Tlilecuahtli following the middle group as they ran to the brush. Of course, that didn't mean they were to starve, grabbing what they could without halting they at least had enough for a half-way decent snack, while the other two groups darted in opposite directions, one to the beach, and the other deeper into Daijuu Island's interior. As he ran, he made a strange custom, the back of his blade banged and rang along his shield, as if calling the tiny brute to follow him and those few that followed him, deeper into the forest. Though running over his fruits might have had some hand in all that.

[viruswithshoes]

In three groups, they split, like some awful hydra...not not the noble mythical beast, but something worse, big humans. The terrible tripartite and their grossly elongated limbs fled Massive the dwarf but could not outpace him. The CP9 Agent had run down many a bad big human in his time. The first three fell comically, like screaming dominoes to one rankyaku. The sharp burst of air pressure cut one man's tendons behind the knee and brought down two near him while stuggling on the way down.
It was a pitiful sight for a moment, but the red-haired little operative reminded himself not to pity enemies. It only took a few pin pricks to knock them out. No electricity required.

The group containing the man noisily beating his sword and traipsing through his garden worse than any rabbit or mole was next. Massive jumped from tree to tree with dwarf strength and righteous fury. Had their hearts not been beating in a deafening drumbeat, some of the fleeing men would have heard small cracks from the trees where Massive jumped.

The acupuncturist's Three Yin Intersection technique took out the legs of one man who only noticed a flash of brilliant red hair before the feeling was taken from them. That man's head was then used as a springboard for the lilliputian avenger of animals and farmland to pounce onto the head of his next target.

The mere impact of the dwarf onto the skull of the man directly behind Tlilecuahtli was enough to dispose of the poacher trash. A few remained but the tiny man in the black suit was transfixed by the feathery wonders that laid before his eyes.
"Wings? That's so neat! Are you a Sky Person or some sort of chicken man?"

Smiling and wide-eyed in wonder, Massive still intended on knocking the evil out of the poacher and leave the rest for the animals to eat.

[Tlilecuahtli]

Some people argued that fear was subjective. Well, this night, it had been learnt that fear was never so wild. It was physical. It was mean, and it was smaller than a Khali.

That's right, it was a tiny dwarven thing, with tiny little arms that couldn't measure larger than a Shrimp's leg. Its head was nothing more than a mat of blazing fire that only roared when in a high-speed pursuit and who could forget the face. Well, the eyes appear as in a single minuscule glimpse that Aguila caught, was nothing more than a blurred mess as it snapped underneath its mighty step as 
Tlilecuahtli did nothing more than drip tears of terror all the while beating his shield like some wild man of the jungle in some sick no doubt cannibalistic ritual.

In his tears, sweat and several cuts that rained blood from his legs from the severing underbrush, he caught a few choice words, off coloured comments about him either being a Skypeian or a Chicken Fellow

Apparently, his shirt had torn and drips of blood rolled along the otherwise white of his feathers as he responded through muffled words, "Yes, dear god yes..." He cried and moaned as in maddened desperation he crossed out from the Dwarves path of doom and gloom, cutting to the side of a tree as he braced his arm, muscles tensing and a shallow breath between the muddled hollow screams of his own internal mind as in a single swift motion, the minute that tiny fury came darting around he screamed a slur of inexplicable words that were muddled in fear and confusion.

But the impact was there, in the mist of words the meaning became clear as his body was pulled backwards, limbs elongated as a sheer wave of force bellowed and roared, trees cracking as all the pent-up energy of his clamourous weapon built up, releasing in a single violent shockwave as his muscles contracted, his body collapsing. Normally this sort of thing was a stroll, well, less a stroll and more of a painful thud racking his whole body. But that was on a day when his stomach was full, his limbs and joints weren't wrecked with tire and as the impact was released falling on his knees with heated breaths.

"You..." He mumbled, behind those eyes death lurked. He didn't move, every breath was a tiresome chore as his lungs heaved oxygen, dirt and other refuse that had been upturned into the air were sucked into his body. He simply looked down no more tears, just blood dripping from open wounds. He didn't even know if the thing was still alive. All he could do was moan heavy breaths.

[viruswithshoes]

A long, frustrated sigh emerged from a tiny mouth and smaller, gritted teeth. In a vain attempt to compose himself Massive adjusted his thin, black tie and rotated the cuff links at his wrists in the shape of the symbol of his government.
"And I thought rabbits were bad. Not only did you trod on my garden with your weird, gargantuan feet but you killed that magnificent beast," For a moment the dwarf thought he could feel his hair twitch at the thought of one of the creatures he had come to see being killed just for its' skin. Knowing big people they'd just use the skin to use as a decoration and then abandon the rest.

The winged human looked afraid which did little to ease the dwarf's anger. What did was thinking of his human mentor that trained him as an agent of CP9 and that perhaps they weren't all bad. "Are you a bad person?"

Despite years spent in a world of secrets, deception and government sponsored killings, the raid haired dwarf was still as more naive than most children. Massive thought that people were honest by nature, even if that nature was evil. He had always assumed he could trust a person's word even if their actions made them deserving of death. Few were brazen enough to answer his question and most tended to answer honestly that they were, in fact, enemies of his beloved government which in turn marked them for death.
Lies simply did not exist in Massive's universe.

[Tlilecuahtli]

What had happened? He had bashed and worn his shield with a thousand strikes, had his hunger and partial sleep deprivation made his strikes land lax? Or had he encountered some devil of the land? It would be his luck, he had heard the tales of some Straw Helmet Pirates that had wandered through Skypeia and slain the God Enel, but he didn't think that meant everyone who walked the lower lying lands to be made up of Demi-Gods. Or did he simply stumble on one of the few and he just happened to be on this deserted island.

Either way, the diminutive stature of the man in front of him had bested him, his heavy moans wailing as tears formed and swelled. Maybe he took the wrong path in life. His friends were no doubt dead, they weren't fighters, he and his crew were nothing more than pranksters and vagabonds, yet to reach a real meaning in life. Their ship had sunk, their lives always on the edge since they arrived at this accursed island and their only saving grace was the remains of a long dead beast and it seemed that had caused their final demise.

It seemed things had stayed in this things mind. He had somehow thought they managed to kill the beast. Tears rolled and sunk, dampening the floor at his feet as blood trickled down freshly opened wounds along Aguila's body. He looked over himself with glazed eyes than back to the Dwarf. Had the man even looked at the body? The wounds caused were by no mere mortal, age had wained the beast from life.

Even if caused by mortal hands did he think this motley crew of vagrants and vagabonds could ever cause such might to topple and land asunder at their feet? The man continued asking vague questions of whether they stood as righteous pillars or lowly cretins. They were a little in-between, more leaning on cretins but definitely not to the point where he might've thought.Aguila, in a pause and break of confusion, spoke softly through exacerbate breaths, "No...Were just... Hungry..." He couldn't manage another word, in a single pad of dropped life he fell, sand and dust rolling up and over him as wounds succumbed him, his pulse barely a beat and his airways starting to fester and clog with soot and dust with a single solemn cough and wheeze he slipped into the translucent grasp of unconsciousness, taking in a moment of quite in this horror show from hell.

[viruswithshoes]

Killing a group of poachers and garden stompers was noble vengeance, letting the hungry die was not...but that didn't make it less of a pain in Massive's bushy-tailed ass.

Among dwarves Massive wasn't the strongest. Even among his immediate family he was perhaps the third strongest after his two siblings Diji the professional wrestler and Yuji the fisherman. Punching red holes into humans wasn't as strenuous but Massive enjoyed it. This lack of strength, though greater than any mere human, only allowed him to carry two humans at a time stacked upon one another.

The dwarf was afraid to put the winged one on the bottom for fear of breaking off the two things that set the man apart from a lesser species.

By the sixth man Massive had to rest. They were lighter than the typical human, due to malnutrition the farmer and dwarf assumed, but carrying them was still a burden. Starting with the winged man that had collapsed the acupuncturist placed needles in the correct areas to speed up the the healing process.
"Meeting of yang"

There was no real intend to kill, the dwarf was simply in a sour mood. Weeks spent on an island known for its' monsters and not a one was spotted...not a living one.

While the guests in his home healed the kindly dwarf peeled oranges and apples then placed them in a bowl. Sliced tomatoes and mozzarella cheese brought from the ship docked on the other side of the island came together with some olive oil of Massive's own making

Soup was made out of the large pumpkin, tomatoes, basil, garlic, carrots and whatever else he could find. He felt an obligation to feed them but not one to put in a lot of effort.

Oranges the size of bowling balls shared bows with apples nearly the same size along with the soup he had prepared for his punctured guests.
Massive himself gave himself a break by taking a piece of mozzarella cheese and a tomato before building up the static electricity in his hair and shocking the winged man he was healing awake.

[Tlilecuahtli]

A stream of electricity convulsed and contracted his muscles, his eyes boggled and widen as once still oceans of blue moved like a rapid whirlpool and quaked to life the stilled pools. His hair split and stood on end, his breath came in heaving gasps through his mouth remained crisp and dry.

The convulsions of muscles ceased quickly enough, his head dizzy as he looked back and forth, a weak smile parting as he spoke through broken breaths, "I'm... Alive.... Or dead?" He tried to pull himself up, the crunching and consumption of food gnawed on by what he imagined to be hungry rats as his smile intensified, a soft moan as he looked around with some hope in his eyes. He must have been dead. Hell never looked this good. UNtil, he caught a glimpse of the bite-sized strangler, the tiny terror, the red-headed rat. The... Midget maybe? He wasn't too sure, he just knew he feared him.

He fell back down if he could expend the energy he might've cried, the needles penetrated and jabbed in his back from what he was sure was some form of witchcraft. Maybe he was to be turned into those gnawing rats that his crew had become. Nothing more than mere vestiges hell-bent on all-out consumption.

"God... So I am still stuck in hell...." He collapsed right proper, closing his eyes as he looked to the terrorising terror midget. His eyes were strained and red as tears tried to roll, "Why? Why won't you just kill me? Let me leave this stupid place..." He tried to muster the strength to grab the man but didn't maybe he could get a mercy killing, his crew might be long and zombified, but maybe he could get off lucky. "Everythings terrible. Nothing is great. You win, I'm broken Enel. God. Whoever the hell it is." He looked with a longing look, he didn't want to be tortured, he just wanted to be euthanised like some old dog ready for its last bone. "Please, have mercy and just finish the job..." He bemoaned, head falling back down as his red strained eyes were relived with the single drop of water his body could muster to waste.

[viruswithshoes]

Guilt, Massive was taught, was for the guilty. Those who did the right thing never suffered from it. Given how badly he felt at the fear and pain displayed by the Skypien Massive was clearly guilty.

For the most part the little CP9 agent lived in a world of binary morality. He destroyed evil and anyone who got in his way was hampering justice. This was different, as the dwarf was on vacation and not currently destroying evil, just sight-seeing.

As if trying to calm a wounded animal, an animal he had himself wounded, Massive slid a bowl of soup to the frightened man with the wings and bowed his head while still keeping an eye on Tlilecuahtli. Wounded little giants were even more unpredictable than wounded animals.
"About hurting you and your friends...sorry? But on the other hand you were in a dangerous place with dangerous animals and you little giants are always doing bad things in places like that so just assumed the worst...which I guess I shouldn't have done. Sorry."

The acupuncturist dwarf pulled the final needle from his patient's arm for the blood and chi to start flowing through the Skypien's body again, speeding the healing process.
He then pushed the soup even closer to former pin cushion.
"How did you get here, anyway? Did you fall down from the clouds? And why are you here?"

[Tlilecuahtli]

His face twisted with cringe, the pain of the needles escaping his body but the way the Dwarf responded, it seemed he truly didn't understand what had happened. Mere injury was the grossest understatement he had heard on this island, and this was coning from a man whose crew complained of hunger when exhaustion was the real culprit.

"Hurt.... You split us up.... there probably all dead...." He pulled himself up, wiping the tears before looking at the pint sized terror, "We know there dangerous. We're stuck here. You think we want to stay here? Watching our friends die from starvation? We are so ill equipped we hid in some giant's carcass." He looked as if he was perturbed, did the Dwarf not put two and two together, and Giant's bring bad things. Maybe it his size disillusioned him to a key fact, but on this island they were the second smallest creatures, by a few magnitudes of the dwarf, but there were many, many more magnitudes of difference between them and the Monster's that had claimed this land as their own.

Finally, the question was asked, the first thing that should have been asked really. It differentiated the Poachers from the Stranded, the Hunters from the Hunted and whatever other witty analogy could be made. "We were kicked from Sky Island.  Fairly... We... well we weren't liked so we were tossed like the useless scum we were. They gave us a ship, no food, no water." He sighed, he was slowly coming to terms with his friends deaths, looking back on it they weer all a group of bastards, tormenting the White Beret's, stealing from stores and any other petty crimes they could get away with, they were lucky to have been tolerated as long as they were. "So we strode the seas for a short stint than.... Well a Sea King attacked." He was going to let the Dwarf put the pieces together, but since he seemed to have a knack for incorrect conclusions fit the pieces together himself, "Than we were tossed here, ship crashed and most of us died in the first couple hours till we found that carcass." He sighed,t he rest of the crew responded for once, solemn tones as they put food back down looking at the ground, this whole experience really opened up their eyes, playing the role of gangsters and bastards had truly backfired for the worst.

[viruswithshoes]

That's tough...but...wow, you got to see a seaking up close. That's pretty cool!"

The excited dwarf jumped upon his patient and guest's shoulder. "Living through a sea king attack is something special. In my experience when nature attacks you should count yourself lucky if you survive. If not...well, you got killed by something awesome. Win-win, in my book."

The dwarf's smile faded. It wasn't the quite the right time for optimism.
"There's plenty of food here. I'm not that great of a farmer but you guys won't starve." By most dwarf standards Massive's human-sized melons and baseball-sized grapes were paltry things. Farming was a hobby that prevented starving and nothing more as far as Massive was concerned.
"You guys are welcome to stay." He decided against adding the part where big humans might make better monster bait than his fresh fruits and vegetables.

While the little monster enthusiast hoped to attract strange, dangerous beasts to him, the CP9 agent within Massive was against letting the innocent, even if they were little giants, suffer needlessly.
"Don't worry. While you and your crew are here you are under my protection."
Massive folded his arms and waited for the usual smirk that came when he offered to defend people over ten times as tall as himself.

[Tlilecuahtli]

It wasn't really upclose, and the fact that his crew's death seemed to be ignored was... Well, he simply assumed a coping mechanism rather than complete indifference. "I mean... Yeah, I suppose its cool... I didn't know those were that rare. I thought they were all over the grand line." He responded sincerely, even from atop Sky Island he could look down and maybe see a glimmer of a Sea King swimming beneath, or the Pirates and Buccaneers that came ashore would talk of the Sea King's they encountered in their travels. Though, they too talked with as much reverence as this tiny Dwarf spoke with.

The Dwarf had a strange idea of death, it made the indifference far more understandable. He was insane. Not in the way he would scream about manic laughter, but thought dying to something cool was a worthwhile endeavour. Made sense as to why he existed on the island then, unperturbed by the death that simply wandered every corner and crack of this bastard island. But the offer was not lost, a great deal of food and a place to rest their head's for even a couple of days? There was no way his crew was to say no and Aguila wasn't proud enough to deny his body what it needed more than anything else.

Aguila gave as best a nod as he could with the man standing on his shoulder, not wanting to knock him off and anger him, "We... I speak for the crew when I say thank you. We won't stay long, we will try and get out of here as quickly as possible." He responded, a weak smile forming on his face, on the run they were destined to die a slow and horrid death, but in this environment, they might have stood a chance in building their ship.

Slowly he pulled himself up, careful to not knock over the Dwarf as he moved to the bounty of food, his crew had already laid down, rested and weary, he felt bad for intruding like this, but it was offered and the man did kill quite a number of his friends.