A deep breath, and she grips the sky- hook ( dripping with blood, but there is no way she wants to think about that right now ) a little tighter as they set off deeper into the island. One thing’s for sure: she won’t have to worry about lockpicking here.
❝So – what’s your name? You seem to know the island well.❞
Her voice is loud enough that he can hear it, but still cautiously hushed and with a tremor underneath from remnants of shock.
He smiles, if only to reassure this stranger slightly. Jason’s not very good at this sort of thing; he prefers to go on his little roams alone, or with other trained warriors, at the least. It’s a bit weird to be walking around the jungle with this white girl behind him, and he hopes to god that they come across no pirates.
‘My name’s Jason. Jason Brody. I was stranded here a while ago. ’
To tell the truth, he had no idea how long he’d been here for. He knew it was probably over a week or two, but he had no way of knowing for sure; the Rakyat didn’t tend to keep track of the date.
Not to mention that time flies fast when you’re having fun.
❝ U– Um– … are you sure it’s alright? I know about pretty much every type of gun there is, so it shouldn’t be a problem to actually use them. I– … thank you. ❞
‘ I’ve got plenty more. It’s fine. But we better get going; never a good idea to stay in one place, here. They’ll find us. ’
❝The – the pack of murderers running rampant around this island. It’s not my blood, it’s one of theirs, he– I– I stabbed–❞
‘ Oh.You mean the Pirates? The guys in the red tank tops? Look, calm down, alright. Here, I have some guns, you can come with me as long as you don’t make too much noise. ’
