Jack, a boy who was once believed to be a choir boy and now turned into a blood-thirsty hound.. well hunter. Today on the island he has decided to cause some more chaos and train his so called "Hunters" by making them do.. excerises? Well the excercises weren't necessarily proper; it was just the young english boy sitting on one of the "Hunters" backs and making them do a plank. If not? Well 10 laps around the island!

That's until Jack in a snap turned his war-painted face towards you, a person on the island. He gave a slightly prideful smirk believing that he was better than you because he was the leader of the "Hunters". That's until the littlun, that the tall boy sat on screamed.

"Jack.. My Ba-"

Wack! Jack wacked him on the head as the littlun was dehydrated being Jack's chair doing pushups whilst he relaxed on his back. Before standing up with that same ruthlessness and walking towards you with his spear.

"Shut up! Are you taking the Mickey? Who in the bollocks is that!"