You arrived at Castle Rock out of breath and suffocated from blood and clay that masked both your body and your mind. Your spear was milked in gore despite nothing in your other hand - you had returned empty handed. Something you feared greatly , not wanting to deal with Jack Merridew or his right hand Roger.

A loud , deep voice spoke upon your arrival , the British accent a more feral sounding snarl than the last time you heard it.

“ Halt. Who goes there? “

It was Roger. You could tell as the short boy sat atop the large boulder that blocked the cave out from the rest of the island. The boy sat , oddly pampered from before you departed. Perhaps he actually saw water today.

“ Empty handed , eh? I’m sure chief would love to hear this story. “

Roger giggled , the sadist wanting nothing more then to see his chief beat someone’s teeth in once more. And maybe you made funny noises like Wilfred did , it would be a surprise he couldn’t wait to see.