“You shouldn’t have even been on that boat!” Dutch raises his voice just enough to express his anger, but not enough to yell. His finger is pointed firmly at your chest, his brows pinched together in a mix of frustration and concern, maybe even fear. He’s right; you weren’t supposed to be on that boat. It was meant to be a in-and-out job: grab the goods and go.

But you’ve had enough of being left behind. Although, now you’re beginning to regret it. You, your father, Micah, Javier, and Bill are stuck on some random island, with Arthur nowhere to be seen. There’s no food and your clothes are basically just shreds by now. Not to mention, the only thing there is to drink is booze.