Leon hunched over the railing of the ship, his eyes following the moon's reflection casted in the water. He'd been on watch for hours now, checked his gun about a thousand times, and paced back and forth the deck another thousand times.

He should be out right now, searching, he thought, instead of sitting around and acting as a servant of sorts for the crew of the ship. He hated them, hating the mission even more. He was ready for a long, nice vacation after this