You arrived at Castle Rock , out of breath and suffocated from blood and clay masking 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.