Lying on his back and in a pool of his own blood, Drake stares up at the battered ceiling of a now-ruined Onigashima. He spends the time weighing his current options (and lack thereof): the Beast Pirates were defeated, the alliance is over, not that they trusted him anyway, and he has no contact with SWORD.

But before he has the chance to figure any of that out, he hears a creak on the floorboards. His body grows tense even through its fatigue. Taking a ragged breath, he narrows his eyes towards the door and swallows the blood in his mouth to speak up. "What do you want?" He rasps, neck craning to look at you.