Stranded...

[Chains]

"That stinks." I say

[The Past]

"I wonder if my pocket knife is still where I dropped it," Geoff said. "I was hoping I'd get a chance to find it, but we're days away from there now..."

[Farewell]

Zaida was busy storing the food and setting down some pelts in the temple to rest for the night.

[Chains]

"Yeah, that would take days to get back there. crazy island this is." I say.

[The Past]

Geoff's memory of that moment flashed back.

Geoff charged at a tribal coming toward him and thrust the knife into his gut.

The croc ran and threw the stabbed furry aside, he then grabbed Geoff slamming a knee in return...

Geoff roared in pain as he dropped to the ground, panting and horrified.

Geoff had no energy left to move. He eyed his bloodied knife laying on the ground out of reach.
"M-my knife..." he croaked, clenching the fingers of his right hand.

He sat huddled and stared grimly at the ground. If he was properly nourished before then, he could have had just enough energy to help Chains fight off the tribesmen and avoid the total nightmare that happened later on. Perhaps that wouldn't have been enough to save them, but he still felt it was his fault...

He shuddered as the memories of the cannibals and Rolo came flooding in and tried to block them out...

[Chains]

I saw something was on Geoffs mind
"Hey, what wrong?" I asked concerned.

[The Past]

Geoff rested his face in his hands and shook his head.

[Chains]

"Hey, you can tell me." I say putting a friendly hand on his shoulder.

[The Past]

He really didn't want to talk about it.

"God, just..."
Geoff huffed. "Th-that bull with the lion and... all that noise. I-I-I'm-I'm sorry..."

[Chains]

"What are you sorry for?" I asked confused. You didn't do anything wrong.

[Angder]

Fout returns with a new spearhead for Geoff. his hands look a little bloody.

"Attach this to the spear... it will be good as new."

[Chains]

I notice fout's bloody had.
"What happened to your hand?"I ask.

[Farewell]

Zaida now done rested under the temple murring loudly in her sleep, possibly having a good dream

[Angder]

I lacked the proper tools... "Fout stated. "Making the spear kinda hurt..."

[Chains]

"Here," I say pulling a leaf strand I had extra from making my hat. I hand it to fout.