For an island that was in chaos and a full scale war, it was pretty. There were not strings of black smoke snaking down to outposts, nor were there any random bouts of gunfire, but just a tranquil jungle. I checked my tablet, and found that the radio towers were all still deactivated, and that Anamaki was just north of my position. I gazed on last time at the plane that brought me here, now well on its way to the next small airport, and began searching for an abandoned car.
The jungle engulfed me as soon as I made my way up the beach and I let all my senses come back to me. They too had also taken affect to my abandonment but needless to say, they were still here. Citra is true to her word, I will give her that, the best way to describe how I felt was, well, un-warrior like. My tatau had been stripped from me in my final LSD trip on this island, and in the words of Citra, everything I had worked for had been lost. My general directions had been lost after about 50 feet into the jungle, not to mention how exposed I felt every time I had to check my tablet, I would have to say that if I hadn't heard the snap of the branch behind me, I would have ran into the man in front of me.
The man was clearly Rakyat, tribal tataus lined his arms and face, and he had the highly familiar dangerous look to him. He had thick dark hair running down to his shoulders, with a high muscular build. He was born on this island, this you could tell because, really, where else do you find someone so powerful and yet so quite. To bad for him, his friend was not so quite. I could hear the swooshing of whatever his friend was holding through the air and I barley had enough time to duck down, feeling the object skim past my hair. I rolled back as the man previously in front of me began trying to stomp me down, and his friend, now in clear view, trying to slice down at me with his machete. This time I was not so lucky. As I rolled to the left, the machete came crashing down on my forearm, leaving a gash, and the blood began its ascent to my skin. I reached behind me to pull out my m1911, silenced of course. If there is one thing I learned on this island, it's never leave home without a silencer. It only took me two shots to drop them both, the recoil and the jerk of their heads almost a deadly sweet unison, and if didn't know that the pink mist coming out the back of their heads was blood, I would almost call this encounter beautiful. The silencer kept from attracting attention of what I can only assume is the rest of their squad, and I used the time to loot their bodies. I managed to pick up a small carrying sack, ammo, and the machete. Knowing the Rakyat, there was bound to be a jeep near by, so I set off again into the jungle.
My arm kept burning, no doubt from the cut, I knew I needed to find some bandage soon, but for now my shirt will have to suffice. I wrapped it around my arm while I walked, and I soon came to a clearing, a dirt road, both sides were lined by trees, and just on the other side I found a jeep, most likely the one that took body 1 and body 1 (that's just what I am going to refer the two in the jungle now) and it only took me a few seconds to find the keys. For an island full of pirates they really are careless about their cars. Just saying. I turned the key over and it only took the engine a few seconds to purr to life, my hands instinctively reached for the gear shift, setting the car into drive, and slowly I pushed down on the accelerator.
Rook Island still seemed the same from the inside. The roads were always unpopulated, besides a few cars here and there, and the shadows of the trees cast down on the jungle floor, but something about the mood of the island seemed different. In the seven months I had been gone, the island seemed pretty hostile, even towards me. Like the two Rakyat I left back in the jungle. For a peaceful tribe, they seemed pretty pissed. I mean, I am their warrior, even if I killed Citra you would think they would be hesitant, right? My thoughts were interrupted by my cell phone going off. It was Lisa. Probably checking on me, I guess it is too bad that the cell service at the convention was cut off to "promote active listening" so I let it go to voicemail. After a few minutes Anamaki village appeared before me, so I parked my car on the side of the road, taking the keys with me I might add, and walked down the narrow path that lead me to the center of the village. I had no worries here, no way they would be In the village. I waltzed into the gun store and greeted the owner.
"Ah, Jason, long time, no see!" She greeted me kindly.
"Well, you know, when there's targets on you're head, you have to lay low for a while." I responded.
"Not when you have the target on someone else, anyways, what can I do for you?" he asked
"I need my bow back. Is it still in the shed?"
"Yes. I will just get the key out of the back, on minute please."
I always liked the owner of this gun shop. Not in a romantic way, but preference wise. She was to the point and didn't try to swindle me into other products. Just the right salesperson. I took the time to scan the store. It was just like the rest of the island, it looked the same, but seemed off, like someone moved everything and inch left, not noticeably off, but I can tell something is up. When the owner appeared again, I took the key from her, and started walking. Out of the shop, past the camp fire, all the way back to my original outpost. I unlocked the door with the key I was given and set my stuff down on the bed. I went to the guns cabinet and pulled out the weapon I loved most in the world, the bow. The quiver was next, containing only fire and regular arrows, perfect for a silent job, and I set them on the bed as well. I stepped into the bathroom, deciding to tend to my cut, I pulled the bloody rag which I previously called my shirt off my arm, and to my astonishment, there was no cut at all. And further more in its place was a tiny sliver of my tatau. It looked like part of the shark, but I couldn't be sure. So I opened up the mirror and grabbed the bandages out. Lord knows they can heal anything, and then I proceeded to close the mirror. I think the island has something against me because as soon as the mirror came into place, I received a sudden, painful thwack on the head. My vision blurred, and I began to crumble to the floor. The only thing is saw last was a man. A tall man. And his name is Dennis.
A/N: well that was interesting. Sorry for the long update, I got sick and didn't really feel like doing much writing. Anyways, what do you think? Long chapter for the update but I'm not sure about this one… let me know, thanks!