If it were possible for the Scotsman to still imbibe, he would have spat out his drink several times already, throughout the story being regaled to him.
"Ye were really sent to kill him?!" The ghost gawked at the lass, whose real name was revealed to be Ashi. A name her mother should be crucified for! What arse of a parent would name their child after the burnt remains of a fireplace?
"It is all in the past, friend." Jack told the ghost with a smile. "Ashi has severed her allegiance to Aku."
Ashi bowed her head, finding sudden interest in the frothy concoction of a dress she was in. Unlike Jack, she had chosen to remain seated in her spot on the pallet, smoothing out the layers of skirts around her.
The ghost noted the rosy color dusting her skin and wondered if there was something wrong with her. Before he could ask, Jack beat him with an entirely different inquiry.
"What is this?"
The Scotsman turned to his friend, who held a portable object in his hand. An object that the ghost was certain of to be evil.
"It appears to be a sort of communication device." Jack went on, turning it in his hands like the big ninny he was. Fifty years in this forsaken world, one would think he'd know what a damn cell phone was.
"Lad." The ghost voice held a serious note. "Do ye trust me with yer life? Have I ever proven unworthy of yer good faith?"
His friend's eyes widened, nostrils flaring with an affronted snort. "My friend, I am insulted you would hint to anything that is the truth. You are my comrade and"—
"Good. Chuck that thing into the water."
Jack blinked. His gaze sweeping from the piece of technology in his hand to the pool of water behind him where the Scotsman was pointing to.
"What?"
"Dinnae ask questions, lad! For all our sakes, just do it!" For the ghost, there was no need to keep evidence of Brent and Ashley's deviant behavior, which undoubtedly existed in their handheld devices. He shuddered, recalling the numerous clicks and giggles he had heard coming from inside their tent.
The ghost then turned to Ashi, still on the pallet. His voice was noticeably gentler as he spoke to her.
"Lass, ye should do the same. Come on, up on yer feet now."
Ashi finally looked up, her face marred with distress.
"I...can't."
The Scotsman slashed down in confusion.
"Why not?"
"I really can't." She said, and she began wriggling in her spot like a vibrating cupcake with flailing legs. Needless to say, it was a sight that startled both of her male companions. Beads of sweat lined her brows and temples when she finally ceased her bizarre actions, out of breath and panting for air.
Jack took a cautious step forward but immediately retracted when Ashi let out a scream of frustration. Then, she thrashed around some more, foaming at the mouth in her exertion.
"This stupid dress is weighing me down!"