In the dim light of the bathosphere, Tristina created a Ki ball for light and perched it in the broken hanging light above them.
Jack cooked the fish using his incinerate ability, while Tristina fashioned two beds out of the bathosphere's benches. For a long while, nethier of them spoke, dining on roasted Salmon. Even Atlas was silent on the radio clipped to Jacks hip.
"Hey Trish?"
Tristina looked up at Jack, who was chewing thoughtfully on a bite of salmon.
"Yes?"
"You came from up north, didn't you?"
Tristina shifted uncomfortably on her rear, immediately lowering her gaze to the floor.
"Why do you ask?" she asked after swallowing a quiver of fear in her voice. "Your fur." said Jack, nodding to one of the rips in Tristina's skirt. "Its really thick, almost like a wolf's."
"Yes." she replied before stuffing her mouth full of salmon to avoid answering more questions.
"I was on my way back to my parents farm in London." said Jack, seeming to smile at the memory.
Tristina let him talk, grateful not to have to expand on her own tale.
"I had wanted to visit America for quite some time. I actually just arrived yesterday when I had this sudden...urge...to go back home." Tristina finished chewing and swallowed.
"Do you know why the plane crashed?" Tristina asked, turning her head slightly.
Jack shook his own head. "No. I just remember everyone screaming before I blacked out. When I came around, you were floating in front of me with your hands and feet shackled together. I pulled you to the surface then to the lighthouse."
Tristina shifted again as Jack lowered his gaze to the floor.
"Hey look!" said Tristina, spotting something alongside the bathosphere door. picking it up, she examined it.
"what is it?" Jack asked, standing up.
"Its a short wave radio, kind of like yours." said Tristina, holding up the radio.
"Handy." commented Jack, looking at his own. As Tristina clipped the shortwave radio to the belt of her skirt, Jack spoke again.
"Tristina, I dont know where you came from or why you were shackled, but I just wanted to say I'm glad your here."
As the two readied for bed, two painful knots formed in Tristina. one pressed painfully on the back of her throat, and another throbbed achingly in her heart.
"Goodnight, Trish." Jack yawned as Tristina absorbed the Ki ball back into her palm.
"Night Jack." Tristina squeaked, turning her back to the young man as her tears began to fall.
"Trish. Tristina! wake up!"
Tristina sat up, almost throwing Jack back as she did so, and looked around. water dripped from the newly surfaced bathosphere as Tristina and Jack climbed out.
carefully creeping up the metal steps to the platform above, Atlas's voice came over their radios.
Tristina handed Jack a spare earpiece she found in a side compartment on her radio, and placed another she had found with the radio in her own ear.
"...-sure of Andrew Ryan's company." said Atlas. "He's the one who built this place, and he's the one who run it into the ground."
As they reached the top of the platform, another gruesome sight met them. a man, coated in a bright scarlet, hung by his neck below the word 'Smuggler' (which was also written in blood).
"Nobody knows exactly what happened." Atlas continued. "Maybe he went mad. Maybe the power got to him. Maybe he decided he just didn't like people."
As Atlas spoke, Jack busied himself fishing a set of bandages off the body of the corpse.
spotting something shining by a discarded suitcase, Tristina picked up some ammo for Jacks shotgun and placed it in her bag. "Whichever way you slice it, a good man died." said Atlas in a resigned tone.
"Me family's hidden in a submarine in the foundation of Fontaines Fisheries. I'll meet you there."
"Well, shall we get started?" said Jack, climbing over a large slab of metal that blocked thier way. Nodding determinedly to herself, Tristina slipped slightly as the followed Jack over the former scoreboard.