GUYS.

I just found out that William Joyce played a HUGE part in the making of Epic.

Can he get anymore awesome?

The next memory faded in.

June 10th, 1708

Jakoby and Jack walked through the woods side by side. Jack had a rifle resting on his shoulder, and a knife on his hip, and Jakoby carried a burlap sack and a knife similar to Jack's.

"I don't know why David can't do this himself," Jack said. "All he does is sit around and drink beer."

Jakoby gave Jack a light shove. "We have to earn our keep or he'll kick us out."

Jack sighed. "Yeah, I know."

Jakoby stopped Jack suddenly, holding his arm out in front of Jack.

"What?" Jack whispered.

Jakoby grinned and pointed ahead of them. Jack followed his finger, and let out a laugh, before they both crouched down.

Jack lifted the rifle and aimed ahead of them. Right at a huge turkey.

He took a breath and pulled the trigger; the turkey booked it.

Jack jumped up. "Did I hit it?!" He yelled while they ran after the large bird.

"You hit it in the lung!" Jakoby laughed.

They found the turkey on the ground, moments later, and Jack and Jakoby ran over to it to make sure it was dead. Jakoby put his bag down and Jack put the gun on top of it.

Both boys were grinning hugely.

They knelt down near the turkey's stomach and Jakoby pulled out his knife.

Jack laughed. "We are eating good tonight!"

Jakoby cut open the turkey's stomach. "It's been so long since I've had turkey!"

Jack reached in front of Jakoby, and into the turkey, and started field dressing it.

"Is he-" Tooth turned and made a gagging noise.

"He is just dressing the turkey," North said. "is no big deal."

Bunny also looked away, making a gagging noise.

Jack suddenly stopped what he was doing and sat bolt upright looking around.

"What's wrong?" Jakoby asked, not looking up.

"Jakoby, grab the gun." Jack said, his voice tense.

Jakoby heard the change in voice and grabbed the gun. "Jack, what's wrong?"

Jack muttered something under his breath.

"What?" Jakoby leaned closer to him.

"Wolf!" Jack yelled grabbing the gun just in time as a huge gray wolf jumped on him. He held the gun horizontally to keep the large animal away from his face.

"Agh! Jake!" Jack said.

Jakoby took a brave move, and jumped on the wolf's back, knocking it off of Jack. Jakoby ended up being thrown to the side into a tree and the wolf stalked toward him, growling and snapping its jaws.

"Take the shot!" Jakoby yelled.

Jack fumbled with the gun as he tried to get it ready but was too late when the wolf jumped onto Jakoby and clamped its jaws down on his arm. An ear splitting scream came from Jakoby and Jack's mouths at the same time and Jack resorted to throwing the gun at the wolf.

The gray wolf spun on Jack and he fumbled with his knife. The wolf lunged, just as Jack pulled the knife out of his belt, and landed on top of Jack with a thud.

"Jack!" Jakoby yelled, cradling his arm.

The wolf went limp and Jack dragged himself out from under it.

Jakoby let out a sigh of relief.

Jack stood up, bloodied knife in his hand, and laughed. "Well," He said. "I think Emma has a new bedtime story."

Jakoby looked at him in disbelief. Jack's shirt was covered in the wolf's blood, he also had blood completely covering his hands up to his elbows and some splattered on his chin and he was thinking about bedtime stories?

Jakoby smiled and sighed. "I'll never understand you, Jack."

Jack grinned. "No one is supposed to."

The memory faded.

I am ashamed. This is unacceptably short. I am soooo sorry. W

I have a couple questions for you people! ^_^

1: Who is your favorite RotG character? (Other than Jack... back off ladies...)

2: Who is your least favorite character?

3: Who is your favorite RotG ship? *eyebrow wiggle*

4: Who is your least favorite ship?

I will answer these about my self in the next chapter, (which will be soon hopefully...)

Until next time~!

(thanks for all the favorite/reviews/follows! Without you guys, I wouldn't even continue this!)