((ah shit, sorry I forgot that you mentioned we already made it to the island.))<br/><br/>It wasn't long before they reached the shores of the island, the people aboard the ship were already filing out and onto the beach. Tristan stretched his arms out above himself and quickly scurried back to his cabin to retrieve his pistol. He shouldered the door open and scanned the room, finding his small black Beretta sitting atop the nightstand. He quickly snatched it up, checked the clip and slapped it back into the gun before pushing it through the rim of his pants behind him. He covered the gun with his shirt and dropped his bag so he could throw oh his solid black ballistic vest. The vest was snug and probably unnecessary but Tristan wanted all the protection he could carry, re-shouldering his duffel bag the man raced back out of his cabin and down onto the shore with the others.