The young man sighed as he straightened up. "You don't trust me, I can understand," he said. "Why would you trust a stranger, especially one that has been stranded on an island for about a year or two? You don't need to tell me why you are unhappy if you do not wish it. Just tell me, what is it that you are afraid of?"<br/><br/>At that moment a rather large man stepped up behind the younger, rough looking man. "She's afraid of me," said the man. "As you should be. I am the master of this island and you are trespassing on my land. Tell me, did you think you could just land on my island and expect to get a ride to the mainland without some form of payment first? You are sorely mistaken, young man."<br/><br/>The young man looked at him and tilted his head. "Well, sadly, I have no way to pay you back," he said. "But I don't think you'll be able to make me do anything." He stood there, obviously not afraid in the slightest. He hadn't survived for so many years on a wild, untamed island without picking up a few things. On the island he had encountered quite a few dangerous animals and, during those encounters, he had learned how to judge the slightest change in muscles to predict where the first or second movement would land.