Blake felt the tug, but he only moved forward again with the utmost reluctance. The cave should've been empty! The captain told him to look out for things, items, maps - nothing he said suggested they'd run into an actual person. Much less a person saying words Blake had never heard before in his life. Although to be fair he didn't know that many words, usually it was just the same ones, just repeated a lot.<br/><br/>He continued forward until the roof opened out and he was able to stand up. Blake took a few steps, hearing the girls rustling around behind him, before examining the room they'd discovered in.<br/><br/>The ceiling was so high up he couldn't see it, although trickles of light had forced their way in through small cracks, revealing that there was indeed still a world outside the caves. A small fire dotted the center of the new space, and a tunnel of sorts waited directly across from them.<br/><br/>Also, there was a man sitting in a chair, looking right at them.<br/><br/>The chair didn't look like it belonged in the cave; it was carved, looking impressive enough to have belonged in the room Blake occupied with Mallory during their time with the evil Margo, Queen of Lies. The man didn't look any more appropriate, although there was a gleam in his eyes that made Blake reasonably sure he was insane. The wild look the matted long hair and messy beard gave him didn't help the illusion either.<br/><br/>"Ahoy, there! Come hither, child, for I have much to show you," he said gleefully, pointing directly at Blake.<br/><br/>He turned, hoping the girls were also standing where the crazed seated man was pointing, but it was definitely just him. With a gulp he stepped forward, approaching slowly as he tried to think of something smart to say.<br/><br/>"Uh… m'name's not Codie," he said, before groaning on the inside. "I mean, I's not a'fish. But-"<br/><br/>"Silence, boy," the man shot, mercifully stopping him from saying more. "Come here, and I will show you the treasure you seek."<br/><br/>At the word 'treasure' he felt his spirits rise a bit, and then he closed the distance between the two of them as he decided a little craziness wasn't that bad if the man could actually help them. "Wh'is it?"<br/><br/>"Here," the bearded man said, and he gently placed something soft in Blake's hand.<br/><br/>"Is this… shit?"<br/><br/>The man threw his head back and cackled to the ceiling, laughing so hard he fell back in the chair, slamming his head against the rocky ground. Although Blake wasn't necessarily mad (shit was just a part of life), he still didn't feel too bad for the man. Until he walked around the chair and noticed the scarlet stream trickling out from beneath his dirty hair.<br/><br/>"Uh… cn'someone fix a broke head?"