(Okay, we can begin.)<br/><br/>Ashton leaned against the railing of the boat as it was headed to the Isle de Vour. He felt like he was gonna throw up, he didn't know if it was due to the constant rocking of the vessel or because he, an innocent man, was about to be thrown into the wild with hardened killers. He looked around the boat so he could see how the others were doing. He looked at the german shepherd first, then over to a guy in an orange t-shirt, after that he looked at a stocky looking man in a jacket, not long after that he looked over at a rather gifted cowgirl. 'Jesus...' Ashton thought, 'These guys could kill me without a second thought now that there won't be any law to worry about... I better not piss them off. At least this is only temporary... my friends promised to come and get me... I just hope I survive long enough to see them...' Ashton looked towards the front of the boat and saw they were nearing the dreaded Isle de Vour, the most dangerous place in America, maybe even the world. He had heard the stories about this place, how it could turn even the most civilized man into a bloodthirsty cannibal and how people there would open up your throat if you just looked at them funny. He needed to make friends fast, otherwise he wouldn't survive the first night. He wished they had let him keep his butterfly knife, he was going to need it. Ashton stuffed his hands into his pockets and continued to look around at the shady characters that were bound for the island as well.