Among the half-sunken buildings that shielded Talion's boat from easy sight, there could be seen Santis, standing upright in the small smuggler's boat inside his circle of salt. He was brandishing a spear at a half-dozen of the surviving mercenaries who were ringing the boat, their own mismatched weapons drawn.<br/><br/>"Back off, I tell you! I'm not taking any devils from this island!"<br/><br/>"Look, you old fool, just get us off of here! Either we'll pay you, or we'll gut you like a fish and leave you here! There's nothig but monsters on this island, so how about you just--"