The Caledonian narrowed his eyes, the metal object remaining firmly in his hand at the direction of the man now standing in front of him.  Was he another pirate?  He could be.  He had trouble trusting people, and right now he was contemplating the<em>shoot</em>option in his mind.<br/><br/>"Just like me?  An' what am I?"<br/><br/>His words were cold, his hands lowered the handgun an inch but it made no difference.  If his finger pulled back on the trigger - his tiring finger, for that matter - then it would still put a large lead hole in his torso.  No way he was going to survive from that in the middle of the ocean.  There was no hint of a hospital or medical centre.  Sure, he could crawl away but too much blood loss would be the killer.<br/><br/>His mind was wandering.  The Caledonian needed to keep his mind on current events, and not in to the fantasy worlds of<em>what ifs</em>and<em>if only</em>.  Morris' first priority was to find Crystal, not like the island was<em>that</em>big.  His only fear would be discovering her in a muddy pit with a trail of red trickling in to a nearby stream.  It was stupid, it was dangerous bringing her along on this trip, but she never took no as an answer.  Came up with a fresh excuse and reason for her appearance with him every day.  Maybe this experience would stop her from asking to return on any more trips, if that chance came up.<br/><br/>There he was, dreaming again.<br/><br/>"Where's your friends?  Where's the girl?"  He was going on the notion that this young guy was a pirate.  The idea that it was a stranded sailor or adventurer was too far fetched for his limited imagination, instead accusing him flat out of being one reason why Morris was here by himself, looking for his female companion.<br/><br/><div align="center">((  Thanks for replying  ))</div>