I had a feeling that I hadn't heard the last about our two stowaways. Well, one stowaway and one ... traitor? That's what she had been called, but there wasn't any piece of me - even the smallest piece - that considered her a traitor. If nothing else, she had done what a lot of other people didn't have the guts to try.
It was going to be getting dark soon, and there were many things that needed to be done if we were going to survive comfortably on this distant shore.
"All right, everyone!" I yelled, trying to get everyone's attention. But, I guess my bark is about the same as my bite. No one seemed to be responding. I glanced over at Dregor. I didn't want to, but I knew he had a booming voice - a voice perfect for a loud mouth.
Once Dregor successfully gathered in most of the crew and passengers, I laid out my orders. "We are going to have to work together to survive. A group of us will need to scout the nearby area for firewood, mostly. But, it would also be a good idea to know what's around. Perhaps we can find some food as well. Fresh berries or maybe some deer."
At the mention of deer, many in the crowd started looking around at each other. They had not had that kind of meal in a long time. I wasn't sure if mentioning the possibility was a good idea or not. Alas, it was too late.
I called out several men's names, instructing them to come with me. The last name I called was Nate. He seemed to be paying only half attention. That's okay, I thought. I'll make him work for his food.
"The rest of you stay back and guard camp," I stated, ending my speech. I was ready to move on to the next task, but there was one man in the crowd that wasn't too happy at all.
Sir Harper was one of the reasons I was glad to get off the ship. I was hoping that I could be as far away from him as possible once we were on dry land, but he seemed to want to get into my business. He spouted off something about some gold and some other rambling, ending with a declaration of his desired presence on the scouting party. I'm certain my expression spoke volumes.
I don't have time for this, I thought as I ran my hand over my face, wiping away some sweat. Halfway ignoring Sir "Busybody" Harper, I said, "Come on, men. We have to get this done before it is too dark."