Phibreal wouldn't have laughed that whole night if Captain Mak hadn't told him all the funny stories of him on the seas. Phibreal let out his last laugh and then finally stopped. They were both sitting on a jungle floor drinking as much as water as possible. They didn't know how long they had been on the island, but it must have been a few days.
"You are an amazing story teller Mak," Phibreal commented as they put their mugs together and then drank. Mak was grinning big, showing three silver teeth as he set down his mug. He put his big hand on his belly.
"Ugh, I think I'm full." Phib nodded, feeling full from drinking too much water. The campfire flickered and brought a bright light for them to see. Phib gazed into it wondering where everyone else was. Expecially Ariana. He didn't want say out loud that he actually found himself missing her. He hoped they would somehow meet up with any of their companions. He and Mak had to rely on eachother for now. He jerked his head as Mak said his name.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"How did you become a theif?" Phibreal cast his eyes downward and Captain Mak watched him curiously, waiting for a reply.
"My parents left me when I was eight. I loved them alot. I thought they loved me but no. They said they couldn't take me with them. I don't know why, it confused me. That was when I knew they didn't love me anymore." Phib glanced at Mak.
"Now I hate them." Tears welled in his eyes.
"Hate is a strong word," Make replied. Phib looked away.
"But I do. I do hate them and I hope they're dead by now." He stood up and walked away.
"I'll get more firewood." Mak watched as the young man vanished within the dark trees.