::Ghost dropped him, as he fell to his knees.::

..Ghost. You have Tiagra's scent all over you. She's sumthin' else.

::He looked down at him from the shadow of his hood.::

You don't want to go to the beach. There are mines there too. There are save beaches to fish in, but that's not one. This side of the island is pretty exclusive to the inhabitants. Meaning, people living here cant leave, and people can't reach us. It's as if they gave us a glimmer of hope that we'd be rescued.

::He folded his arms as he looked off of to the distance.::

You got a lot to learn...Chris.

::He fixed his gloves.::

Ya got some gifts there. They awaken in everyone here it seems. Perhaps she sensed it too...Tcch..

::He grabbed his hood pulling it back. He had short black hair that was scruffy. A light brown skin tone. His eyes as yellow as a lemon, and he had scars on his face, as well as a row of numbers on his cheek.::

Man is she gona get a punishment for this...She knows I hate uninvited guests...

::He turned back to Chris.:: Well then...Let's get ya some fresh clothes.