John:-Thinks for a moment then lowers gun- Yes... Yes you do. Until you can find some sort of skill to convince me you're worth keeping around, you will remain here as my prisoner. And don't bother trying to jump in the water... We're miles from shore and there are always crew members patrolling. So, anything you want to say before I leave?
John: Con people. I mean, sure I steal from people... But Im honest about it. According to this -Pulls out a slip of paper he wrote Jack's report on- many of the villagers were angry at you, and you moved constantly. Why have a life like that?
Pele: *glares at him* Because it was the only option I had! I don't know how to read! I barely know how to spell my own name.
Jess: *She props her graffitied dummy against a wall, before backing away from it armed with her throwing knife.*
Josh: *Washes up on the beaches of the port, bleeding from my head, knocked out. My ship stolen and most my crew dead*
Josh: *Try's to get up, just to fall back to the floor. Instead I try calling for help, but my lungs are punctured, so instead I fire my gun into the air*
Jess: *She throws the knife, a mischievous smirk pulling on the corners of her lips as it hit the dummy in the forehead.*