Muhirian Icosahedron

[.deceitful.]

A jerk of Silver's thumb to the right, he gestured to Val. "Actually, the leader of this little expedition is gonna be Jack here. There's something I want to confirm myself, but I dont want to slow this thing down, so! You guys traipse off at will and we'll meet up later." Without waiting for word, or acceptance, or even questions, Captain Silver spun on a booted heel, trudging off to the west until the shoreline swallowed him up.

"Ch'e..." Val grunted, eyeing the small group, then shrugged. He'd wanted adventure, right? Then, time to adventure away.

Glancing at the dark, dense and dangerous looking tangle of jungle the slender...boy pointed to, Val eyed it with trepidation then again, shrugged and gave in. "You know what...that's a good a place as ever to start. However -- " A single finger lifted, and a steely stare settled on the boy. "-- if you get into a situation where you might die, and I might die if I try to save you...you're gonna die." He picked the dangerous route; he would have to pay the price if it came down to it. It was hard to tell whether he was serious or not through the brilliant smile [that didnt seem but so sincere] that followed his words. Let's just hope it didnt come down to it.

Needless to say, he would probably sacrifice him too, if it was necessary. Or use him for bait. Etc.

Eyes lowering to Ausra, he grinned; everybody liked her. "Take my arm, ne? I'll pro -- wait, you can protect me." Mirth swam in his laughter and he strode off, displacing sand with every step, and waving to the crew at his back. "Come along then! Let's be off!" The jungle loomed before them.

[Sharpnails]

Ray blinked rapidly as Silver strode away, was the crew not supposed to always be with the captain? The best kinds of adventures happened with the captain! Determined she started to stomp after him, that is until Morris wrapped a meaty hand around her arm. Her mouth opened to give him a steely reprimand when in her peripheral vision she saw Jacks finger pointing at her. Her brows furrowed, thinking she must stop bringing so much attention upon herself.

Absently she swiped Morris’s hand from her arm, turning a hard stare at Jack. She wanted to rage at him, tell him she didn’t want or need his help. She couldn’t handle herself, and if she couldn’t what could that twig do that her Morris couldn’t do? But, her lips stayed firmly shut, he was, in a sense, the Captain. You must always show your Captain respect. Unable to suppress it, she screwed up her face and stuck her tongue out at him. She wondered how he’d taste as jerky.

Morris glared at, to him, the scrawny man. Frowning at his implications that anything would happen to Amelia, as if he didn’t have enough worry without someone voicing it out loud. His arms itched to reach out and scoop her up and march right off the island. His little spitfire would forgive him someday.

Before he could act on his actions she was walking off, behind JAck and Ausra, towards the very unfriendly looking jungle. Her head was bent at a stubborn angle as she struggled to gain the lead and enter the forest first. Jack's legs were much longer then hers, he kept ahead of her easily, with his normal gait. Morris shrugged and chuckled, letting his worry slide off of him as he pulled out his butcher knife. Some of the plant growth would have to be chopped out of the way.

Without waiting for Morris, Red broke out into a sprint. She wanted into the forest first, she wanted to prove her bravery. Breath heaving she passed Jack, finally, and dashed into the dense growth, thorns and twigs cutting her skin. She very soon became tangled in vines, a big thick mesh of thorny vines. She struggled to reach for her knife, but only managed in exacerbating the situation. With a huff she slumped her shoulders. Instead of showing any sort of bravery she made herself out to be a fool. “Well” she mumbled to herself “I will not call out for help. They’ll get here eventually.”

Morris’s eyes almost popped out of his head as Amelia dashed into the jungle. What was the little idiot thinking!? His huge formed moved at a speed one wouldn’t expect from someone so large, concern on his grim face. His elbow slightly brushed against Jack as he sailed past raising his butchers knife. He was going to kill her, once he got to her. Chopping away he pictured all sorts of horrible things, Strange creatures eating her, expanses of quick sand sucking her up. “AM…” in his panic he almost called her out by her real name, catching himself last moment “RAY. RAY HOLD UP!” his voice bellowed.

[Silver]

If Amelia is sensitive to the world around her, then she can feel no less than a six pairs of eyes watching her toil from the shadows.

Whether she is sensitive to the world or not Amelia, and Morris as he delves deeper into the forest, the sound of tribal drums fill her ears.