"Sir, how long are we to be idle out here in the sea? Though, there are few of us and supplies won't be running low for awhile... we, we are concerned about... well what we are going to do." A grunt would say to Derous, the other two reaming members of this crew behind him. The group had walked into their Captain's quarts seeking answers. Why they really were concerned was because Derous hadn't really spoken since they had gotten aboard the ship, two weeks ago. And they have been in this exact same spot for over five days, so they were confused on what the plan was.

Derous ,who was just gazing outward from his quarters window, would turn his head slightly to the grunts. "Where do you want to go? I'm content with staying right here, but if you three want to leave, where to?" Derous would ask before turning his attention back out to the open sea, not particularly searching for anything but enjoying the view.

"Well.... maybe we could go to a Naval base, and gather more men. Capture Pirates? Ugh, do our duty as Marines I guess." The Grunt would respond. As he, nor the others, didn't expect Derous to respond to them the way he did.

"Why? Shouldn't you three be just glad to be alive right now, enjoying the moment. Your comrades all forty-seven or so were devoured not that long ago. Though, how could you enjoy this life you have right now stuck out here... in solitude, with nothing to entertain yourselves." Derous would say, not even knowing what he was saying himself. Though, he would continue to talk till he had his fill.

WIP