Mason and the other loyal pirates stretched out on the jungle floor, safely hidden beneath the leaves brush. They had considered leaving one man to stand watch, but since Vane and his men assumed they were dead already, they figured they would be safe enough. It was only a matter of minutes before they were all sound asleep.
The night passed slowly, a warm breeze cradling the men, and the song of the insects and creatures of the darkness making up their lullaby. The pirates, so exhausted from their fighting and traveling, barely moved. Anyone who passed by would have likely not even noticed them.
They slept hard, and it was only the consistent growling of their bellies and growing thirst that finally woke them. Mason was one of the last to wake, being nudged in the side by a booted foot, first gently and then harder until he grunted and rolled away.
