Chapter 147 Nice Kitties!
Crisga Jamon's Island:
Brushing away huge and crazy looking different types of thick leaves as our three trusty gunslingers traverse through the humid jungle. Leading the group often as he moves his hands against a good handful of giant leaves as they keep treading forward in a leisurely pace, Ver says keeping his eyes lasered in front of him, how you fellas doing back there? I know this jungle is pretty swampy with all these big ass leaves we have to pushout of our faces.
Staying a good couple steps behind his fearless leader of their group, commenting back with a casual tone in his voice, Pap says, I'm alright Mr. Ver. Aside from the uneven terrain on the bottom of my feet making my legs feel a little sluggish as we keep trotting on, but besides that I'm peachy like a peach. Glancing back with his right eye eyeing Rint, Pap asks the same following question, what about you Mr. Rint? How are you fairing on our walk?
Looking every which way as he analyzes his surroundings with a stern face, Rint responds back with a whatever type of manner, just fine. I'm just ready to find this bastard were here to see and handsomely take his life and leave this place. Speechless for a moment as he has nothing to say after Rint's spiel, turning his gaze back to the front, Pap says, gotcha so your good too.
Stopping abruptly as his feet plant firmly in the ground halting the flow of their walk, bumping the back of Ver with a little tap, Pap says with confusion written on his face, what's with the harsh stop for Mr. Ver? Slowly turning his head back, putting up his left hand, sticking out his pointer finger and placing it over Pap's lips to quiet him, whispering very softly, Ver says, I think I heard some movement just now. After making his quick assumption that they're not alone anymore, leaping from the tall and thick and Viney trees, descending down with hunger in their eyes as they finally land on the soft brown earth.
Seven big steroided looking red and orange cats that look like a mix between a Puma and a Tiger, make their ferocious presence known in front of our three brave outlaws. Stationary like a fire hydrant on a sidewalk, staring at the felines with no signs of worry expressed on his face, Ver says with a snarky and misty tone, nice kitties.
End of Chapter 147