Another day on the lone island.
When Arthur returned to the shore, the sun was just beginning to set as his silhouette cast a long shadow across the sand. His crimson hair clung to his damp forehead, and his cyan eyes glowed faintly in the dim light. He dragged an enormous net behind him, its weight evident in the deep grooves it carved into the beach.
Fedlimid noticed him first, his head snapping up from where he had been fixing a piece of broken equipment. His eyes narrowed as he took in the pile of steel weapons, armor, and barrels tumbling from the net. "Arthur!" He called sharply, his voice cutting through the crashing waves. "What is this?"
Arthur didn't answer immediately. He grunted the net onto the sand, straightening to his full height. His back muscles twitched behind him as he brushed his hands on his tattered tunic.
Two pirate boats." He said simply. "They won't be bothering us anymore."
