You got old and kinda sad. No wonder they all leave you.

They had gathered the herbs from the beach, Modesty was doing whatever Modesty was doing over on the Archipelago and he had left her with some ointment for the scar on her cheek. It wouldn't leave much of a mark, but good luck convincing her that her face wasn't ruined. He was just grateful she hadn't run off again yet. It was a pain in the ass to treat someone that kept running away, and he felt like they were finally getting somewhere. She was even starting to look almost healthy again.

They had transferred the gathered herbs into a seal skin satchel he had paid far more than he cared mention, and he had swum it across to Daager Isle on his own. Kenway said something about needing to find those other kids, Deluge was apparently making a hammock out of vines so she could pass out somewhere without having to worry about spiders crawling in her mouth and Modesty had just given him a look, so he didn't ask. The Archipelago was a big place, she could be going anywhere.

Who knew where Gil might be at this time of day so he headed back to his bungalow first, stopping to raise a brow at the net that now covered the pool and the pigeons that now flapped bout within its confines. One, they needed branches to roost on, and 2... what the fuck was going to happen to them when the summer and autumn storms rolled through? But it wasn't his place, no-siree, his place was patching people up when they fucked themselves up doing stupid shit, same thing, day in and day out. He sighed. Surely a 2 year old shouldn't feel this damn tired?

Fuck it, he howled for Gilgamesh. Everything he wanted to show him was in his little hut anyway.

“Speech”