Vlade’s POV
“Had I really been following the code of conduct from the House of Vendetta, I wouldn’t have spent half my life rotting in that filthy manmade prison but a deal is a deal. I will be around, watching over you!” Seaweaver said in a hoarse whisper and merged in the sea.
“There you are, I think this is all of we shall need in our little expedition in this island. Let’s get going if you’re ready,” Magmus stood next to me with a survival backpack in one hand and an unlit cigar in the other.
“I’m always ready!” I pulled the cigar from his hand and scrapped the end along his mechanical arm before it caught fire.
“Whoa! Thanks mate,” He took the cigar back and blew a thick cloud of smoke over my face.
The sand beneath our feet kept slipping as and when the waves caressed the shore.
