"This mission couldn't be off to a worse start, could it?" Gael asked, ripping a mysterious fruit from one of the blue-leaf trees.
Jaxon leaned against a tree, "We could all be dead already. That'd be worse."
"...Well, besides that, I mean," Gael responded at the obvious exaggeration, sniffing the fruit as he hesitated to take a bite.
There was nothing to do but to wander with the off-chance that one of their comrades might be somewhere on the same floating island. Yet, the sight of the cobalt trees and sea-like foliage, it felt like there was nothing to find.
"What the hell did those fish guys even eat up here?" Gael asked, finding no sight of critters.
"Looks like fruit," Jaxon answered. "Or each other."
"Seriously?" Gael glanced over at the fellow Outlander.
"Just a dart in the dark, or is it?" Jaxon said, giving him a look.
Gael stared at the British man before sighing, "You're trying to mess with me."
