Man on an island, day 374

After a few short hours walk, we reach camp. It's a cave tucked away deep in the jungle. To my surprise it's not sparse at all, he has found furniture somewhere. They look really stylish but old. I'll have to ask him about that sometime. We sit down in wing backed chairs while Belatrix has found a old bone outside and is happily chewing on it, he pours us each a dram of rum. "This will calm the nerves lad"

"Why am I here? I would love some answers" I say while swirling the rum in the glass (seriously, where did he get the glasses?!)

"Well laddie, How am I going to say this? I have a rodent problem and I need your help."

"Rodents?"

"Rodents: large, thieving, murderous, stinking, rum stealing rodents"

"And you need these pests removed?"

He smiles wickedly. "Aye laddie". He reaches behind him and hands me a cutlass, I feel the jewel inlaid hilt in my hand and the razor sharp edge shimmers in the sunlight. "I hope you can handle that thing."

I down the rum in one shot. " Show me these rodents"