Day 1

Eustache: I don't like being on this island any more than you, but I think we could make this work, the four of us. We together have a skillset any of the bands would be proud to have!

Knut: How? We have a sissy French pirate *spits*...

Eustache: *draws a knife, with a dangerous look in his eyes* I'll show you how 'sissy' this French pirate can be if you insult me again!

Knut: ...a little girl in filthy animal skins who fights with pebbles and bones *spits*...

Shanaw: No little girl! Arrgh! *bears teeth and tries to look menacing*

Knut: ...and a creepy old witch! *spits*

Gudrun: THE GODS SPARED YOU, YOU KNOW! THEY HOPED YOU COULD CHANGE. YOU DON'T HAVE IT IN YOU!

Knut: IF YOU COULDN'T CURSE ME, I WOULD KILL YOU RIGHT NOW! *spits*

Eustache: Everyone, please! If we are to beat Björn and his men long-term, we need to learn to live and work together. If we don't, we die! On board ship, we had a hierarchy to make sure everyone knew their place. Knut, you can be my tactical advisor, weaponsmith, master builder and 2nd-in-command!

Knut: WHY ARE YOU LEADER? WHY AM I SECOND?

Eustache: Because I have the brains and you have the brawn. Besides, do you want to be leader? Would you rather someone else here were leader?

Knut: No... I accept, on the condition that I can fight. This island is ripe for pillaging.

Eustache: I'm glad we agree! Gudrun, will you be our cook, botanist, spiritual guide and healer?

Gudrun: DO YOU WANT ME TO BE YOUR CHAMBERMAID TOO?

Eustache: I...don't think that position needs filling...

Gudrun: THEN I ACCEPT.

Eustache: Good. Shanaw, can you catch our food and help gather provisions?

Shanaw: Shanaw throw rock at beast, then bring beast home for dinner.

Eustache: Can you fish?

Shanaw: Can pirate teach Shanaw how to fish?

Eustache: *to self* Can a bird fly? *aloud* There's a lot I can teach you! *wink, wink*

Shanaw: Shanaw not know what pirate means...

Eustache: *to self* You will, my pretty... *aloud* You'll see.

Day 10

Gudrun is at the pot, cooking the day's meal. The others nearby are waiting with despair and dread.

Gudrun: Hmmm...maybe some more spiders to season...frogspawn to thicken...

Eustache: Are you sure neither of you can cook?

Shanaw: Shanaw roast meat on fire...but meat black.

Knut: No. It's a woman's job.

Eustache: Out here, I don't think we can be that picky.

Shanaw: Tummy hurt...

Knut: Bush child is right. Mine hurts too.

Eustache: Shanaw, have you spotted any good cooks in rival camps on your travels?

Shanaw: No...pigs cooking pigs and eating like pigs...

Knut: Hmmm...