Gandal moved to the corner of his room, and bent, lifting up a floorboard. He grabbed a satchel and emptied a small dagger into the hole and then slid back the floorboard. He wouldn't need that -- yet.

"LAND HO!" shouted a sailor from the look out(I don't know what it's called)

Gandal sprung to his feet rushing to the door. He boomed through the vessel, 'LAND!'

Just said all that captainy stuff about docking.

(Try and be more descriptive next time, please)

Gandal stepped out of his cabin, the sea air slamming iinto his face. He looked over the horizon to see a large island. The sly smile returned.

(I don't know what they say...)
The ship docked.
"Mr.Little, grab some men and make camp on the island." Just ordered, a large man saluted and shouted for 7 of the crew to help set up camp.

Gandal stepped beside just, his large fists behind his back. 'Need anything' done captin'?'

"yes, you and any who wish to join are to accompany me to search for a source of fresh water."

'Okay.' Gandal said, following the crew down a lank and onto land.

As he walked off the ship, wiping his vomit off his mouth. "Righto, what to do now?"

Just walked along the winding jungle path.
"I wonder who made this?" she said.
Just then a group of 7 native looking men ran out of the bushes.

Gandal raised two hands in the air slowly.
The natives whispered strange words before running away from the group. 'Well...' Gandal said,

Marluxia finally caught up with the group after spending some time alone with herself and her powers to find some fresh water. "Back this way," she said. She looked over to Gandal. He's acting strange, she thought. I'm watching you Gandal. Never forget that.

Gandal looked at Marluxia, the thoughts ran into his head like the water that flowed through the sea.
"We need to trust each other..." Gandal said, gripping Marluxia by the shoulders (in a non-violent way.)

"you guys the natives?" Just

Gandal looked away from Marluxia and back at Just, "The natives ran away, they must be getting troops or..." He grinned, "They're scared of us." He chuckled to himself quietly.

"I hope that they're scard of us..."Just said

Gandal dismissed the thought and trudged through the forest, the others following close behind.

Max lagged a bit farther behind, mainly to keep his distance from the people who had yet to earn his trust, but also to observe the scenery, and let the sound fill his ears. In addition, going slower meant that it was less likely to walk into a tree, even though the chances of that was low; Max found that he no longer had to think about using echolocation, and... just did it.
Noticing that he had fallen quite behind, he picks up his pace, wanting to still be able to keep track of the crowd.

Marluxia also stayed further behind the group. She did not trust Gandal. Her gut had never been wrong and it was stering like the sea in a violent storm. I do not and will not trust you until you can show me you can be trusted Gandal. Remember that.

Gandal gripped the metal hilt on his sword. What was that? Gandal projected the thought to Marluxia, his anger rising, like a bottle filling. Quickly.

You heard me brain boy. She projected this towards Gandal and tried not to laugh at his forwardness.

Max flinched, hearing what he thought was someone grabbing for their weapon. Who....
He turns around, grabbing his very own weapon, and tries to limit the amount of noise he made, listening for any noise that may indicate an approaching foe.

Gandal pushed away Marluxia, stay away from me... he projected the message. He let go of the sword and walked away... keeping one weary on Marluxia.

Why are you so afraid of me. I could be your friend you know. "Put it down Max. It's just Gandal being overprotective."