Night was bewildered at how he could sleep through such commotion. He was still a bit confused as to what she really saw and wondered if she had just been dreaming. He shook his head with the thought, knowing that this island was beyond what one could comprehend. He knew that he must trust the wee one and he can tell with the way she looked at him as she explained the whole event that she must be telling the truth.

Night gathered together some large leaves like he had used to make the bed and fashioned a sort of carrying bag. He instructed Liz to collect what she could that looked edible and he would carry it. One of the extra sticks they had gathered for the previous night was used to hoist it and Night stuck it over his shoulder like any hiker would do.

He bid farewell to his last barrel of rum, thanking it for helping him get ashore and apologizing that he could not down it as he’d liked too. He turned to Elizabeth and put his large hand on her shoulder. She looked at it as it encompassed most of the space. He smiled and motioned to her that they start their journey so as to get there as soon as possible. He didn’t want to be traveling in the midday heat and not knowing whether there was fresh water or not was a problem.

He let her lead the way into the tree line, stepping over large fallen logs and shades of purple and blue mosses covered. The ground was very soft yet sturdy enough to hold Night’s weight. They kept an eye out for anything that may be dangerous or too pretty not to be dangerous. Night knew that usually brightly colored things in nature were a sign of danger but here, that didn’t apply. Everything was brightly colored! This worried him because he thought that everything here was dangerous. He was especially worried after the event last night that he wasn’t awake enough to experience.