Drought Out West

Dagnabit
Like always Zack stood on the mast of the ship. He looked over the sea with his hand over his forehead to block the sun, elbow just barely covering the crew's jolly roger. It had been about four weeks since he'd been traveling with this crew, yet, he trusted them with his life. He knew the other crews that took part in that great breakthrough had been way further along than the Busters. Hell, he'd even seen a few new crew's names in the newspaper, but it did not knock his motivation.

He had a goal that, no matter how many times he had to stumble, he vowed to reach. One he had been willing to bet his life on. "Henrietta!" He shouted, looking to the grand island in the distance. "Can we dock at the island up ahead?!" Pointing towards the island, his stomach let out a sinister growl. "I'm starving!"