Graveyard Crew

Graveyard
It had been two days following the events of Wildweyst where the Busters faced off against what fragment of the Yeehaw Pirates had been present. Even though the crew claimed victory in a sense, there was a lot of self-doubt within Zack when he woke up thanks to Martha Jane who he never got the chance to formally meet.

Henrietta guided the crew to an island quite a ways away from Wildweyst. The sat at the bay of the island on their ship for just a short while and waited for their captain to give them further instructions. Zack had been bathing in the sun, his jacket rested over his face to protect himself from sunburn, while he lay and thought about the events that unfolded. Images flashed in his mind like memories, but it was nothing he himself had been to fond of.

"Boy!" Jane shouted up to the ship while she and the rest of the crew had already jumped off-board. "Yous best be coming down to see where we are. We'd sure like to know if this is a good place to rest for a while."

Throwing himself up, Zack slowly stood to his feet before tossing his jacket back on and jumping from the deck of the ship to the ground. He looked at the scenery and noticed the abundance of trees and the fact that the island was more foresty than it was an actual island. There were a few structures that stood taller than the trees, but from the way they looked, they were abandoned. It was quite fortunate that the crew decided to stop by an island on the way here to replenish their food and other supplementary supplies.

"Where are we?" Zack finally asked, his first time speaking to any of the crew since leaving Wildweyst.

Jane hummed, before reaching inside of her leather coat. She pulled out a map and began to drag her finger along its canvas creating a red line as she did. She stopped once she reached the blank space, though as her finger sat there, a brown circle appeared. "Oh nos," Jane said, shaking her head. "Y'all, this might be bad, but potentially good if we do this right."

Zack lifted his eyebrow, "Yeah, but where are we?!"

"The island we are on, its called Guanhao. It's tha' trainin' camp where the World Government trains its intelligence agency--the Cipher Pol."

The teen scoffed, "That ain't stopping me." Zack said, returning to the ship for a short moment. It took him a few minutes before he returned back to where the rest of the crew was. On his back was a special type of backpack, much larger than his normal one on the same size as like a camping one. "I'm staying out here for the night." Zack said, "Sherry, I need you to make me a sleeping back and cover."