ser-pea-nt:
If Sweet pea’s life wasn’t a complete mess before showing up in this messed up version of zombie slayer; now he was really in the deep. After a week of being alone, fighting for any answer on what was going on and how he was supposed to get home and failing at all of it he finally was starting to lose it. Lost and alone he came across some food that he quickly claimed as his all until he realized a set of eyes locking onto his. “Look, if it’s yours then learn to keep an eye on your crap, if not then I suggest you move on.”
this place had quickly turned into the isle right before harry’s own eyes. fighting for survival, rations, and every little thing a person needed had been his entire life. now, here he was, dealing with the dead roaming the earth on top of everything else. suffice to say, the first mate wasn’t surprised when people tried to claim things that didn’t belong to them. he had dealt with it enough throughout his life to know that every little thing was needed. glancing at the other, eyes narrowed as he pointed his hook. “ye are talkin’ tae the wrong person, mate. i ain’t one tae mess with, an’ i sure as ‘ell ain’t opposed tae killin’ people for resources. those belong to me and my cap’n.”














