Jeff furrows his brows, really trying to set his mind to it. He's got no clue about, fuck, any of this. With the rain, the waves, the sameness of the water all around him... Once he lost sight of the island, he pretty much lost track of everything.
He can't be the only one who made it off the island. If Jeff's responsible for the rescue, then they're all screwed.
...fuck.
He looks at Royal helplessly, then.
Wait.
LIGHTBULB!
"Oh! I can help! The-- that piece of wood I was floating on? It came from town! If we fish it out, I can do, like--" He wiggles his fingers. "Magic shit. It could help us track them!"
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He can't be the only one who made it off the island. If Jeff's responsible for the rescue, then they're all screwed.
...fuck.
He looks at Royal helplessly, then.
Wait.
LIGHTBULB!
"Oh! I can help! The-- that piece of wood I was floating on? It came from town! If we fish it out, I can do, like--" He wiggles his fingers. "Magic shit. It could help us track them!"