"That's the funny thing about chains," I said absently as I looked at the bindings around my wrists and ankles. "They always tend to skew someone's perspective."
"Shut up," sneered Colt, smacking me across the face again. "I didn't tell you that you could speak. My first wish is that the jungle would disappear. I don't want to be here anymore."
"Okay," I shrugged, not at all concerned. "But those are two wishes. Think carefully before you give me your wish again. I wouldn't want to get it wrong and have you blame me for it. After all, you could end up back on a pirate ship."
It almost amused me how he was just digging himself deeper and deeper into a hole, thinking that he was actually giving himself a way out.
