Brendan stood in the dark, much of his body was covered from the shadows. His brown eyes illuminated the darkness of the hideouts the Seals were currently sealed in. The sound of footsteps intruded his ears and the smell of whiskey form the soldiers, the old room was dust and muggy and it was starting to give him a headache. Brendan cocked his gun and pushed open the door and into the blinding sunlight. Sand swirled up from the baron land. Brendan coughed and waved away the dust he heard the shouting of Arabians from not far away.
"Great." He muttered and coughed gently, walking down the dirt roads of the small island. His combat boots were kicking up sand and dirt as he walked along the dusty road. He kicked up some dirt, not knowing what was surrounding him. His eyes widened when he felt a gun muzzle tip against the back of his gun, he whipped around, but he was surrounded sejak Arabians.



Instantly, his position was gave away to all and all Pistol were pointing on him. The Navy meterai took a deep breath and whispered.

"And with this...

I bid you..

goodbye.." His eyes closed and gunshots rang through the country.