"drake sits deep in the forest upon a mound of dead bodies of all sorts. soldiers, natives, beast of all kinds you name it, its there. his fingers are entwined together as he rest his chin upon them, looking at nothing but yet everything. a small cargo ship lands in a clearing near where Drake is, they seem to be taking the carcasses with them, Drake pays this no mind as his orders are done. he simply awaits the next orders to come"