Ash The World Turns

I have remarked before how I'm not that observant.  Its a personal failing, I miss obvious details, I don't pay attention to real problems. After all these years it still remains my greatest weakness (well that and bullets, but unlike bullets I can work on this one!) But even I can tell when an entire island is on fire.  Well not exactly on fire anymore, but having been on fire and filling the area with thick acrid smoke.

"Left a kettle on when you were last here?" The not child had been petulant the whole trip, I don't feel the need to write down all of her pithy little comments, just know they were obnoxious.

"You know its funny I'm the one known for burning down things so this would be a new one on me." Hilariously I'd find out later that Nidget and Andre also burned down Brownwater without me, I tell you this world just likes things to burn. I pulled the boat to shore and could see several places the fire had started and the fuel that had been used.  There was also another boat docked there, but considerably better equipped than my little rowboat. From the island's devastated view point clearly the owner of the boat had come to kill Hilda.  Couldn't say I was too broken up about it, but it did mean I was left with a petulant not child.

"Stay here."

"Where am I going to go, my hands are shackled behind my back."

"Drown, and that would just kill me." It really would I'd be heartbroken I'd have to do something with the body. She made a rude face (it was all she really had) and I moved into the middle of the smoldering forest.Whoever had burned it down knew what they were doing, Not a single living thing managed to survive.  Hilda's shack had managed to make it, I'm guessing through some effort of magical ability from her. Hilda herself had not managed to make it, she had a bullet in her head and several in her chest region (I say region because the kind of high caliber rounds used it became more like a general torso, that and I didn't want to see old lady boobs sue me).  Emerging from the hut was her killer Mordere.

"Mr. Lorentino." Was all he said, his hand already on the handle of his revolver in greeting. I tell you its almost like we weren't friends, which we totally aren't, but still.