The Old Man.

Tear Cove, Weeping Island.

The usual rugged but lively bay was scanty. 

The wind was all alone. Even the buildings were not spared from this wave of loneliness.

Their only saving grace was the few people that walked around. Still yet, the visible dark circles under their eyes accompanied by their sluggish movement proved to have a negative influence on the environment, rather than a positive one.

This was the sight that Jake and Kaleyx met with when they entered the only habitable area on the island.

As she walked, Kaleyx cocked her head at the lackluster scene, "Is something wrong?"

No matter how she thought of it, no place should look this dead.

"I don't know. If I had to guess. It would be hope!" replied Jake.

His voice was still croaky, but it was better than the time in the forest.

It had been two days since they had left the Weeping Town and now Jake was back at the home of the bounty hunters.