"Ugh," Ratface said as he was slowly regaining consciousness. He was also recalling very slowly what had happened as his eyes were opening up to see a bright blue sky with smoke partly covering it. Steadily his hearing was returning as well.
"Argh, hmmpf," he was fighting to get to his feet and trying to block out all incoming noises, screams of people, agonsing torture to his ears.
He did not care to hear people suffer, the loud noises, everything else.
Then, from a distance, he heard a cry penetrating all other screams.
"What the hell?" He stood up and knacked his back and neck. Everything felt so stiff. The rat took a while to readjust his orientation and realisation finally hit him. He had crashed and was one of the survivors.
Seeing various bodies laying about and the plane in pieces, he could only think to himself how unlucky he was.
"Christ, why am I alive?" He mumbled.
He would have rather have died from the crash than to try to survive on an island awaiting rescue.
The contractor, he thought to himself with wide eyes.
Partially flailing, stumbling back on the ground, desperately trying to find his temporary 'boss'. It would all be for naught and in fact he could be in grave danger if this guy would have died in the plane crash.
Staggering around the bodies and unconscious people to find the contractor, he was slowly approaching the side of the water. Then he stood still, shocked.
"Sh...." He wanted to start cursing, but his voice was drowned out by the noise of a new wave the sea was bringing in onto shore, splashing over the thing that upset Ratface the most right now at this point in time in his life.
He found the dead body of his contractor, and he couldn't have been more annoyed or more upset at life. He needed this guy alive. Of course, they needed to be rescued in the first place, but being rescued and not having the guy with him... He would get into heaps of trouble.
It was not relieving at all to him he was still alive. He would have rather been dead.
Being the type of person he is, he also does not want to take his own life, no matter how dire the situation. Self-preservation is highest priority to him, and while he could have died due to the plane crashing, he didn't. Ratface knew he had to learn to face this fact. There was no other choice than to push on. He could never willingfully take his own life.
The white rat finally calmed down and took a look at his hands. The gloves were still on his hands.
"Good," he sighed. The only thing he had he knew he could keep under control in his life.
Although the gloves were slightly damaged and scruffed, they were still covering his finger tops and most of his hands.
Looking along the shoreline, he found the sound of the cries that have been bothering him up until this point. He wanted it to end.
Following the shoreline, he headed to a cage that was slowly being taken away by the sea.
I could leave the sea to take care of it... but that is going to take too long, he thought to himself.
He reached the cage and looked at it without yet touching it. He saw the small creature within it, a dragon.
"Well, well... Interesting critter you are," he said to the dragon struggling in the cage.
"Will you stop making such a noise if I help you out? You seem to be in pain, and the water creeping up on you is probably not the most comforting thought to you."
After a short pause to let the dragon think, Ratface slowly reached out to grab the cage. "Now don't bite or you're going back." He picked up the cage, walked away from the shoreline mroe closer to where Ratface found himself waking up prior, nearing a treeline going more in-land. He placed the cage down and opened it up, carefully and delicately trying to get the critter out without adding to his pain.