Constitution 2

Constitution +2

After Xia Lun finished explaining his plan, a brief silence fell over the cave. For a moment, the only sound was the bubbling of the Coconut Milk Seafood Soup.

Xia Lun stood, his gaze slowly sweeping over Brigadier General, who was frowning in thought; Nun, who was studying the notebook; Horn, who looked utterly bewildered; and Gunner, who was stuffing his face with meat.

A moment later, Horn broke the silence. "Huh? Why did everyone suddenly stop talking? And why the long faces? Sir Xia Lun found a way off the island. Shouldn't we be happy?"

"Rationally, I think we should." Brigadier General took a roll of tobacco from his pocket, stuffed it into his pipe, and held it near the campfire before taking a gentle puff. "But emotionally, it's a little hard to believe. Lighting a piece of wood to escape a deserted island really is counterintuitive."

He paused, then tapped his pipe against the ground. "Still, I'm willing to believe it's possible."

"Uh." Horn was momentarily at a loss. He hadn't given it much thought, but now that Brigadier General had brought it up, he realized it did sound a little too fantastical.

"As much as I hope it's true, it really doesn't make much sense." Nun Delis closed the notebook and raised her chin slightly, the smile vanishing from her face. "After we light the wood, is a portal out of a fairy tale supposed to appear? Or will a ship suddenly show up?"

"Uh, Delis, you really do overthink things." Horn scratched his head, his brow furrowing until his features nearly scrunched into a single point. "But if you ask me, action matters more than thought. We'll find out when we try."

"That's common sense, not overthinking," Nun Delis countered. "Not using our heads