Wheeling Gull Isle The Apocryphon of John

Her hard gaze was met with one of disinterest. Malakai did well at this, having pretend time and time again that his sister's bullshit (even the actual blood one) meant very little to him. Inwardly, he raged. He would like to rip her look right off her face, but, alas, that likely was not the will of God. She had still only just returned to the island, after all. There was still time to see if she would open her mind up to something, someone, far greater then she believed her own self to be. 

I've lived here my whole life... Yet, a soft, remorseful smile and shrug of his shoulders. It wasn't saying much, given his age. My parents and siblings too, once. But they were gone now, as it were. @Judah would be back, he knew. Soon, soon... When he realized there was nothing for him on the mainland. 

He straightened. We called this place Sweetharbor. A haven for God's people. Where we could worship and practice our teachings without disturbance or judgement. So far, most of those which came from the mainland had only polluted his family's perfect little world and ripped them apart. Malakai wouldn't give up so easily.