Wheeling Gull Isle So then, let us rid ourselves of everything

"We need to consider whats best for ourselves." What was best for Malakai.

His head rested over top of the boys for a moment, his eyes closed tight, and he wasn't so blind as to not know that Malakai may have known where he was going.

"Our food." Scarce. "Our water." Salty, being clung to by the other wildlife. "Perhaps we should go on an excursion. A mission. To learn of our neighbors. To perhaps share the word of God to those who will listen, and rebuild ourselves." He knew a move would likely make Malakai revolt. So, he tried to find an answer that wouldn't be abandoning their home. Even if it may have been what they needed. "What do you think of that?"