Adarsh

Maybe later people would come back and ignore her request. That's all it was at this point anyway given their lack of any real authority. But, Selin was real good at using the honor system. At this point, people were slowly filing out, so she trusted that for now, maybe at least today, nobody would go back in and take more than they need.

"I don't know about that. I think I've just got a good grasp on the sharing is caring policy. It's a common lesson you need to remind eight year olds about every now and again." She responded back playfully, wanting to keep the air light with Adarsh. She was already surprised by the fact he was sticking around, and she wasn't going to make things worse by making things awkward. "And I don't think they would have listened to me fully if you didn't back me up. So I appreciate that."

At the compliment - because it was clearly a compliment - he turned to her, a grin on his face. He decided to ignore the feeling of betrayal, especially now his help had been appreciated. "Well, I would've probably made things worse if you hadn't been here to be the voice of reason," he said. He did mean it as a joke, but he also genuinely thought he would've somehow made things explode. He would've probably punched someone. That was very likely. Mister Entitled would've been top candidate.

"So thank you, for having my back, and being more sane than that bunch."

"You didn't sing a clean up song?" he asked, surprised that he had the thought, and that he cared to ask it. Despite having some of his memories back, he hadn't shared them with most people. He wondered if he'd gotten his daughters to clean up with a song.

He hummed, then started helping her. It would look terrible if he walked away now. And also it wouldn't be nice to Selin to make her do all the heavy lifting. He put as much into his arms as he could carry. "Maybe we should put a lock on this door. Or put someone on guard."

"So nobody can just go off and burn this entire place to the ground, basically, is what you're saying. Which, aside from stopping you from healing everyone no matter how many get injured, also means that if something else comes at this place, everyone has limited powers to fight back using them." Which was just as jarring to find out - then again, her group did it for decades without any superpower, so really, even the limited powers give an advantage compared to what Rosey was used to.

I trust you. This guy was either an idiot who gave his trust so easy, or thought Rosey was an idiot for believing that sentence after half an hour of conversation. Either way, Rosey was kind of having fun with this conversation. She shook her head, "I still can't believe they actually could do that. That nothing leaked and they weren't jailed after what happened with us." That, at least, was an actual honest sentiment.

And there it was - little prodding here and there, and now he was spilling a bunch of different powers. Rosey filed them away in her brain - it would be useful to know whether or not those powers would actually be used against her. She wondered if the man knew just how much ammunition he was handing her with all the badmouthing he was doing of his fellow neighbors. She didn't have plans to spread it around just yet, but if she had to in the future... oh well.

She wrapped her arms around her waist, though, glanced down for a quick moment as if she was considering even asking the question. Have to play the naive, hopeful part right. "But not-- not all of them would possibly try something, right? I cannot believe that this many people all, collectively, would let these assholes manipulate them into turning against us." Another pause and then her voice was a tad bit weaker, less sure, but still hopeful, as she asked, "...Right?"

"We can't fight, and we can't fight back, yes. If they send in another load of robot hornets, we might lose people again." And that would be bad. Though he wanted to follow those things and find out where they were headed to. Destroy all of them.

"People with money rule the world, not that hard to believe they would be able to do it again," he suggested. There were enough big leagues in the world who could do whatever they pleased. And maybe his look on the world was too dark, but he thought an experiment like this got far more support than it deserved.

Adarsh thought the more she heard, the more she would get scared of those within camp. She might need to see some things in real life, perhaps over the course of the next minute someone could come running towards him in need for healing... not that would be asking too much of the universe.

He frowned. "It doesn't matter if not everyone thinks that way, this place doesn't have authority, nobody is in charge, so everyone is in charge."

When the wet sound reached his ears, he smiled proudly. Of course he'd been able to do it, even without his powers, this new job was suiting him well. He didn't think he was the nurturing type - though he did have two daughters, as his memories had revealed. "You would've had to wait for Akhila's hours," he said, walking back to the closet and getting a sling out. "It's best to rest it for a while. I would give you some pain medication, but we're low on those. Here." He offered the sling.

He crossed his arms, confused by the sudden interest. They'd never spoken much, or at all. And he hadn't proven to be the small talk kind of person. "Akhila only works a few hours a day, something about protecting her sanity. Not her words. All the other hours, I'm the boss, except if you have an emergency that goes beyond my capabilities." He'd never admit to anyone that he was reading up on medical stuff from the books Selin had collected in her library. That meant admitting that one: he liked this job, and two: he read.

"I'm pretty sure she trusts me." As far as she could throw him. Which wasn't far. He didn't think she was as eager to leave him in charge, but it was also easier to leave him in charge. He didn't think the bone doctor much liked fixing people's boo-boos. He also didn't, but he did enjoy how useful he was. "Does one get along with Dr. Akhila? Do you?"

And no offense Tyrique, but Tej's attention span currently sat at an all-time low. He lingered, he leveled a serious look at the tower as Tyrique's whining buzzed lower.

Tej searched the upper windows for a shadow. Or even a light. Just a glance, for no reason at all.

A shout broke the spell.

"Me?" Tej whirled around to see Adarsh marching over. Immediately on the defensive, at first Tej mistook the you to be directed at him. Until Tyrique clawed and painfully clambered up and made a run for it.

"The hell is that all about," he quizzed Adarsh. He hadn't quite seen anyone dodge Adarsh in a minute. But very impressive to do so when waiting for medical care. "He owe you money or something." Wrecked Adarsh's car, fucked his sister? "What'd you do to him?"

The scientist was running straight for the tunnels, so Adarsh didn’t run to follow, he knew he’d catch up.

“And I mean to find out what he’s hiding!” He yelled back. “Are you coming?!”

But this was more simple. The people here for the most part seemed scared and confused. That lockdown mentality hitting and making them feel defenseless. At least they weren't calling for harm to come to Rosey and Hana...at least not yet.

"I can help people with fishing, and having more hands with the garden just means more crops. And I'm sure if anyone asks, Lokni would be willing to take you hunting with him if it means we're not working against each other." Selin added on to Adarsh's more straight forward response to peoples concerns.

When someone made the accusation that the two of them might raid the warehouse the moment they put their stuff back, Selin couldn't help but scoff. "Really? I have not spent my time on this island making sure everyone on this island felt safe, secure, and comfortable, just for you to think I would be so self serving." It was difficult to hide the annoyance in her voice. She thought by now she had made enough of a name for herself that an assumption like that wouldn't cross anyone's mind.

"Whether any of you like it or not, we're all stuck here together. And the only way we survive is by putting in the work, working together and trusting each other. So put down the excess, take what you need, and give us time to figure this out. Got it?" She eyed the crowd, a stern attempt at authority that, to her surprise, seemed to be that last little push people needed. Some people started walking out, hands empty as everything they had clattered to the floor. Others, put their stuff away on the shelves and only took what would be their daily rations.

"People can be such a pain sometimes." she sighed, trying to keep her voice low.

He smirked as Selin bit back. He knew she had a back bone, she wasn’t all goody-two-shoes-y. But as he thought that the smirk disappeared, remembering that she’d kept the fact that their paths had crossed from him for a long time. Now, angry as he had been those first weeks, and violent as he’d proven himself, he could sort of understand why… but that didn’t mean he liked it.

If he had been more of a wallflower on the island, he might’ve raided the warehouse after deflecting everyone from it. But he wasn’t going to have anyone call him a liar.

“Maybe you wouldn’t! But he might!”

Adarsh scoffed. “Annoyed to see I’m not there with you giving into histeria?”

His words might’ve put oil on the fire again, if not for Selin’s soothing argument. He was glad, though he’d never admit it, to have former school teacher Selin with him.

His arms crossed again, he joined her side, watching as the crowd slowly dispersed, the last few people leaving cans and what not on the ground - he threw those an annoyed look, since they couldn’t be bothered to bring it back in. A last slight as they slithered off.

Still, she smiled, her eyes widened in surprise and a little bit of awe. "That's quite a handy power to get. And even if you can only use it three times per day, that is a lot of miracles you can do." She would have loved to have healing abilities. Any one of these powers, really, not that she wanted to show any of her jealousy to this man. There was one part that got her curious, though. "This three times thing you mentioned-- how does that work exactly?"

He actually looked and sounded genuine about wanting to hunt down the two scientists, and it made Rosey wonder if maybe she misjudged him on first glance, but could she really make the mistake of assuming the best in people when it came to this? The smartest thing she could do was stay vigilante and make sure she didn't get stabbed in the back. She could play nice and stay on her toes at the same time. "Unfortunately it is not that easy, just running them down like that. Trust me, if it was, we would have done it already."

Mundane powers like enhanced hearing and invisibility. Did he hear himself? Both of those sounded amazing. Any powers Rosey has heard so far sounded amazing and she wished she could have it. If there was a way to get something without risking her life all over again, she would already be jumping onto the opportunity. Did this guy even realize just how amazing of a gift he was given? (in completely horrible circumstances of course! but these powers!) "What do Tej and Zaid have?" she asked, merely curiousity in her voice. "You know, so that I know what to look out for."

No way to tell who would use their powers. Rosey looked down, showing distress in her body, wrapping her arms around herself as she glanced back up at Adarsh. "So this Tej and Zaid... are they the ones you think I should look out for? Who are more likely to use their powers against us? Or are there others I should look out for?"

“It used to be extremely handy,” he lied. “When I could heal without restrictions, I’ve brought two people back from the brink of death. However, this new limit, in my case, it affords me the possibility to heal three injuries, but often only minor ones. It’s as if our overlords recognised we could simply survive whatever shit they threw at us as long as I got to the scene quickly enough and decided we’d be better off actually trying to survive their little tests.” If he could sell the lie with his hatred for the people behind all of this, he could come off as more convincing, so he believed.

“I trust you,” he said. As if. “If it was that easy, they wouldn’t have been able to start a second experiment.” But money, and resources, and people who liked to play with the lives of others. He didn’t know why others had signed their lives away, but he’d clearly been desperate enough. It was unfair to anyone.

He shrugged, as if he wasn’t sure how to properly name them. “Something with spontaneous combustion and light manipulation, hard to name, harder even to describe. One just explodes into lava, the other can slice you to pieces with light.” Or something like that. Lets be honest, he’d never much cared to find out.

”They can be dangerous,” he said. “But nobody else is particularly sane either. There is the stormbringer, Lokni, pretty sure he can bbq you with lightning; the shy little pest that lives out in the woods by themself, Baskar, not sure they aren’t hiding some horrible past; our renowed doctor might have the skills but she can speed up her movements, might send you flying without knowing, and she needs to eat so much to keep her strength up, this situation will not serve her; there is the idiot who is stronger than any person, they are clumsy as hell. And of course, most of them look as if they’ve never went a day without food, their little monkey brains are bound to go haywire about all this, combined with their powers… melting pot for disaster.” He paused. “There are some who are immune to it of course. It’s not as if with the food from the warehouse gone we won’t have sufficient alternatives.” And he did truly believe that.

Fortunately Adarsh himself offered an out by continuing the nonsensical conversation, giving Alex a reason to continue prolonging the foreplay instead of just melting against the other man and finally getting them to the promised land. "Mmmm," Alex hummed, bringing his hands around to Adarsh's chest to rub his well-defined muscle, up over his shoulders, down his biceps and back again, "I've tasted just about every kind of cake there is and then some." He gave a wide, sudden grin, leaning in to drag his nose along Adarsh's cheek to say low in his ear, "--and I know you're pretty partial to cake yourself." So far they'd done just about every variety of hand and/or mouth stuff, some of it intended for the act itself and some of it intended as lead-up, but the lead-up had never quite reached the main act. It was almost funny by this point.

Although, taking in the way that Adarsh's whole strong body was tense as bowstring under Alex right now, maybe it was only funny to one person. "I love them both," Alex said seriously, sitting up higher in Adarsh's lap with his hands on the other man's shoulders, "but they show up in combinations that are just unholy. Nobody needs matcha potato chips or pumpkin spice chicken wings."

The wind was tossing Alex's hair around, making a high wild rumple of his curls, and he squared his shoulders as he shifted his hips down more fully against Adarsh. Alex wasn't very big, but he knew his strengths; his compact, tight body that thickened and softened in the right places, enough to grab hold of if you liked a handful. And Adarsh, for all that this island was a banquet of attractive partners for anybody interested, seemed perpetually starving.

Now, on the other hand, Adarsh had no memories of ever having been with another man, so he was also a bit scared he'd not be able to live up to Alex' expectations.

But when Alex spoke of cake and whispered in his ear, he very easily forgot that. He wanted that cake. He shuddered, "I do really crave cake," he groaned. A true craving.

He chuckled, though it was distant and lack-luster, his mind was not at all concerned about matcha and pumpkin spice. And before he even needed to come up with some quick response, Alex led him down a new path. His body instantly reacting to the words, and his head spinning.

He hung from every word, rock hard beneath Alex through the loose fabric of the FLOWR underwear he wore as swimming trunks. He wasn't sure if he could consider this teasing or if there was more to it, but it was as if his body could finally catch up to his brain. He'd loved all the moments of build up, even if at times he responded with desperation to the teasing, and when they'd been interupted in their build up, he'd been annoyed and angry enough to throw things - though he never did.

He wanted to say something witty.

One can dream.

"Who should I be staying away from then?" Rosey asked, her expression turning just a smidge visibly worried, to keep him talking, to get as much information out of him. And maybe to let him dig himself as deep as he could. "Oh, so you're a doctor?"

She nodded. "I agree, it's not us who are the enemy. You are not our enemies. We should be working together, looking at them instead of letting them turn us against each other." This one at least she completely agreed with, though she wondered how much the guy really meant that or if he was just saying what he thought she needed to hear.

And there it came - the real meat of what she was hoping to get out of him, if he was playing this game. Information about people's powers. (She knew he could be lying, but there had to be some truth to it, she could later figure that part out.) "Oh, really? Those are-- those are quite strong powers. Does everyone have something similar of that nature? Powers that can be so directly used to-- fight each other? Hurt each other?"

"I'm not a doctor," he said. "I got a healing power, and while these days I only have enough for maybe three miracles, I've learned a lot skills," he added proudly. Because he felt like people were always questioning him and what he was even doing at the medicentre. He still got surprised looks when he, the one who during the first meeting Lindi called got called out for punching two people, ended up having to apply a bandage or prescribe drugs. He felt like he was good at it though.

He felt maybe a tinsy bit bad about trying to get rid of her when she very much echoed how he felt about the island and whomever ran it. It didn't matter that he'd agreed with this, he wanted someone to pay. He wanted to kick someone's ass and he wanted all his memories back. "Exactly! We should be hunting those bastards down, instead of letting them run the whole show!" He sounded angry and eager, almost making it obvious that he was faking concern for her.

"Not everyone, there are some with more mundane powers, like enhanced hearing and invisibility, but some people have the ones that you should look out for. Like Tej and Zaid." Okay, so he was name dropping. "But even the mundane ones can get out of hand," he added.

He nodded, though he was exagerating, perhaps once a month he had to help someone out, but usually it was accidents with people's powers. "Nobody learned to really control them well before there started to be limits to it, and those who did... you can never be sure they won't use it now." He sighed, as if this was a problem he'd been struggling with for a much longer time.

Considering the way Adarsh easily leapt into action, he was certainly the enforcer out of the two of them here. Both of them now forced to work together against a mostly tame mob of people. It felt strange, after not talking at all since Selin revealed the familiarity with him that she had been keeping secret for the past year. At least in this moment her secret keeping didn't really matter.

"We don't need to fight, or get aggressive with each other. You threw your little tantrum now we can use our heads and think logically about this." She spoke slowly, too much in her teacher brain, not intending to be condescending but it could have been interpreted that way. The man removed his arm from Adarsh's grasp when he felt the pressure, trying to still seem tough even though that pained yelp didn't do him any favours. "Exactly," Selin spoke up in agreement with Adarsh's stance on people's questions. "Mass hysteria from the get-go will just make things worse. We have the garden, we have the fishing hole, I'm sure in the woods there are animals to hunt for those up to it. We have the means to survive beyond just what's in here."

Admitting to the tension between him and Selin wasn't going to help that situation.

He'd much rather play good cop, bad cop. Or some version of that. He smirked when Selin called it a little tantrum, that was bound to set mister entitled in his place.

"I suggest you all put the food you took down, or better yet place it back where you got it from, we'll make sure all of you get plenty to make it through the day."

"And until then, I suggest you start learning how to fish, hunt, or harvest, because the fact that you're all here means you have too much time on your hands!"

He felt like he could say that: after all, he spend most of his time at the medicentre taking care of minor incidents.

Some people actually started to move, putting the food down or returning to the warehouse. But some kept standing.

At Adarsh's own confession, Alex clucked, laughing slightly as he slung himself into Adarsh's lap fully, putting his arms around the man's neck as he kneeled up over his hips. Just close enough to make contact, not close enough to fulfill any deeper need. Which was probably a foolhardy move, given the number of times they'd failed to sink the ball -- so to speak -- in all their fooling around, but Alex couldn't help himself. Adarsh was delicious when he was being teased and thrown off-balance and Alex wasn't above exercising any power he had in that arena.

“Too much food colouring, that can’t be good for anyone,” he said, and then sputtered at the mention of lemonade. “If it was for say… a kid’s birthday party, I could get that… but aside from some food dye on cupcakes, I’d rather stick with just my obsidian beach being charcoal coloured.” He had tried to remember more about his daughters, their names, ages, birthday parties, if he read them stories at night, if he’d been a good father. Had he ever made them charcoal coloured lemonade for a birthday?

Was it possible to die from teasing, because when Alex swung himself over his lap and proceeded to hoover, Adarsh let out a grumbling whine. His body boiling with the need to have Alex closer, but for every step he wanted to be taken forward, the other seemed to be waiting for the right moment to put his foot down. The hand in Alex’s hair tugged a little, as if trying to command him to just let himself fall.

He shuddered at the kisses and breathe against his hairline, his hand difting downwards to between Alex’s shoulder blades. The lengthy moan when the other rocked his hips against his was stiffled as he dug his mouth into the crook of Alex’ neck. He let his hand slip down further and cupped Alex’ ass while straightening his back and bringing his now free hand to his thigh. He kissed Alex’s neck feverishly for a moment, before pulling back to look up at him.

While he wanted nothing more than Alex beneath him, looking up at that handsome face was just as thrilling. “I take it you’ve sampled your share of red velvet cakes,” he said, his words hot with want. “And coloured foods.” His lips tasted more salty now, after connecting with Alex’ skin, and there was something about the left over texture of the ocean that made him feel a lot more solid. He’d always thought he’d lived near the beach as a child.

“So what do you think about the matcha and pumpkin spice craze?” It wasn’t a serious question but Adarsh loved it when Alex ranted, the flow of his words, the natural way he moved through subjects. He’d gladly worship his body while Alex talked to him about whatever he wished.

He said he believed everyone should make their own decisions about whether they'd want to stay or not, and for just a second Rosey hoped that he would be on her side. But then he continued, stressing that he just didn't want her to get hurt because of other people, and she almost burst into laughter. So he was here to convince her to leave and make it seem like it was fully her decision, he had nothing to do with it.

Great. Just great fun.

And she'd damn well make it fun. If he wanted to play this game, she could play it along with him.

A glimmer of intrigue and hope appeared on her expression. "So you're here to help me stay, make sure those people don't actually get to me? That is very kind of you. Heroic, even, if I do say so myself."

"I'm here to warn you who to look out for," he told her. "And if anything happens, where to find me." And he'd play the surprised onlooker, scared shitless in her stead. He was no actor, but he'd been something similar enough, he figured if he'd been so good at conning people, he could do the same on the island. While having no idea that at least his former self knew which battles to choose.

"Just doing what everyone else should be doing. It makes no sense to turn on each other, that's what they want." That was one of the last things he'd told Darcy, that he thought the people who ran this place wanted them to turn on each other, to divide and conquer. He might be right after all.

"The ones you have to look out for don't really plan, they just show up and start throwing their superpowers around. They act all kind and fun, and then suddenly you watch one of them combust into lava. Or throw disks of lights, or whip up a scary storm." He tried to look scared himself. "I've seen it all, down at the Med-centre, even healed a few people who had their skin completely burned off." He didn't mention that Florida Man could've been saved from that fate if he hadn't let him trip in Zaid's direction.

"It's disconcerting, isn't it?" Alex clapped a hand to his head where his sunglasses were sitting, keeping them from blowing away in one of the strong gusts that hit the shore periodically. He slipped them down onto his face and gave Adarsh a scrunchy grin before scooting closer to the other man on the tatami mat they were sitting on, weighted down with chunks of black rock that could be found on the beach. "The black sand, I mean. It's like the physical equivalent to eating food that's been coloured black with charcoal and has no business being that colour."

Alex brushed at the sand that was clinging in a streak to Adarsh's thigh, before impulsively bending to kiss the spot of skin he'd just wiped; warm and smelling of the salt water they'd been swimming in a short while ago before coming back to the shore to bask in the sun. He kept his hand there when he sat back up again, smoothing his palm over Adarsh's thigh as he continued, "...pitch black croissants. Midnight coloured custard tarts. Vantablack pancake syrup. Deeply unsettling."

He was smiling back at Alex, studying him. He was so freaking hot, it made his head spin. He could talk about paper cranes and Adarsh would still hang from his every word. "The only difference is that I think this beach is natural," he said in return, though it was hardly thought about, his eyes and mind too busy trying to guess at Alex's next move. How badly he wanted Alex beneath him.

He shuddered at the kiss and the warmth of Alex's hand, let out a small grunt of disapproval when Alex kissed the side of his mouth, then a sigh of contentment when their lips touched. A chuckled escaped as Alex kept talking about food being dyed black.

“Had an accident,” he mumbled, looking up at the person speaking to him. Of course, it was Adarsh. Jin’s jaw clenched a little, but he didn’t say anything more. He looked away from him instead. He hoped the fact he was clearly in pain was enough to mask the uncomfortable look on his face. “I was carving something and the knife slipped.” He said instead, hoping the lie was believable enough to explain why he had a whole gash in the palm of his hand. 

“Can you do anything about it or do I need to wait for the other doctor?” He arched an eyebrow, looking up to see Adrash’s reaction. 

Of course, he would've used his ability on the wound right away, knowing he still had some juice in the bracelet and that it would be much cleaner: it would mean no time to heal for the other, and no further check-ups. - He dreaded those because he always feared Akhila would suddenly burst in and start telling him he'd completely ruined someone's limb.

Yet, the comment made the friendly smile disappear. The other doctor. He felt like he'd proven himself by now, but anyone questioning his abilities tended to step on a sore spot.

"Don't worry, you don't need to wait around, I can fix you up." Though he'd do it the old fashioned way. He grabbed some cloth and alcohol to clean the wound, since the other had said it was made by a knife. He frowned. "Pretty deep wound," he said, as it kept bleeding. "Probably a good idea if you sit down."

He figured Akhila might love that wet sound of a bone being pushed back in. But she wasn’t here. 

He bit the inside of his mouth and nodded slowly. He remembered Lokni, or as he referred to him: stormbringer, from their first encounter. And as he’d always felt rather ashamed of what he’d done, and for how he’d acted those first weeks. Even though, technically, he felt like he’d been in his right given how shitty his situation was in comparison to everyone else. He deserved to feel completely lost. However, being an enormous asshole less so. 

He sort of hoped Lokni had forgotten all about him. 

“Yeah, of course,” he said. “I’ve done one of these before, that I remember, and that one went incredibly well.” As he spoke he moved next to Lokni and gently grabbed his wrist. “How did you manage this feat?” he asked, walking himself through the steps before actually doing it. “Alright, ready?” he asked, then instinctively pulled his arm forward in a quick movement, listening for the plop sound.

She has lost count how many times she's heard the announcement before. Now it just grew her headache even more.

The man wasn't the first who came up to her since then, either. But she was tired and annoyed and really, it would have been nice if she wasn't here with Hana to at least feel like the one person whom she came here with was on her side. But alas, it wasn't something that could be changed now.

No, I'm completely deaf to all speakerphones, what to do even think, she wanted to say, wanted to snap, but angering people even more against herself was not the mood. So instead she just rubbed the bridge of her nose and when she looked up at guy, she was given a kind of sheepish, kind of tired expression, none of the anger showing on her face. "Yeah, I am one of the two in question. Are you here to convince me to leave too?"

He quickly shook his head. He didn’t think he could convince anyone to leave the safety of camp. Sure, there were so far three idiots - said lovingly - who choose to live out in the wild, but he thought in general, this was the best place to be. 

Biting his lower lip, he made a quick glance at their surroundings. “No, I think it’s your own choice whether you’d want to stay or not,” he said, attempting to keep his stance as open as possible. 

“But I don’t want to see anything happen to anyone either,” he added. He was a healer now after all, how hard would it be to think he simply didn’t want anyone to get hurt. “I don’t want you to get hurt because there are people desperate enough to try and remove you from camp.” He was very proud of his line of thinking. She didn’t know him, so she wouldn’t know he was one of people on the island most likely to hurt.