The axe bestowed upon her was pitiful. While it might be useful as far as blunt force went, she preferred the sharpened edge of steel. She understood that this place wasnât like her home, or the entityâs realm. She couldnât get away with indiscriminate murder, but she didnât like the feeling of vulnerability she was experiencing without her typical weapons.
There were others here, she noticed, that did have steel weapons. Swords, and even guns â although they were so unlike the guns she had seen the soldiers carrying before. If any of these people chose to attack her for any reason, she would be at their mercy. It was an unpleasant feeling; was this perhaps how the survivors felt in the entityâs realm? Unprotected and exposed?
The only way she could imagine would abate this feeling was figuring out how to make the wooden axe a better weapon. Yes, surely this would ease her anxieties. She had spent many years sharpening her steel tools; she doubted it was the same process to sharpen wood. While she was normally steadfast in her decision making, a part of her was worried that simply carving the axe a sharper blade point might damage it and she wouldnât be able to get another.
Anna was perched on a rock â a sharp knife in one hand, her new axe in another â and found herself simply staring at the objects, too frightened to start the job.
Having such an abundance of downtime made Jack much more restless than usual. Staying at home didnât suit him at all, so out he went, choosing to spend his time exploring the island and mentally mapping and making notes of places of interest. It helped give him a routine that filled his time and kept his thoughts from racing.
However, he wouldâve felt even more at ease if he had his trusty sword with him. Any time he had to himself in his own world was spent carefully tending to the blade, keeping it immaculate and finely sharpened. He missed it.
He could make use of the wooden sword provided to him, of course, but it wasnât the same. Heâd tried to care for it in the same way he did the Executioner, but no matter how hard he tried to make it so, it wasnât quite right.
As he walked through the area he decided to scope out today, he noticed a woman sitting on a rock, holding a wooden axe and a knife. The way she stared intently at the weapons yet remained still gave Jack an idea of what she wanted to do.
âYou look like youâre having trouble,â he stated plainly, approaching her. âHave you not sharpened a weapon before?â