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I wait for the other two to get up, or at least Carcina to, the dwarf seems content to watch me with one eye open. But with hours on the clock i figure i have plenty of time to mess with the arm cannon, so i start trying to take it apart however i figure out i can, my knife makes an ok screw driver and is at least thick enough to be a pry bar, but a camp fire is no substitute for sunlight. I manage to figure out how to get most of it taken apart but that leaves me with more questions. What'r all the wires for? Why does a gun need a box with a lightning bolt and something heavy in it if it's not where the ammo is stored? What idiot makes a gun with over 40 little moving pieces? Why are there so many little cable shoved into the arm itself under all this metal? Why the fuck does a gun need little spinning disk, under an aluminum fence? I can tell it's meant to blow air for something. The after a moment identifying the chamber i do see more little cables inside and they were connected to the box thing. Maybe that box has something to do with blowing up the coal that is attached to the glued together buckshot?
As that realization hits me i start to understand that the funny ammo is some kind of replacement for shotgun shells and powder but not one i can work with. Still a part of me realizes i CAN make this ammo, but i dont have the MEANS to do so. There's a material i don't know of involved, i just need to figure it out later.
With a tired grunt set to putting most of the gun back together and throwing it into chestnuts saddlebag. And with yet MORE time to kill i start looking at the stars and come to yet another frustrating realization. Constellations are all wrong, they're outright missing. This isn't even my own night sky. I look to my current posse, still sleeping. I'm stranded somewhere i may never reach the USA again, but the USA seems to be reaching here somehow. With nobody and nothing familiar to boot, I clasp my hands and start to pray.
"Lord. I don't reckon I been the a good servant. Probably down right one o' yer more sinful ones to boot. Given the state I be in ah can probably reckon i ain't fit heaven non. . But if this here predicament bein so far from home and so far from alive and breathing home ain't no punishment. Ah am pretty lost, i can really use some sense of direction."
For a good minute, i feel nothing, then my vision starts to burn and i can't see right.
