Black Lagoon: The Island of Lost Souls

2 ‐ Dustin and The Lagoon

(A/N: Any text surrounded by these (■) boxes indicates a flashback in the story. )

The sound of voices and movement would be what finally woke Dustin up. Grunting, he would try to sit up, but the pain in his shoulder prevented him from doing so. He'd wince, baring his teeth again.

"Damn it.."

So instead, he began to open his eyes. He saw that he was laid out on a sofa, and once his eyes had adjusted to the light, he saw he was in some sort of a building or apartment, with about three strangers standing away from him, staring at him like he was some kind of a zoo animal. Reasonably confused, he'd look up at them with fully focused eyes.

"Who the hell are you guys? And where am I?" He'd ask, the Lagoon members hearing his noticeable British accent for the first time.

"You're in Alice's Wonderland..." Revy replied in a sarcastic tone, holding a can of beer in her hand as she leaned on a chair and stared at Dustin. "Where the fuck do you think you are?"

Dustin would sigh, placing a hand on his bandaged shoulder. "Great, the first woman I've come across in years has the attitude of an angsty teenager.."

Upon hearing that comment, Revy would perk up, slamming her beer can on the table next to her."Say that shit again and I'll make you a new bullet wound, asshole.."

"Hey, hey, calm down! People in Thailand must not have a sense of humor.." Dustin said, before Revy walked over and grabbed him by the shirt. "What did I just say, you-!"

"Revy.. put him down."

Dutch would walk in now, wearing his sunglasses and a dark green sleeveless vest. A cigarette hung from his lips as he got a good look at the man currently sitting on their sofa. "So this is the stranger you talked about on the phone, Feng?" Dutch asked, turning to the other woman.

"Yeah.. Rock said he ran into him while he was out for groceries.. said he was bleeding from the shoulder, and then he just passed out. He carried him here." Feng replied, adjusting her glasses. "I fixed up his wound and applied some bandages."

"Hm... I see." Dutch responded, taking a drag from his cigarette and walking closer over to Dustin. He'd stand tall, looking down at the British man.

"Okay, stranger. I'm gonna ask you a few questions, and I want some serious answers in return. Acting like you're Steve Buscemi won't cut your ass anything in this city."

"Wait, this is Roanapur, right..? Fuck, I should've known.." Dustin replied, finally realizing the mistake he had made.

"Wow, I can't believe it. He's learning already." Revy said, swishing the remaining beer in the can she had.

"That's enough, Revy." Dutch would say again, before turning back to Dustin. "What's your name, stranger? It's obvious you're not from here, anyways."

"The name's Dustin... Dustin Pyle." Dustin replied.

"How did you end up here in Roanapur, Dustin? Because I'd say this city isn't exactly the finest place for tourists to be walking around in." Dutch asked next, the glare of the sunlight reflecting off of his sunglasses. "Especially some British chump like you."

"I was a worker on the deck of some freighter traveling for an overseas company... a bunch of ragtag mercenaries attacked the ship, I tried to fight back and I jumped overboard.. and got shot in the process." Dustin said, pointing at his bandaged shoulder. "And hey lady, thanks for fixing me up." Dustin added, thanking Feng as he gave a nod towards her.