Far Cry 5 One-Shot Collection

The Way Things Were

With the few amount of times you've been there it was only a matter of time before you stumbled across the Seed's personal dock. So far you've found it to be a surprisingly nice spot to fish and with the view to accompany it it's no wonder the Seed's chose this location to set up shop.

Although from what you've heard you almost wouldn't be surprised if they acquired the property through some form of nefarious means.

Still, you're not here to judge. You're simply here taking a break from the hell storm that is Eden's Gate versus The Resistance. You seriously need one at this point.

You huff as you reel in your empty line, quick to throw it back out into calm waters. Your radio, normally alive with calls for help and assistance, is silent save for the quiet country songs playing in the background.

You may not agree with what Eden's Gate are doing or stand for, but you can't deny just how catchy and memorable their songs are. It's no wonder people join them if that's their method of propaganda.

Staring blankly at the water, watching it calmly ebb and flow by, you find yourself just enjoying the stillness of it all. Other than the quiet hum of the radio only nature's sounds surround you.

The whimsical songs of the birds, joined by a gentle breeze have somehow managed to put your twitchy form to a temporary rest. Even the water from the river, gently lapping at the sole of your boot and the floats of your seaplane, has managed to cool your stress and troubles.

The same can't quite be said for your mind however.

You briefly glance at the radio as one song ends and another quickly takes its place, humming along as you absentmindedly tap your foot against the waters surface. It's probably this unconscious movement that's scaring the fish away, but you don't think of it.

You're not thinking much of anything at the moment. At least you're trying not too. If you think too much about what you're doing you'll no doubt start feeling guilty that you've basically taken a day off to fish of all things.

It's funny how things change, you muse. You never would of dreamed of going fishing back home. It never interested you, always seeming so boring and time consuming. Also fishing was illegal at your local river, so you wouldn't have been able too anyway. At least that's the excuse you'll use if anyone asks. And no one will.

You sigh at that. No, no one really asks you anything about yourself. It's always 'Deputy this, and Deputy that'. The only ones that know even a good amount about you are your colleagues and Nick and Kim Rye, and the latter only know so much because you needed a place to safely store your humble seaplane.

Which isn't to say that you don't like talking to the Rye's or anything. You're just a reserved person is all. Always have been. Some may even say antisocial, but you'd argue otherwise.

Although thinking about it there is one other person who knows a bit more about you than your colleagues and the Rye's do, but you think it's safe to say that that relationship is rather... complicated at the moment.

John Seed; ex-lawyer, plane enthusiast, and 'The Baptist of Eden's Gate'. You know that things have changed between the two of you, but there's also a small part of you that knows that nothing has. It's still the same ol' John that you got to know, - charming, funny, temperamental at times, and still looking for things to say 'yes' too apparently - only now you're not left to wonder if the rumours about him were true.

Everyone you spoke to about the Seed's all near enough said the same thing: that they weren't to be trusted. That they were suspicious and up to no good. Even your new colleagues at the time had said something similar, warning you away from them.