Wilderness Page #2

- Boys.

Hello.

-You said there was no one here.

- There bloody well shouldn't be.

Yous lot, sit down, shut up

and don't touch anything.

Look at this.

They got a proper camp going on.

Jeth, see if there's any money.

Hi. Who are you?

This island is private property.

There's no public access.

Yeah, I'm not public,

so I'll ask again, who are you?

Jed Wyler, Moorgates Young Offenders'.

Who the f*** are you?

Louise Dow, Temple Park.

I thought we had the island

to ourselves.

-Yeah, well, so did I.

- Found our stalker.

Jo, is this the little prick

that you saw?

- Get off me.

-Who the f*** are these?

- Blue, sit the f*** down!

-Yeah, you been spying on us?

- No one's been spying.

- F***ing perverts!

Can I have a word?

Yeah.

I don't want your lads near my girls.

They're enough trouble already.

I'm not exactly delighted about

the situation myself, Louise.

I've got a couple of drug dealers,

a violent sociopath,

an armed robber, a murderer

and a serial sex offender.

I don't want your girls

getting hot under the collar. Get me?

Fine. We'll keep them totally separate.

Then why don't you pack up your shiny

tents and piss offback to the mainland?

It's not going to happen.

Right, well, I'll take the north side

of the river, you take the south side.

Fine.

But I think you mean east and west.

North's that way.

Right. On yourfeet, lads,

we're moving out.

- Come on, chop, chop.

- See you later, babes, yeah?

Wanker.

So what's your name?

Jo. And you?

- Lewis.

- Lewis.

- Bye, Jo.

- Bye, Lewis.

You done?

- Stay on your side of the river.

-Yeah, yeah.

-You are such a little slut.

- Go f*** yourself.

Right, here we go, boys. Munchies.

More importantly, jobs.

Steve, Lew, there's a monastery

on our side of the river.

I want you to find it. It's on the map.

Blue and Jethro, I want you to find some

high ground in case the weather changes.

Callum and Lindsay, there's a natural

harbour. I want you to find it.

-Wait for me!

- Piss off.

-Jed said you and me.

- I didn't.

I thought you were different.

Well, I'm not! I'm just like

all the others, so f*** off!

- So you want to cross the river?

-You heard what Jed said, man.

- There's girls there.

- They're a little too white for me.

I don't care about their colour, blood.

ljust care about their gash,

you get me?

To be honest, bruv,

I don't think you really stand a chance.

Look at that chick back at camp.

What's her name? Jo.

She was only making eyes for Lewis.

Yeah, but why, Jethro?

I mean, I reckon I'm quite buff.

Buff? You see them girls?

They like the big mans, like me.

I'm big, man. Trust me, I'm big.

Where it counts.

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