He kept his eyes moving. Always looking for danger. They passed the big tree he’d spent his first night in and he was very careful not to step on the little colourful red and purple spider-like bugs that were making their way across the jungle floor in order to get to the rotting fruit.
That fear that sat in his stomach like a stone returned, but he had to push it away. He had to be strong. He had to focus.
“Dash,” he whispered. “What’s your battery capacity?” He could tell that his bot’s energy was low. His lights were dim.
“An hour at most.”
“Okay,” he said, facing the pirate ship again. “We have to look after you first and then we’ll figure out the rest.”
Archer’s eyes narrowed and he grabbed his electron before taking a big breath.
“Let’s go,” he said, just before inching his way toward the pirate ship.