“We should take a count on the gear that survived the crash.” Suggested Roberts, “Wash, how ‘bout you?”

“I’ve got a water bottle and my .380, Simon?”

“I have my med kit, the XD, and two knives that Steve gave me, Jayne what do you have?”

Jayne was sharpening his bowie knife and answered without looking up. “There’s my revolver, and this here knife. Oh ya, I grabbed a rifle stock when we crashed. Well, Steve, what did you manage to get out?”

“My backpack.”

Jayne didn’t look up as he muttered “ Fat lot a good that ‘il do us.”

Steve pulled out his bayonet and gave a remark that made Jayne look up this time. “I also have my .44, my boot, survival, and bowie knives, and a few other odds and ends.”

The survival knife was a 13 inch long knife. with a double sided blade. About halfway up the concave tip, the straight metal changed to saw-like serrations. It sported a paracord wrapped handle that was hollow to allow to allow for the storage of survival items or it could be lashed to a pole to make a spear. Steve had gotten it before the war, along with his bowie knife, and had used it for hunting and wilderness survival.

The Bowie’s 11 inch long blade was razor sharp and could easily put an end to a struggle. Even Jayne was a little intimidated by the 16 inch long piece of cold steel, which wasn’t surprising since he had personally seen Steve cut short the lives of three Reavers in just as many seconds.

Jayne was glad that Steve was in this mess with him. Apart from Shepard Book, Roberts was pretty much the only friend he had on Serenity. He had also managed to keep the Doc’s moon-brain sister occupied with that dog. It kept her out of his way, butcher knives out of his chest, and blood stains out of his shirts, well, some blood stains out of his shirts. The truth was it was pretty hard not to like the guy, admitted the mercenary.

“We best find some cleen water and try to get some food.” Suggested Jayne. “Wonder when the others will come looking for us.”

Steve was the next to speak. “Jayne’s right, we n