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She listened to him speak, ingesting every word that he said. When he mentioned the skull, Antony's breath caught in her throat, and she had to work to swallow, the back of her mouth feeling quite dry at the moment. "A skull," she repeated, trailing off as she looked at him.

The was no way he was lying about this one.

A hand ran through her hair as she thought, they had to make that pit. Period. Jamal had put in too many man hours for them not to use the hole.

Well s**t, this was going to be eventful.

Bending down, she gathered the bamboo stakes she had made, tying them up with one of the vines from earlier to make some sort of makeshift backpack. Swinging it on, Antony motioned to the jungle. "Lead the way," her voice wasn't happy, and she gave him a look that begged him to trust her, "I know you don't want to see that s**t again... But I'm not letting all your work go to waste. This trap will be built, just after I deal with the bones."

She figured that saying 'I' would be better than 'we,' this way, he wouldn't get the idea that he had to touch the bones again.

"I'm not an anthropologist... But we'll see..." She didn't want to make any conclusions before seeing the bones. Maybe they died of natural causes? Who knows how long it may have been there.

Antony was trying to be objective.

Following him through the jungle, she stopped when she saw the metal of the shovel and set down her 'backpack' before edging close to it.

"You may have to help me back up, it's a pretty damn deep hole, which is great." The tattooed woman sat down on the edge of the hole before carefully hopping down into it. She made sure not to land on any of the visible bones.

Crouching, she sucked in a bit of the musty air before picking up the skull and turning it over in her hands. Like Jamal, she noticed the healed over fractures on it as well.

It really did look like a failed experiment, or someone that had had a lot of head surgery. Maybe? Frowning, she glanced over the rest of the visible bones. There were more signs of breaking on the other bones as well, but Antony didn't come to the conclusion that Jamal had, not having seen anyone such as Ambrose on the island yet.

Either way, she was relieved that there were only bones, and no flesh still attached, as well as the depth in which they had been buried at. That meant it wasn't recent, which was good in Antony's book.

"They've been here a while, and are in pretty good condition," she murmured as she began to dig them out with her bare hands, piling them up on the side of the hole's floor. "You've been on the island longer than me Jamal... What do you think?"

"And can you hand me the shovel?" She added as an afterthought, "I need to get these out of here."

Maybe the bones could be used as evidence?

"Hmm..." She said when she heard his explanation, taking the shovel from him to continue to dig out the bones.

It took a bit of painstaking work, but Antony finally got out all the bones she could find at the bottom of the pit. Most of them were randomly oriented; leg bones with rib bones, as well as the skull all in the same area. This obviously wasn't a proper burial.

"Toss me the vine... rope, whatever," she called up to him.

Catching the rope as best she could, she gathered it up and began to make another makeshift 'backpack' like she had with the spikes. Once she was satisfied with it, Antony stood up and moved towards the edge, whistling sharply at Jamal to get his attention while holding her arms up above the hole.

"Help me up," she requested, if he pulled, she could use her feet to climb up the side. Hopefully with little contact between her cuts and the jungle's floor.

Thank the gods he was strong. With his assistance, Antony was easily on her feet again. Brushing herself off, she immediately put the bones out of sight behind a tree, so that Jamal or her wouldn't have to look at them again.

"Thanks," she said with a smile, "Let's finish this trap." The faster they got it done, the faster they could get back to camp and hope for an animal to come by and fall in the trap.

Nodding in agreement, she quickly considered the predicament.

"I'm smaller than you, I'll go in and set them... You can tell me where to put them since you'll be able to se it better," she said, and before he could object, Antony was back in the hole, "How's that sound?"

Reaching up for him to hand her some stakes, Antony made a mental note to was her wounds again when they got back to camp.

Antony grinned cheekily and took the batch he handed her, doing what he had said and staggering them out, stopping to check with him to see if they looked alright from above. She made sure that the dirt around each spike was solid and compact, stomping around each of them afer she buried them.

These stakes had NO wiggle room whatsoever, Antony made sure of that.

Soon, she was finished with the stakes he had given her. Standing up, she reached up for some more, rubbing her lower back absently.

"I'd rather have to pry a dead animal out than have a bunch of knocked over stakes," she replied, taking the rest of the stakes and repeating the process till she was backed up to the opposite wall from which she had started.

Skimming over to make sure she didn't miss any, Antony gave a nod of approval before turning to face the wall and holding her hands upwards. The universal 'pick me up' symbol of course.

"Now we just need to cover it up, and maybe bait it," she mentioned absently, mind mentally trying to figure on what they could put across it that would support leaves but not an animal. Maybe long pieces of mostly rotted wood? Long, thin sticks? Certainly not anything strong like bamboo.