Smiles at Vesper "Yeah, something like that." He chuckles as lightning flashes and a huge, dark, island appears behind him. Silhouetted against the navy blue sky.

"Well, can't be too serious in a situations like this. Joking keeps you mobile when you don't have to think about the worst case scenario", the soldier explains to Helena. "Trust me. I've seen men piss themselves in fear before a mission. Better to joke than piss yourself".

Laughs at that as he turns to gaze upon the dark cliffs of the island. "Well just perfect..." he looks around at the island with annoyance and hopes the wind blows them toward the island.

Waves crashed into the mossy cliffs, reaching as high up the rock as it could before falling back into the churning froth tossing around between the rocks below. A small blue-ish light moved along a precarious ledge a good way above where the water splashed up. Sheets of rain pounded against the stone and ran down it as the wind whipped around in unpredictable ways. Lightning cracked across the sky, the bright white light illuminating, for a fraction of a second, a figure holding the bright blue-ish light. However there was no one else around to see any details in the short time of illumination. But the figure was around to see something: A bright red thing bobbing on the large wild waves churned up by the storm...

Laughs and stands up stretching his arms out to the sides. "Yeah!!" he shouts as he mentally challenges the island to defeat him, off to the side he see's a light, only for half a second, "Probably nothing..."