Diagonal World

"The world is a diagonal and I am the balancing point"

Hi guys! I am a first time writer of fanfiction but I have read plenty of Far Cry 3 ones which I love! I had an idea in my head to bring my ideal fanfiction to life so I hope you enjoy. It's a little different than the regular ones (girl lands on island and is treated as a captive etc.) but nevertheless, comment and follow and enjoy!

*Updated 29-04-2018*

Chapter 1 - Unexpected delivery

As the sun shone down onto Rook Island, Hoyt was pacing in his office. He was waiting for a new shipment to come in and was anxious to see what had been brought. Grabbing a cigar from the packet on his desk, he lit one up, taking a deep drag after doing so. Hoyt placed the cigar in between his lips and rubbed his temples and sighed.

He had just turned 25, yet he was building up to be one of the biggest traffickers in the South Pacific. All of the stress that his work had brought, aged him more than he actually was. Having arrived on Rook Islands at the tender age of 18 and 'taken over' from the previous owner. Hoyt had brutally murdered the owner, regardless of all of things the man had done for him. The man had taught Hoyt how to fight and how to run the business but as soon as Hoyt turned 20, he had killed him and his family. He couldn't have dead weight now could he? Greatly feared amongst the pirates that roamed South Island, Hoyt liked to keep it that way.

A harsh knock resounded all around the room and Hoyt groaned.
"What do you incompetent fucks want now?"
A young looking pirate entered the room, shaking from head to toe.
"S-Sorry Mr Volker, but the shipment has come in, and you won't believe what the boys have found."
"Right, right. Give me a minute. You assholes don't know how to do anything right. If my shipment has been fucked up, I'm having one of your heads!" Hoyt replied, putting out his cigar in the ashtray.
He sighed once again as he made his way downstairs and out into the sunshine of Rook. A group of about 20 pirates had gathered around the unloading bay near the new shipment boat and they were all talking rapidly amongst themselves. The presence of Hoyt made all of the the pirates automatically stop talking and split into two, so Hoyt could walk down the middle.

"So, what's so important then? I had to waste a full cigar for me to come down here and deal with you fucki-"
Hoyt stopped, mid-sentence, as a pirate slowly walked towards him with something in a blanket. He couldn't make out what it was at first, the sun glaring in his eyes.
"I found it in one of the boxes. It looks like it hasn't had anything to eat in a couple days and it smells like someone let off a fucking stink bomb." said the pirate, still holding the bundle in his arms. Moving slowly, Hoyt moved his way forward as the pirate held the bundle out to him. Inside the dirty white blanket, a pair of big blue eyes looked up at the tyrant.

He was shocked to the core.

It was a baby.