"Exactly in what would they help us my silent friend? Do you think we could actually get off this cursed island? As we have seen so far, every creature we encounter is eager to either eat us or steal us. I think we should blast them off in thousand of tiny pieces. You know, to release them from eternal torment and all that crap." the warlock made a vague gesture with his hand.
"Look at the good side of it, you are still alive, and thats much to be said about people who was in a mysterious attack to a ship that sinked in the bloody ocean, and then was attacked by undead ,robed by outerplane goblins, and attacked by a giant hollowed undead" Bonaius says, the after some seconds "I love your idea for how an island should be though... Just add food and booze."