Leon continues to saw at his collar as you see the horizon change. Its growing darker at first, and then slowly land rises as if coming right out of the water.
"We are there. I see land. We might wanna sneak over the side and swim to shore when we get a little closer, I dont wanna be smothered in trash when they dump this stuff." Jung says looking at you.
"Agreed. How is the collar -" You stop your words as soon as you look at Leon.
"Ungh... my fingers..." He says as he struggles to hold on to the knife you see his fingertips turning black, his fingernails are thickening too. His fingers seem to be sticking together making his hand look like he has only three thick fingers, the tips merging as well forming a thick black point at the ends. His thumb is smaller but looks similar, and then his fingers finish merging together and the space between them is gone as his bones reform.
"Hooves." he says when the pain subsides and he can speak again, a little out of breath. "It felt like my hand was under a steamroller or something." He flexes his odd three fingered, and slightly fuzzy, hands. "Better get this thing off fast. Its almost done." he says handing the knife to you.
Sawing for a few more seconds the collar comes off with a snap. Leon visibly relaxes when he sees it in your hands.
"That should do it. Im safe from more changes I think. We might wanna hold on to that though." he says nodding at the collar with his semi donkey features.
The engines begin to slow and you feel the hum of them through the trash subside as the large trash barge approaches a thickly forested stretch of coastline with a single dirt road winding its way up from the beach and peer.