Jarrod had been up for about an hour, practicing his swordplay. After the rigorous training, he sat on the ground, holding his dogtags as sweat poured over his bare torso. He took a large gulp of gatorade before standing and pulling on his underarmour shirt. He moved on from the blade training area to the gun range. He picked up a 9mm pistol and an AR-15 from a rack of weapons before setting up at a station. He loaded the assault rifle and unloaded the clip in the target's chest and head. Satisfied, he brought down a new target and loaded the pistol, copying the same shot pattern. Smiling, he replaced the guns on the rack and walked back to his training bag. He shoved his towel and gatorade back inside before wandering the dead quiet ship, heading back towards his room.