Cos was at the edge of the deck, with a just about polished off glass of firewhiskey in his hand as he gazed toward the oncoming clouds. Pressing his lips together tightly, he wondered if it was heading their way. And if it would produce… a hazard.
Voice of logic in his head, he shrugged. Probably not, wind wasn’t blowing toward them. And, storms in the ocean rarely ventured off course. So, yeah, they would be fine.
BIG SIGH OF RELIEF.
Smile back on his face, which looked older than it truly was due to anxiety, he gulped the rest of his drink and hopped down to where Izze was, and where the music was blasting. “Let’s make another drink, yeh?” Sounded like a brilliant idea to him. Until Dawn brought on the bad news.
He was wise, and Cos really didn’t have any sort of authority to discredit him. Although Cos was smart, Dawn was probably a bit more clever. And storms, especially in the middle of the ocean, were dangerous. Cos, for one, was getting the hell off the top deck.
“C’mon Izz, we’ll bring the music and drinks down.” His voice sounded nervous, his friends usually knew it all too well. “Tatiana, let’s get it movin’.” Grabbing the bottle of firewhiskey he opened the door that led them under, waiting for the girls to go ahead.
Emerging from her nomadic tent made out of leaves, branches, and other makeshift materials, Cata’s blue eyes quickly dialated to the morning sun. Her innocent blue eyes scanned the area, and as soon as she processed that there was no imminent danger, a huge smile broke out across her face. “WHY. What a lovely day,” she mused, raising her hands into the air for a stretch.
Blonde locks flying every which way, she pressed her lips together. “Why. I wonder where Stan has gone off to THIS time?” She often talked to herself like this. Living alone with her brother in the Fincayran woodland brought such behavior about.
OH. Yes, how could she forget. Cupping a hand over her mouth in a girly, innocent giggle, she sighed. “He went to the villege for a few days, didn’t he Basil?” Her naïve eyes flew to her pet rabbit, and it nodded back wisely. He was a quiet one, but a great asset all the same.
Taking out her lethal boy and arrow like it was a toy, she began to skip off into the distance. “Come on now Basil! Let’s find us some breakfast!” And with that, the rabbit skipped after her.
Both, quite unaware, of who and what they might run into.
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