We Find A Miraculous Chunk Of Land!
Shouting. That’s how every day seems to end. With shouting. Mo and Jack are arguing with Harry and Rachel about whether we should turn back or not. Richard is too seasick to be the tie breaker, as he is currently doubled over the side of the boat, feeding the fish with his last meal. Mo and Jack wanted to keep trying, Harry and Rachel wanted to go home, while I refused to take sides, and watched the argument intently, although I acted bored.
“We’ve been out here for two weeks! We are rapidly running out of supplies, and Richard is too sick to stand up straight! We have to go back!” shouted Rachel.
“There’s still a chance! Just a few more days, please!” begged Mo.
“Can’t you see?!? There’s nothing out here! At least not what we can reach with this ship and crew!” snarled Harry.
“Well aren’t you a little ray of sunshine? I can tell you’re out of your comfort zone!” Jack shot back with full force. The sun was setting, and the light made him look like his eyes and reddish-brown hair were on fire. He didn’t look nearly as devilish as Harry, though. Harry’s back was facing the sun, submerging his front half into shadow, but a glow seeped around him, making his silhouette fuzzy and almost see through.
“And I can see that you’re in a downright cheerful mood, too!” Harry exclaimed sarcastically. “I guess you’re just about as comfortable as I am on this rinky-dink boat that is beyond capacity, and we are all starved half to death, and we’re all exhausted from rowing all day long. Like Rachel said, we have to go back!”
Neither side was willing to give in, so they all looked at me sitting against the mast. “What?” I asked flatly, even though I fully knew exactly what they wanted.
After I asked, instead of answering, they just kept on staring back at me. “Fine.” I sighed. “I say we sail for one more day, then if we don’t find anything, we go back.” They all seemed satisfied by my answer, as I had compromised both sides.
About an hour later, Richard was feeling a bit better, and it was time for bed. Mo and Harry were wrestling with my arch enemy, the loose board. When they had succeeded in opening the storage compartment, they passed out the blankets, and announced that Jack and I were on first watch tonight. I took the front of the boat, while Jack took the back. At first, it was rather uneventful. Actually, let me rephrase that. It was downright dull. Well, that is, until Jack did something.
It was almost 2:00, the time when we switch shifts with Mo and Richard, when Jack saw something. At first, he was just staring out into space, lost in thought. Then he snapped back into attention when he go a face full of sea spray. He sputtered and made a rather ridiculous face of disgust, but then froze, squinting. He slowly got to his feet, still staring at what appeared to be nothing, then blinked, as if checking to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.
“Jack?” I asked cautiously. “Jack, are you ok?”
When Jack still didn’t answer, I began to get creeped out, as he was usually one to jump at the opportunity to talk
Jack suddenly let out a loud “WHOOP!!!” And shouted “LAND HO!!!!!” while knocking me over with a tackle-hug.
The boat was now rocking violently, and all the shouting had woken the others up.
“Jack. Are you sure about this?!?” I practically bellowed in his face.
“See for yourself!” He shouted back, jumping up again to present everyone else with a giant bear hug. Well, everyone except for Mo. She was somehow still asleep.
So taking Jacks advice, I scanned the horizon for signs of life, and, just as I was beginning to think that Jack was hallucinating, I saw it. The silhouette of a mountain, looming in the distance. It was truly a sight for sore eyes. I ran over to Mo, who was still asleep, and shook her awake.
“What?” she muttered groggily. “Is it time for my shift?”
“No.” I squeaked out. “We’ve spotted land!”
At that, Mo jumped up and I was once again knocked down in a tackle-hug.
After that, we partied through the night. Doing things like joking, swimming, and eating over half of what we had left in our stocks. It was so fun! I don’t think I’ve felt that happy since I was, like, two!
The next morning was spent sleeping and rowing. It even started raining! Looking at the island, feeling that excitement and joy, I learned to dance in the rain.
We got to the island just before noon the next day. Ok, let me rephrase that. We got stuck a mile or two away from the island because of the sand that made up the beach at low-tide. We all just jumped out into the blessedly cool water. After a violent splash battle, we decided to drag the boat up to the beach so it didn’t end up floating away. When we were done with that, we resumed the water fight, all getting, if possible, even more soaked through than before. At around midnight, we stopped messing around to do some stargazing, as it was rather impossible to get to sleep.
After we finally had all dozed off at around four in the morning, I was awoken by something crawling on my legs. I sat up groggily, thinking that it was just a mouse that needed shooing away, only to end up screaming my head off at a flat, oval shaped thing with legs and pincers. I managed to wake even Mo up with my screaming, which is, like, impossible!
When I finally calmed down, we decided to start a fire and tell stories. Mo told an old story about a princess named Cinderella, accompanied by Rachel’s dramatic acting, including several scrubbings of random branches and the overdramatic tossing of her long, straight, golden hair.
Next, Harry told a not quite as old story from before the disaster called Harry Potter and the Sorcerers stone. Harry is just so full of himself, isn’t he? Anyway, Harry Potter is about a Wizard who lives with his evil aunt, uncle, and cousin. He learns that he is a wizard and the most feared wizard on earth is trying to kill him.
As Jack kept interrupting Harry during Harry Potter, Harry kept interrupting Jack when he told a story, also from before the disaster, called Jack Blank. It’s about an orphan that almost gets killed by a Robo-Zombie, whatever that is. A man called Jazen comes and takes Jack to a place called the Imagine Nation. That is all of the story he told so far. What is it with those boys and their “name game” thing?
Richard told a story, once again from before the disaster, called Wonder. This story was about a boy whose face is all messed up, and he decided to go to 5th grade at a public school. Then it was my turn.
“It was dark out, on a night where there were no stars or moon. It was a night that they had all been dreading for hundreds of years.” I began. As soon as they heard the entry of the story, they knew exactly where I was going. They sat up straighter. I now had all 10 eyes trained on me. This was the story of the Great Disaster. “There was a thick layer of black clouds in the sky. The air was hazy with heat, and full of smoke. The few people left were running around, stepping over hundreds of carcases, some of enemies, some of allies, some of loved ones. They were all running for a large metal dome that glinted in the muffled, reddish light. Safety.
“It was a shelter, big enough for around 200 people to sleep in shifts and store enough food for them all for a few weeks. That’s where we where they huddled in bunches, sharing meals, keeping warm, holding onto hope. Then the day came. The day where they were forced to say goodbye to the world they had always known. A voice rang out through the speakers : ‘In 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.’ Then there was a loud WUMPH, followed by an almost equally loud and mournful werring from the lights and heaters and everything electronic as it all went black and cold.
“A few days later, a few people decided that they needed some fresh air, and went out into the now unknown area that they had once considered their home. It was a mess. Skeletons, only a quarter rotted, lied everywhere. The air had cooled off some, but there was now a dusty, orangish glow to it, and the river near by was clogged with debris and dirt. They saw that the buildings around them that were once full of life were now empty and dead-looking. It took weeks to make the place look livable, and years to make it a good place to have a community that has a chance of surviving. That is how our old home, Neveah was founded on what use to be a healthy, full, thriving planet known as Earth.” As I ended my story, I looked back at that first fight that I had with Harry when the building fell, and how I had told him that the place was falling apart, and that it was impossible for the people of Neveh City to thrive when we couldn’t even really get over the worry of what will happen tomorrow, and most people don’t even really remember what it feels like to be happy.
All of the others had arguments similar to Harry’s, and I had won them over with that same counter argument. I’m known in Neveh to be one of the best story tellers there is, and my best, most well told story is the story of the Great Disaster, because that is what really happened, no exaggeration, and I made it sound like I was actually there. I’m guessing that you don’t really get what the Great Disaster is, so I’m going to give you a quick description. The Great Disaster was basically world war three, multiplied by four. The greenhouse gases from the war caused major global warming. The war also caused the deaths of over half the worlds population. Then there was a solar flare that hit earth and messed up the magnetic system, causing the concept of electricity to go rather wonky.
The next day, we were so tired that we all passed out on the sand for several hours. I was the first one up after that, as was I also the first one to catch sight of the ripe, large, golden, teardrop shaped fruit hanging around in the trees. This caught my attention. Full of giddy excitement, charged by the now apparent hunger that made my stomach feel like it was attempting to devour itself, I sprang up, causing the sand underneath me to spew everywhere, and hauled myself onto the thick, damp, dark brown branch that was closest to the ground. It took a while to get all the way up to the fruit, but I was determined to sink my teeth into it’s golden flesh. When I arrived at my destination, I seized the fruit in both hands, brought it to my mouth and took one gigantic bite.
It was the sourest thing I’ve ever tasted! And I practically live off the really sour kind of orange that nobody ever eats! I felt my face scrunch up in repulse, my lips puckering like someone was squeezing them together into a ball. My eyes watered, tears threatening to spill loose. A few small whimpers escaped from between my clenched teeth, and made some of the others, who were just waking, look up. When they saw my expression and the fruit I was holding, they all burst into laughter. A smile threatened to form on my face at the sight of them laughing, but I resisted and ended up gagging on the fruit, sputtering and coughing as it fell out of my mouth into the thick underbrush.
Finally relieved of the horrid fruit, I chucked the remaining quantity deep into the forest, or, at least tried to. It splattered on the nearest tree, as I have the worst aim in the universe. I could hear the angry chittering of a squirrel up in the tree, out of sight, but I chose to ignore it, and turned back to the others. They were officially up, and were laughing their heads off. Seeing their laughter, I once again felt a strong longing to join them, but I just scowled and jumped down from my perch 12 feet in the air. Don't freak out. I have lot’s of practice falling, and I know what to do when you jump from high heights. No, I will not tell you how. I don’t want to give you any ideas, if you know what I mean.
“What are you laughing at? I don’t think you would think it was funny if you had a taste of that fruit.” I said, my voice full of disdain. This got them to stop laughing. They know that I have one of the best pain, spice, heat, and sour tolerances in Neveh City, and that’s saying a lot, as it’s really hard to get even some of the weakest people to wince or pucker. If I couldn’t stand it, it must be really bad, with an emphasis on really.
The rest of the day flew by. We made a temporary shelter in the trees out of fallen branches. It was more of a small platform big enough to hold us all. After that, we collected some fruit that I had deemed safe after taking a small bite, then scarfing down the rest. Soon, we had a large pile of fruit that was non-toxic, sweet, and very juicy, a good place to sleep at night, and the craving to explore. We took a long hike toward the mountain that was looming up against the jungle. We also decided to call the mountain Mt. Misery, because it made us rather miserable by how it never seemed to get any closer. After several hours of walking and fooling around, the sun was getting a little low in the sky. We rushed back to the camp, dug a hole in the sand to start a fire, and a little while later, we’re munching on roasted fruit.
The others went to sleep a little while after that, and I lay awake on the platform, Mo fast asleep next to me, staring at the stars. It was hard to believe that these were the same stars I had looked at all the way back in Neveah. The main difference was their significance. Back in Neveah, the stars were just a few small dots littering the dark sky, reminding me of how my parents use to be known as a light in a dark place, and how they were no longer there to light my way. Here, they lit up the sky, forcing their blueish white light through the gaps in the trees. They signified hope, the willingness to go on, to try. That’s what we did. But I wasn’t sure it was the best idea now. Yes, we had made it. Yes, we had survived the first two days. Who’s to say that we can’t make it? No one. But I’m scared. Really scared. I’m scared that one of them will get hurt, or even killed, and if they do, it will be my fault. I had convinced them all to come on this crazy adventure. They’re my responsibility.
I can’t seem to get to sleep. I decided to get up and go for a walk. Away from Mt. Misery. Away from the others. Away from my problems. However, they seemed to be following me tonight. Walking along, I can see the dreaded golden fruit gleaming in the silvery moonlight. I can also see the moon. It’s glowing even brighter than the stars, and it seems to push me on, making my feet go faster, and faster, and even faster, until I’m running like my life depends on it.
My fear of failing overcomes me, and I look up at the sky, no longer caring where my feet carry me. Tears begin formulating, and the stars become fuzzy streaks of light.
I run almost three miles south before I stop. I’m still running, when suddenly I take a step, and the ground isn’t there. I hear a loud splash and can feel water rushing over me. I get a mouthful of the stuff, and am surprised that it is not salty, but tastes even cleaner than just boiled water from back at home.
I surface once again, only to find that the current is rather strong, and I’ve been swept almost half a mile from the beach already. I grab a large branch that hung low near the water, and hauled myself out of the current. I took a hike towards the beach, and instead of heading back, I just kept going south, like before. I hiked for hours, and just before I decided it was time to turn around, I spotted something.
It was a looming figure about half a mile down the beach. I waked a little closer to get a better look, and my suspicions were confirmed.
It was an ancient cruise ship, probably from around 2100’s. It had tall masts with black sails made of what appeared to be scales that glinted in the moonlight. They were the solar powered sails that were from that time. There were large tubes that suck out from the side and then bent down, which I knew were thrusters that made the boat hover above the water, for stealth. It seemed to have suffered massive damage to one side, knocking out some of it’s thrusters, causing it to run aground. This I needed to show the others.