The Meaning Of

During a discussion about the meaning of life with my friend, we somehow began writing this story. I would write an installment, and then she would, completely making it up as we went. This is the result. Basically, for 70 some years, my friend searches for the grand question and answer to the meaning of life. Finally, after all that time, we come in contact again.


26. XXVI


 I let that statement sit in my head. They thought that I was the key to finding Carmen? I was a 93 year old woman! What the heck did Carmen do to have the FBI involved? How could a fellow 93 year old be capable of doing something and be able to hide this well from the FBI. Wait...the FBI? We didn't even have a government let alone a secret ancient agency! They lied to me. I knew I shouldn't have trusted them. Who were these men? What did they want with me? I couldn't trust them now. Where were they taking me? I remained calm on the outside, but was frantic on the inside. I noticed that I was shaking. Was I cold or was it because I was so afraid? The windows of the SUV were tinted so that I couldn't see out. I had no idea where I was. All of a sudden, the driver hit the breaks and stopped the car. He got out and opened the door. The other men got out and pulled me out with them. They said that they couldn't go any further with me. They told me good luck, then got back into the car and left. I looked around and noticed that I was at a Shipyard. There I was, a 93 year old woman, abandoned at a shipyard in God knows where Alaska, freezing. I went to look for refuge at the shipyard's main building. Just my luck that there was no one to be found. I looked through the drawers for a map and or compass. What kind of shipyard didn't have a compass or map? Luckily, I eventually found both and put them in my backpack. Then I realized that those men hadn't given me the rest of my bags!  What kind of sick person sends an old woman out on this type of journey? I headed back outside to see if there were any vehicles around but there aren't, just boats. I looked at the keys. How could I miss that they were boat keys!? I walked down to the docks and tried to get in every boat. It took me hours and I realized that I was quickly losing sunlight and that I was extremely hungry. After hours of searching, I finally found the boat. It was a nice sized boat, capable of travel and equipped with a bathroom, a bed, and a small kitchen. I checked the drawers of the dashboard and found a map that has been drawn on. I would give it a look after I found food. Hungry, I checked the lone cabinet above the sink and thanked the Lord  that someone had freshly stocked it. Someone else had been here! Then a chill sent up my spine as the realization that I'm not alone out here hit me. All of a sudden, I heard a loud crash outside. I was so startled that I screamed. I slowly made my way to the door that would take me to the deck. I opened the door and peered outside to see an outline of another person in the distance. I could tell that it was a man, but that was it. I couldn't tell if he was old. I couldn't tell if he worked with those other men. I slowly shut the door and tried my best to be quiet to not allow the man to know that I was there, but the door was too heavy and it slammed shut. I looked out the starboard window and notice that the man was gone. Terrified, I gathered my things and hurried into the bathroom. I closed the door and waited. Did I lock the door? Then I heard loud knocking.

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