Well this is my first fanfic so be easy and give suggestions! Thanx sorry this chapter is so short, the others will be longer I promise!
Disclaimer: I own nada! (obviously)
The Captain sighed. It had been a long day and the crew hadn't caught any fish. Plus it was unbelievably hot for midwinter. He unscrewed the cap on his water bottle and took a swig, as he was swallowing he subconsciously looked skyward. He saw a flock of about five birds… big birds…HUGE birds. The captain squinted as he tried to get a better view of the strange creatures. One of them seemed to be getting closer at an unusually fast rate. The captains eyes widened in horror. It was headed straight for the boat! He quickly dropped down underneath the closest table and braced himself for impact. But, after a few moments of waiting for a collision the captain heard a low chuckle and the beat of wings as the bird-like thing headed back to its waiting companions overhead. I don't even want to know, he thought as he stood up shaking from head to foot.
(Max POV)
"GAZZY!" I roared furiously as the Gasman dive-bombed the rusty old fishing boat beneath us. With about ten feet to spare, he snapped his wings out and his decent slowly became an incline. Holy cow was I mad. We had just got things all settled down and now here comes Gazzy, the destruction master, about to blow it all by pulling a little prank. Not on my watch he wasn't. I swooped down to where he was flying and smacked him in the back of the head. "Idiot! DO NOT do that again! You hear?" I yelled, he snickered darkly and rose up to fly beside Iggy who was humming a song that was annoying the crap outta me.
"Maaaaaaaaaaaaax! When are we going to stop and get something to eat? I'm starving!" whined Nudge. Well we had been flying for a while and I was pretty hungry too. But last time I checked, McDonalds hadn't set up a restaurant in the middle of the ocean yet.
"Okay, I guess we do need to refuel, two more miles 'til LA alright?" I said. How do we even have five spare seconds to even think about eating you ask? Well after leaving our Talking dog, Total, with my mother we decided to head to sunny California and take a well earned vacation. Okay, so whenever we tried to take a "vacation" it always ended in a fight to the death. But fifth times a charm right? After an extremely boring rest of the flight we touched down in an empty lot in the middle of LA.
"What's the plan man?" asked Iggy. Honest to say, I didn't have a plan. I didn't even think we'd get this far without someone jumping out and yelling "BOO!" Was I gonna let them know that? Pshh. Not a chance in heck.