The ship had been on its way to Egypt for about an hour. Rick
O'Connell sat with his 17 year old son Alex O'Connell.
"It's 1946 son." Rick began. His wife Evie had been nagging him to have a man to man chat for a year now. "I know you've probably been thinking a lot about girls... " He was somewhat cut off by a sudden lurch from the liner.
A girl that was not very old let out a low pitch scream and fell into Alex's lap. Alex's chair fell backward under the force, and he lay under the girl who was sprawled on top of him.
"I'm so sorry." she said quickly. She didn't care that even though Alex was dazed he could still see the edge of her stockings under her blue skirt. She saw the blood and reached up to his light brown hair. "Damn it." she hissed, very unladylike. "You hurt your head."
Suddenly she realized what she was doing and stood up, fixing her skirt. She pulled him up shortly after. He stood a head taller than her, but if he hadn't, they would have been face to face and very close to each other.
"I'm terribly sorry." she said quietly, trying to gain back her ladylike composure.
"It's okay..."he whispered dizzily. He stared into her unusually dark eyes. They were Egyptian eyes, he was sure of it. But she had medium brown hair. It had fallen out of her hat and lay around her shoulders in a messy trundle of curls. Her skin was tanner than Alex's fair skin tone, but not by much. She had full lips and she kept rubbing them together nervously.
Rick cleared his throat loudly.
They would have jumped apart if the boat had not swayed suddenly. Almost on impulse, the girl wrapped her arms around Alex's waist. She pulled away slowly.
"I haven't taken a boat in a while. I'm so sorry for any inconvenience." she said to Rick and Alex. She gave a shy smile.
"No inconvenience at all." Alex said. "I am Alex O'Connell, by the way."
"It's very nice to meet you." The girl said. "You may call me Anne." she smiled.
"Well, what is your real name?" He asked.
"It's Fukanya Dendera. It's Egyptian." she stated
"I know."
She gave him a surprised look, but couldn't say anything. Rick stood up and extended his hand.
"Rick O'Connell. It was very nice to meet you, but I'm afraid we should be going now." Rick pulled his son's arm.
"It was nice meeting you, Fukanya." Alex said as he was almost dragged away by his father.
"It was nice to meet you too. Mr. O'Connell. Alex."
Alex took one last glance at her mesmerizing Egyptian eyes before being pulled behind a corner.
"I knew this would happen sooner or later. I can't stop you, I was the same way. That's the problem." Rick was grumbling. Even though he was in his forties, he still had very strong arms for dragging his son around. But, Alex managed to escape his grasp.
"Dad." he said firmly, stopping his father from walking. "What are you talking about?"
"I don't know." he shrugged with a sigh, as if giving up. "I just want to talk to your mother."
"Well, you usually want to do that alone, don't you? If you need me I'll be on deck." He walked quickly away. Rick knew that Alex was going to look for that girl.
"It's 1946 son." Rick began. His wife Evie had been nagging him to have a man to man chat for a year now. "I know you've probably been thinking a lot about girls... " He was somewhat cut off by a sudden lurch from the liner.
A girl that was not very old let out a low pitch scream and fell into Alex's lap. Alex's chair fell backward under the force, and he lay under the girl who was sprawled on top of him.
"I'm so sorry." she said quickly. She didn't care that even though Alex was dazed he could still see the edge of her stockings under her blue skirt. She saw the blood and reached up to his light brown hair. "Damn it." she hissed, very unladylike. "You hurt your head."
Suddenly she realized what she was doing and stood up, fixing her skirt. She pulled him up shortly after. He stood a head taller than her, but if he hadn't, they would have been face to face and very close to each other.
"I'm terribly sorry." she said quietly, trying to gain back her ladylike composure.
"It's okay..."he whispered dizzily. He stared into her unusually dark eyes. They were Egyptian eyes, he was sure of it. But she had medium brown hair. It had fallen out of her hat and lay around her shoulders in a messy trundle of curls. Her skin was tanner than Alex's fair skin tone, but not by much. She had full lips and she kept rubbing them together nervously.
Rick cleared his throat loudly.
They would have jumped apart if the boat had not swayed suddenly. Almost on impulse, the girl wrapped her arms around Alex's waist. She pulled away slowly.
"I haven't taken a boat in a while. I'm so sorry for any inconvenience." she said to Rick and Alex. She gave a shy smile.
"No inconvenience at all." Alex said. "I am Alex O'Connell, by the way."
"It's very nice to meet you." The girl said. "You may call me Anne." she smiled.
"Well, what is your real name?" He asked.
"It's Fukanya Dendera. It's Egyptian." she stated
"I know."
She gave him a surprised look, but couldn't say anything. Rick stood up and extended his hand.
"Rick O'Connell. It was very nice to meet you, but I'm afraid we should be going now." Rick pulled his son's arm.
"It was nice meeting you, Fukanya." Alex said as he was almost dragged away by his father.
"It was nice to meet you too. Mr. O'Connell. Alex."
Alex took one last glance at her mesmerizing Egyptian eyes before being pulled behind a corner.
"I knew this would happen sooner or later. I can't stop you, I was the same way. That's the problem." Rick was grumbling. Even though he was in his forties, he still had very strong arms for dragging his son around. But, Alex managed to escape his grasp.
"Dad." he said firmly, stopping his father from walking. "What are you talking about?"
"I don't know." he shrugged with a sigh, as if giving up. "I just want to talk to your mother."
"Well, you usually want to do that alone, don't you? If you need me I'll be on deck." He walked quickly away. Rick knew that Alex was going to look for that girl.