Ch1apter Max's POV
Gazzy was about a hundred feet above circling us, and then diving straight down straight as an arrow. For him, it never got old. At the last second he unfurled his wings slowing his fall, and then crashed into the water. Iggy rated the dive on how loud it was, and the splash he felt.
"Hmmm," Iggy said carefully, taking in what he heard. "Probably an 8 out of 10; it just wasn't as great as the times before."
"Oh come on," the Gasman complained, and started flying back out of the water determined to out do himself.
Angel sat on Fang's lap, leaning against a tree, as he attempted to teach her to read while drawing letters in the sand. This was the Fang that no one outside of the flock would ever know. His never ending patience, with not only Angel; but me too. I'm so lucky to have some one like him. As much as I don't love to admit it, I know that Fang's a little more than my right hand man, and becoming a little more every day. But he's learned from experience that I don't react to quick change easily. So he keeps waiting. I know that someday I'll be ready, and he'll be there.
Nudge isn't far away reading one of Ella's fashion magazines that she borrowed last time we saw my mom, total is next to her commenting on every outfit. And I'm sitting here trying to remember not to take the world for granted.
My growling stomach interrupts all of my reflective thought that my mother would be oh so proud of. "Are you guys ready for dinner?" I yell as Gazzy come crashing into the water. Iggy ignoring me shouts "10!" to Gazzy as he jumps out of the water. And gives him a big High five, and of course he doesn't miss.
"What's for dinner max?" Angel sweetly asks as she comes over to me.
"Toxic waste if Max is cooking" Iggy replied as he got out of the water Gazzy trailing behind him grinning.
"Funny," I snidely replied as Iggy got some food out. It was almost time to go to my mom's so we were running out of food. More of our Favorite Chef Boyardee tonight, it seemed. Possibly cold, but we might take the time to warm it up over the fire.
We ended up eating it cold; we got over it and resumed our activities until the sun began to go down. When the sun goes down here it creates this amazing pink orange sky, that's amazing to fly against. So we all took an evening fly, Total in Iggy's arms most of the way. We landed when we could only see the last sliver of the sun over the calm ocean.
We went to lay down; but first putting our fists (and a paw) on top of each other. Said good night; and I took first watch. You might think it strange to still take watch after two years with no attacks; but with our history we take no chances. I watch the flock slowly lay down and get comfortable. Yeah, it'd be nice to make our own little home out here. But we can't have any suspicion when the Marines come. So we sleep on the sand, which I happen to like for a bed; although Nudge tends to complain about it getting in her hair, but that's about all.
I listen to the island around me. I hear a mouse run by, and six evenly spaced breathing mutants, and one obnoxious snoring dog. I listen to the birds settle into their nests and sit there for about two more hours with out disturbance, than wake Fang up for his shift.
I settle into the sand with my head on my hands, fall asleep.
