Capt 2:
North west ho!:
"Tell me again why we're sleeping in trees and headed towards the good old rainy north west?" Fang quipped sarcastically. Why was it that my best friend had the ability to get under my skin like no other? I was about to call back with some witty phrase when he continued.
"Oh, yeah cause a little voice in your head told us to!" He finished, using his thumb and forefinger to squeeze the rainwater out of his bangs. I tried unsuccessfully to blow the wet strands of my hair from my face before responding.
"Nope I lied," I whispered so as not to wake the younger ones, but trying to imply that I was actually telling the truth about lying. "I did it to get you as far away from cute blonde scientists as possible." He gave me a twitch of a mischievous smile.
"That's okay, I've been e-mailing a red head up here." Okay that was low, he knew exactly how that little comment would affect me. I cringed as images of that bimbo pressed up against Fang filled my head. But Fang smiled down at me from his lounged position on the branch above mine, and I decided to let it go for now.
"Not that I care." I whispered back, sticking my tongue out, and commenced trying to find a soft spot in the bark but was unsuccessful. Man we were getting soft, maybe I should sleep on the floor every other night to keep in shape. That's the problem with luxuries like beds, well for mutant bird kids at least. Sighing I fell into a trance that could be loosely describe as sleep, leaving first watch to Fang. All night though, through my watch and my dreams, the voice's last words kept scrolling through my mind.
Your family needs you.