Samantha sighed at the image in front of her. At the moment she was looking at her new clothes that Bentley had found. His and Murray's were too small and big respectively. So sly had given her one of his shirts and pants. Looking at herself she was wearing a blue t-shirt, gray pants, and brown hiking boots.
Returning to van she could see that sly had joined his other gang member sitting around a campfire. Not really in the mood to sit with her capturers, she found a stump a bit further away to sit on.
Sitting too far to hear what they were saying, she heard Sly murmur something getting a laugh from his friends. It reminded her of Seb, hoping he was alright. She hoped he and her uncle had survived, she wouldn't know what to do if she lost them both.
Trying to contact the outside world was pointless. Bentley was as friendly as he needed to be, but didn't do any effort to hide the fact that he didn't trust her. He made sure to hide all radios and cell phones away from her.
A stick with a couple of marshmallows appeared under her nose. "You shouldn't look so depressed Ms. Steele. You would be more beautiful if you smiled." The raccoon surprised her, she hadn't even heard him approach. "Marshmallow?"
Pushing the stick away not in the mood for the sugary substance. "Samantha"
"What?"
"My name is Samantha, not Ms. Steele."
A twinkle of mischievous appeared in his eyes. "As you wish Sam, my name is Sly as you probably already know."
"It's Samantha, not Sam. Only my friends may call me Sam."
"I like Sam better, easier to say. And I feel like we are already friends."
"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO CALL ME BY THAT NAME, WE ARE NOT FRIENDS AND WE WILL NEVER BE. I JUST WANT TO GO HOME AND NEVER MEET YOU GUYS AGAIN."
Sly flinched back by the outburst, understanding he needed to back off.
She started to feel guilty at her words, but she had reached her limit. Surviving a sinking boat, sitting in a fridge for two days. And now she was shivering on an island, wearing clothes that were feeling uncomfortable with people she wouldn't trust in a million years. With no way to contact anyone or knowing if Seb had survived. Even for her, this was getting too much.
Sly gave her an apologetic look, making his way back to the campfire where Bentley and Murray were looking at them, surprised from her outburst.
"Thank you" She mumbled why setting herself back down.
Sly turned back around. "For what?"
Calmed down she looked back up. "For saving me."
Sly gave a small smile. "Don't worry about it, just an everyday job in the life of a master thief."
The rest of the evening they left her alone When the night fell Sly took off in the direction of the boat. Her curiousness taking the best of her she went to see what was going on.
Arriving at the van she saw Bentley typing away on his laptop. He was wearing headphones which she presumed were used to stay in contact with Sly who was in the field. Murray was busy carrying all their belongings back in the van. "Are you guys going to leave. "
Murray looked up while putting a crate down in the van. "Yep, Tonight the job will be done and we can leave this place."
"So what is Sly doing now"
"You can look for yourself." Bentley had joined them, pointing his finger up in the air. "You should see him any moment now."
She looked up not really sure where to look. When suddenly a cannon shot could be heard in the distance. A little speck was flying through the air crashing into the blimp that was flying above Raleigh's ship.
"Don't tell me, I think what that was."
The two men looked at her with smirks, confirming her suspicion. "The thing you want to steal from him must be really worth it."
"It is worth it, trust us. Get ready we will need to be ready to leave as fast as possible." They both moved continued filling the van with their belongings, leaving her alone looking at the hole where the raccoon had entered the blimp.
Next, the parts of the blimp started blowing up. Turning back, she saw that Bentley and Murray were also staring at the descending blimp. "Is that supposed to happen?"
"No, No this was not supposed to happen." Bentley was panicking fumbling with the headphones trying to get them on. "Sly, Do you hear me Sly?"
"Murray, we need to help him." She had never seen a hippo move with such speed.
He started the engine. The van started to move, wait were they going to leave her? Without thinking she started running after the van. Her only chance was the open side door, luckily for her, it was hard to build speed in with all the plants and rocks. Taking a leap of fate she jumped through the door. Only to be greeted by Bentley's disapproving look.
"You didn't think you were going to leave me here alone now would you."
With that Murray got on a better road and started making speed. Lucky for them the blimp was coming in their direction. "We have luck it looks like the blimp will land in the sea."
"It's better than on land, but we have another problem, Sly can't swim."
"Are you serious, what is he like 18 - 19 years old and he can't swim."
Murray stopped the van at the side of a cliff. The blimp was coming full speed their direction. She started looking around for a sign of Cooper.
"There he is." Murray pointed at a black spot exiting from the window where sly entered. It looked like he had an unconscious frog under his arm.
"What is he doing?" Bentley was breathing heavy, a combination of the heavy weather and his nervousness.
"It looks like he is going to jump." The words had just left her mouth when sly took a leap down into the dark sea below.
"What do we do, what do we do." Murray started to also freak out.
"I don't know." Bentley tried to calm himself and Murray.
"What do you mean, what do you do. Just jump in, don't say you guys also can't swim."
The deafening silence said enough. "Come on, are you both serious. Fine."
"Do you have a rope?" She started removing her boots. Murray came back with a rope which she bound around her middle.
"I am going to get him, pull us back when you feel me pulling the rope." Without hesitation, she jumped into the sea. Almost cramping up at the touch of the ice-cold water.
Fighting against the waves she made her way to where Sly jumped in. Diving down she started looking for him in the dark abyss. Almost out of air she caught a glimpse of the moon reflecting on a piece of gold, Sly's cane.
Going back up she took a breath and went after it. Arriving at the bodies of the sinking raccoon and turtle. Without hesitation, she bound the cord around their bodies. Tugging it, the cord started to get reeled in. With no time they were back at shore.
Getting her breath back shivering in the cold, her attention went to Raleigh's boat. It looked like the cops took advantage of the disablement of the storm machine starting their siege on it.
Murray started tying up Raleigh, while Bentley took a look at Sly, Sly's health having priority over the police presence.
"Sly wake-up, Come on you are not going to leave us here are you?" Murray carried Cooper to the back of the van, Bentley climbed inside crouching over him trying to shake him awake.
"Do you know CPR?" Sam moved next to the turtle.
"I know the theory behind it, but I never had the opportunity to do it in real life."
She sighed, How did they survive until now. Pushing Bentley out of the way she started compressions on Sly's chest, giving him mouth to mouth and repeating the process.
Bentley and Murray were looking at her with full anxiety. "We can't stay here we need to move before they find us," Bentley stated.
Continuing the chest compressions she had no time to refuse. Murray took his place behind the driver's wheel. Setting the van in motion again. While she continued the CPR, Bentley kept a close eye on her making sure she didn't make any wrong move trying to hurt him.
After giving mouth to mouth again, there finally came life in the raccoon. He started coughing spitting out sea water. Everyone let out a sigh of relief.
Making eye contact with her. A small smile appeared on his face. "Hey, Sam you are still here?"
She sighed not having the energy to say something about the name, she slumped down on the ground. 'What did I get myself into."
