Author's Note: Wow. I got two reviews on the same day. I think I'm gonna cry. Thanks for looking at this, let alone reading it. I'm trying to add more chapters so that readers don't get p.o.ed at me for not updating. Like I said, school gets out on the 19th of June, so once I'm free I'll be updating a lot more…..I hope. Oh. If you catch any spellings of the as t-e-h in here, tell me so I can shoot myself. I'm trying to make this looked a bit more organized too. If the double spaced thing isn't working out, yell and me, and I can shoot myself for that too. Oh. And I'm submitting chapter four after I submit chapter three of Treasure Planet so that story doesn't get behind. Just a warning.
SON OF TARZAN
Chapter Three—Left Behind
Wringing out her sock and looking over with furry at her friend, who now had a black right eye, she pulled back her sock to see the damage report. "This water tastes worse then the sewage back in England." She said in disgust, putting the soggy sock back on her foot, and sighing. She was covered in gold colored sand from head to foot. She had never seen any kind of sand like this before. Back in England, all the sand was gray or black, and was at least an inch long.
Maybe it was rocks and not sand.
Shrugging, she pulled off her other sock and repeated the same procedure. "So why are you up so early?" she asked to finally break the hateful silence between the two. Glancing over at her with a hesitant and cheeky grin, he said "It's past noon. Everyone else went out on an exploration. They left me here to deal with you." "You say that as if it's a bad thing." She said slowly. "Well just lookit what I had to do to get you to wake up." He pointed out. "You could have thought of something better." She snapped, wincing. Salt was still in her throat, and it was scratchy…..The water here had extra salt, that was for sure, and she didn't like it. It was painful, and it had the strong taste of seaweed mixed in with it. James didn't seem too affected by it though. However she did remember him saying something about living in Africa at some point. Maybe every coastal area had water like this and she was just an idiot. "Well are we gonna catch up with them?" she asked, pulling off her sleep-wear sweat-shirt and trying to wring it out as best she could as well.
Looking back at her with his one good eye, he said "You must be joking." with a little laugh. "They left at dawn. They must be miles away by now, battling poachers of something."
"For Chris sake, there aren't any POACHERS here. We're on an island, not a nationally protected forest!" Gwen snapped, and James rolled his eyes. "I was kidding." He said simply, as if it was plain as day. Maybe it was and she was just being sensitive. She sure felt sensitive. "Want to go look around?" James asked with a yawn, cleaning his nails. "Unless you're too scared." He added with a sneer. Mimicking him with a sneer of her own, she got up, water sloshing in her shoes. "Sure. Maybe it'll get me dried off. Want a banana?"
Getting up, the two teenagers trudged back to camp, water sloshing in their heels, Peeling bananas, Gwen pulled her shoe off to dump out water, and said "Which side are we aiming for? East or West?"
"How about we just go wherever."
"Sounds good to me I guess. But if we get lost we're screwed."