"Do you really think he's going to show up?" Evy asked carrying two large suitcases. Sophie walked on her left while Jonathan stalked on her right. She already heard quite about the American who was going to lead them to Hamunaptra. It seemed as if Evy and Jon knew him personally for many years. She sighed and carried her own luggage. Her gaze fell upon Jonathan who carried nothing but his own hat.
*Typical.* she rolled her eyes.
"Undoubtedly. I know the breed, he may be a cowboy, but his word is his word." Jonathan stated as they finally stopped to catch a breath.
"Do you really think so?" Sophia asked. The heat was killing her. She had a hard time adjusting to the new temperatures.
"Personally I think he's filthy rude a complete scoundrel. I don't like him one bit." Evy stated shaking her head.
Sophie opened her mouth to say something but someone interrupted her.
"Anyone I know?"
Three relatives turned around. A tall man cleanly shaved, and nicely dressed stood in front of them holding his bag. He was quite good looking. Sophie had to give him that much. Evy opened and closed her mouth looking stunned.
"Uhm…hello," she mumbled.
Sophie smiled and stepped forward. "My name is Sophia Carnahan. I am their cousin and will be joining you on this journey."
O'Connell looked at her up and down. She seemed almost too forward. Her eyes were sparkling and her grip on his hand was firm and confident.
"Smashing day for starting an adventure, eh, O'Connell?" Jonathan patted him on the chest.
"Yeah, smashing." O'Connell took out his passport just to make sure that it was still there, while sending Jonathan a mocking untrustworthy look.
"Oh, no, I don't still from my partner. Partner." Jonathan rushed to explain.
"That reminds me no hard feelings about the…" O'Connell demonstrated a punch. Sophia chuckled. Jonathan probably deserved it.
"Oh no, that happens all the time." Jonathan explained.
O'Connell nodded. Out of all people he could definitely understand why.
"Mr. O'Connell," Evy suddenly started. "Can you look me in the eye and guarantee that this isn't some kind of flimflam? Because if it is I am warning I…" he was interrupted by O'Connell's amused tone.
"You are warning me? Lady, let me tell you something. My whole damn garrison believed in it so much that without orders, we marched halfway across Libya and into Egypt to find that city and all we found was sand and blood."
Three relatives looked at the American with amusement and clear interest. Sophie was intrigued. She wanted to ask more questions but that's when O'Connell picked up hers and Evy's bags.
"I'll get your bags." He said and carried them on the ship. Sophie placed her hands on her waist and smiled.
"Not bad." she said winking and Evy and marched after him.
"Yes yes, you are right, filthy rude, a complete scoundrel, nothing to like there at all." Jonathan winked and his sister. That was when they both noticed the one person they desired to see the least. Warden.
"A bright good morning to all," he said with that usual smug smile plastered on his unshaved face.
"Oh no, what are you doing here?" Evy snapped in annoyance.
"I'm here to protect my investment. Thank you very much!"
Siblings exchanged looks.
"This just keeps getting better and better." Jonathan stated as he walked onto the ship. Evy sighed and followed her brother.
Travel journal
Day 1: Wednesday, 192*
Today's I've heard some interesting information. It appears that Rick O'Connell already visited Hamunaptra and barely got out of there alive. Quoting his words: "When we got there, all we found was sand and blood."
Sand and blood – I like the very sound of it.
I cannot wait to ask him for more details, but I wonder if I should wait. Evy doesn't seem to be fond of him or at least of his manners. I find it rather hilarious observing them having conversations. Evy's thin sarcasm never fails to amuse me.
Regarding my feeling about…
Sophie stopped writing and took a sip of her tea.
Egypt – it is rather an interesting place. I don't think the climate is quite the one for me. But so fat I've managed to cope with it.
So many ideas dwell on my mind. I cannot seem to put them all on the paper. I haven't yet decided on the genre of the book yet. I feel like I should concentrate on documentary matters, but I feel like I can really go for a romantic novel.
The girl rested her chin on her folded hands and looked at the opposite wall. The feeling of exhaustion was quickly getting to her. She yawned and stood up.
"Some fresh air before sleep never harmed anyone." She stated and made her way to the deck.
"What's going on?" Sophie ran to O'Connell who took out his guns and was quickly making his way to Evy's room.
"Something's wrong." He replied. "Find Jonathan and stay put. In case of danger abandon the ship." He ordered leaving her alone. Sophie furrowed her eyebrows when a gunshot broke the night silence.
"Time to go." She ran into her room and grabbed her bag. All the important items from notes to books then journals and writing equipments all of them went into her bag. Sophia shivered as she heard more gunshots from the outside. She rushed out just to see the Americans they met earlier that night clearly enjoying shooting men in black robes. They were screaming in delight which made her shake her head. The feeling of great disappointment kicked in. Sophia wanted to say something but that was when Jonathan ran out of the quarters screaming like a girl.
"Jonathan, what on earth is wrong with you?"
"I was just chased by a man on fire."
"Have you been drinking?" she questioned. The ship was on fire. The only escape Sophie could see was to jump into the river. She looked aboard for any signs of boats, but all of them were gone.
"I say, very good show chaps!" Jonathan said to the Americans as he put his hat on. Sophie sent him a weird look and rolled her eyes. "But did I panic? I think not!"
An explosion followed. Sophie jumped into the river closely followed by Jonathan. The feeling of complete loss filled her chest but what she decided to worry about it when they get out.
Panting heavily the four of them and Warden crawled out of the water. Sophia fell on ground feeling rather dead. The weight of the bag kept pulling her down and if it wasn't for Jonathan she wouldn't be able to get out at all, but letting go of her precious belongings was too hard.
"Why did you have to carry all that stuff with you?" Jonathan hissed trying to catch your breath.
"This is the work of my life…"
"But not worth your life!"
"Yeah yeah…"
"We lost everything," Evy finally exclaimed. "All of our tools, all the equipment…all my clothes."
"And that is an important bit." Sophie raised her hand with her face still in the sand. Evy glared at her lightly.
"Hey O'Connell," a squeaky voice yelled from afar. "It looks to me like I've got the horses!"
Sophie looked up. A small skinny guy, very unpleasant looking guy was screaming and waving his hands in their direction.
"Hey Beni, looks to me like you are on the wrong side of the river!" O'Connell yelled back.
"Who is that?" Sophie questioned finally rolling to a side. She brought her bag closer to her chest and smiled contently.
"Someone you don't want to know." O'Connell replied as he lay on the sand and closed his eyes.
"What are we going to do now?" Sophia finally asked.
"We'll think about it tomorrow," O'Connell finally replied.
In the end they all fell asleep.