Ha! Look at that. I didn't think I'd post the next chapter tonight, cause I didn't think I'd have enough time to finish it, but look at that. So here is chapter three, roaring and ready to go. I don't really know how grammar is in my story, I can almost never catch it in my own writing. Thank God for spell check.
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Frank groaned as his eyes fluttered against the light. He swallowed, trying to get some liquid back into his dry mouth, but all he tasted was oil and trash. He tried to speak but was interrupted by the gag in his mouth, choking off any words. He was swaying, but he himself wasn't moving. Using the light shining in from a window to his right, he looked around the room. The floor was rocking in a gently sway, back and forth. It was almost peaceful, like a lullaby that could put you to sleep.
Frank felt his eyelids grow heavy, but he jerked back awake a moment later. 'No falling asleep! You don't need that right now!' He yelled to himself. He scanned the cabin, looking for anything that might give him a clue to where they were. The window was showing half the sky, and they bottom half was covered in water. That explained the rocking, they were in a boat! That meant they were still at the marina!
Frank cheered his captors on, whoever they were, for keeping them in the same place. Then he had to find Joe. Which was pretty easy, he was on his left side, a little bit behind him. Both the brothers were tied up, their hands and feet lashed to wooden chairs. Frank twisted his wrists, seeing if there was enough room to maybe slide out of, but with no luck. All he got were bloodied wrists. He bent forward, trying to get a better look at the opposite side of the room, when he hissed as a fresh wave of pain hit him.
His back was on fire, from falling off the roof. It felt like his whole backside was one big bruise. He hadn't felt it before, because he didn't move much. Now it seemed like every breath he drew in was a new pain.
Frank shook his head, wincing slightly at some pain. He needed to focus. First things first, get off the gag. He moved his jaw around, trying to work off the gag, and after a few minutes of trying, it payed off. The gag hung limply around his neck, and he moved onto the next problem, waking his brother up.
"Joe. Joe, wake up, you need to wake up, man!" Frank called quietly, trying not to alert anyone else on board that he was awake. Joe groaned quietly, his head rolling forward against his chest. Eyelashes flutter for a moment, and seemed to be semi-conscious.
"Joe, can you hear me?" Frank asked, and Joe finally looked up, blue eyes met his. "You need to get the gag off. Move your jaw around, it worked for me." It took a couple minutes, but the blond did, the gag came out of his mouth.
"You alright?" Frank asked again, concerned.
"Yeah, I-" Joe nodded, but slammed his eyes shut with a sharp pain at his skull, "God!" Frank pulled against his ropes, looking his little brother up and down, trying to find what had happened.
"What?" Frank said, getting more and more worried.
"Ugh, major headache. Can't really, uh, focus to well right now. Everything's kind of, double." Joe said, listing out his symptoms.
"Joe, look at me." Frank commaned, and the brothers eye's met. Frank stared for a minute at his brother's eyes, which were trying hard to focus on Frank's but it wasn't working. "Ok, You probably have a concussion. Kind of hard to tell in this light because I can't really see your pupils, but that's my best guess."
Joe shut his eyes and gave a small chuckle. "Thanks, Doc. Just give me a bottle of aspirin and I'll take a nap. Then I'll be ready to go."
Frank shot up. "No, Joe! Don't go to sleep! That's the worst thing you can do, there are a million different-" Frank got angry but Joe cut him off.
"Chill, Frank. I was just joking." Joe gave a reassuring smile, and Frank relaxed. It wasn't for long, because a new light entered the room. A door at the top of a ladder swung open, and a tall man with two bodyguards descended down the ladder.
The man stood in front of the Hardy boys, a few feet away, arms behind his back, looking codly at the two of them. Then he grinned, long and evilly.
"Finally. The Hardy Boys. What a pleasure."
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