A.N.—Aaaannnndddd, here is chapter 4! :D
Trixy: Agh! Help! I'm drowning!
Me: Uh, no. You're not.
Trixy: I know.
Me: O–kaaaay...
Both: Enjoy! :)
Chapter 4: Gigantic Waves
Suddenly a crack of lightening floods the once brilliant blue sky with bright white light. Skipper looks up and sees the thunderclouds that Kowalski had mentioned moments beforehand. He frowns as thunder starts to roll.
"Alright, Kowalski, your thundercloud suspicion may have some credibility." Skipper says. Kowalski nods.
"I—" he starts but Skipper stops him.
"Kowalski, there will be no 'I told you so's allowed on this fishing trip. Got it?"
"*Sigh* Yes, sir, Skipper." Another flash of lightening colors the sky followed by a very loud clap of thunder. Trixy jumps and rocks the boat.
"Steady, Trixy. Don't upset the boat." Trixy looks nervously at Skipper.
"S-s-sorry, sir. I'll try not to." she says. Again a clap of thunder rolls through the now cloudy sky. Trixy gives a small, barely audible yelp and grabs onto Private in fear. Private, though he had been surprised by Trixy's sudden clamping on to his shoulder, calmly puts his flipper over her shoulders and holds her closer.
"Shhh, Trixy. It's okay. Remembah, the thundah cannot hurt you. It's just a noise." he whispers. She nods. Lightning flashes again across the now dark sky. The water begins to get choppy. The waves begin to grow in both size and speed. The wind also picks up.
"Quick! Rico, cut the main sail!" Skipper shouts into the wind. Rico salutes.
" 'Es, 'ir!" he says as he lowers the sail.
"Or was it hoist?" Skipper taps his forehead in rapid thinking. "Let's see...when the weather's getting moist, always cut, never hoist. Yeah, it was cut." Now the rain starts. It starts as a light drizzle, but then it becomes quick, freezing cold, almost horizontal, large raindrops. The waves under the boat grow even more and soon the little sloop is pitched left and right, up and down. The little boat is bounced from one large wave crest to the next. "Everyone! Hold on!"
"What else would you expect us to do, Skippah? Jump into the watah?" Trixy yells into the wind and rain.
"This isn't the time for sarcasm, soldier! Just do what you're told!"
"Yes, sir; sorry, sir!" Skipper holds onto the tiller for dear life, Kowalski and Rico grab onto the mast, and Private and Trixy grip onto a side of the boat. All of a sudden the boat is engulfed by a wave of monstrous volume and size. As the boat tips out of the wave, Private and Trixy lose their grips on the boat's side. Skipper spits out a mouth-full of sea water once the boat is no longer submerged.
"Is everyone alright?"
"Yes, sir." says Kowalski.
"Yup." says Rico. Trixy and Private do not reply. Skipper looks around.
"Private? Trixy? Are you okay?" Skipper calls. There is still no reply. Kowalski and Rico also look around. There is no sign of the two privates. Skipper looks at Kowalski. "Analysis, Kowalski, ASAP." Kowalski takes out his now soggy options clipboard.
"It would seem, Skipper, that they must have been washed off the boat during one of those larger waves." Kowalski says.
"So they're...?"
"Probably, sir...but, they are strong swimmers so there's a small, minuscule chance that they're not...you know." Skipper nods.
"Well, then that's the chance we'll go with. We will find our soldiers whether it's the last thing we'll do." Kowalski and Rico nod.
"Agreed."
Meanwhile, Trixy and Private are having probably the hardest struggle of their lives. They try to keep their heads above the surface of the ocean, but as soon as they are able to fight their way up, they are shoved down once again by another giant wave in the churning water. But, still they fight the water. Soon, and about as sudden as the storm had come, the storm quietens. The sea calms. The winds cease their harsh blow and the rain slackens and stops completely. Private and Trixy push their way to the surface again and this time do not get pushed back down.
"*Cough! Cough! Cough!* Private!?" Trixy calls.
"*Cough! Cough!* Ovah here!" Private calls back. There is a considerable amount of water filled distance between the two. They swim towards each other and meet at the halfway mark between them panting and exhausted.
"I...*cough* I think I can see land way ovah there." Private looks at where she is pointing.
"I think I can *cough...cough* see it too." Trixy gives a tired nod.
"Let's try for it." Private nods. The each take a deep breath and swim as fast as their physically and mentally tried feathered bodies could manage. Then they begin to slow. There is just so much water and they have only just so much energy left. They get about a third of the way to the island and lose consciousness from over exhaustion.
A.N.—Don't you just LOVE cliffhangers? XD
Trixy: NO!
Me: :P Don't worry. I'll continue ASAP!
Trixy: You bettah.
Me: Was that a threat?
Trixy: *Shrugs* I dunno...maybe...