A.N.—Here's the next chapter!
Trixy: Yes! I'm in this one!
Me: Excited much? *Raises eyebrow*
Trixy: Wha–No! No, of course not.
Me: Uh huh, suuurrre. Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter 7: A Pair of Yellow Eyes
The next day Trixy and Private sit out on the beach. They had spent the past night up in one of the coconut trees on the edge of the forest. Trixy is now doodling in the sand with some random stick that she had found. Private is staring off into space at the sea. Trixy finishes her drawing and looks at it and then looks up at Private, she follows his gaze out to the open sea.
"Do you see anything interesting out there, Priv?" She asks with a slight chuckle. Private shakes his head slowly.
"No...Why? Do you?" Private replies glancing over at Trixy.
"Nope..." Trixy goes back to her sand drawing and frowns at it before wiping it back out and starting afresh on a different sand picture. Eventually she sighs and tosses her stick away. "Private, I'm tired of sitting here. Let's go explore the island or something." Private nods slowly.
"Yeah...maybe we'll be able to find a way home." Private slowly stands up after Trixy.
"That's the spirit! Come on, then." Trixy grabs Private by a flipper and practically drags him after her.
"Trixy—Trixy, I can walk myself, you don't have to drag me along behind like a rag doll."
"Oh, hehe, sorry, Priv. I suppose I was just in a hurry to do something." Trixy releases Private and waits for him to dust himself off and then starts waddling ahead again. They weave silently in and out between trees.
Grrrrrrrroooooowwwwwwl...
Trixy stops in her tracks and looks around. "Psst. Priv, did you hear that?" Private stops walking.
"Here what, Trix?"
"That growly noise." Private looks at her and shakes his head.
"No, can't say that I did."
Meeeeoooowwwwwrrrrrrroooooow wwwl...
"On second thought, I may hear it." Private whispers as he too starts to search his surroundings for the cause of the mysterious growling.
*Snap!*
The sound sounded as if it was just behind them, they could feel the heat of something staring at them on their backs. Private and Trixy look nervously at each other before slowly turning around. In the trees and brush they see a pair of fierce bright yellow eyes. Then it is gone. Trixy and Private look at each other again.
"Wha–What do you think that was, Private?" Trixy asks.
"I–I don't know...and something tells me we probably don't want to know either." Private replies. Trixy nods slowly.
"Maybe...maybe we need to keep moving." Private nods.
"Yeah, that's probably a good idea." They once again start walking through the island forest, but this time a bit quicker than they were going at first. They also went the opposite direction of whatever those yellow eyes belonged to. Eventually they come to what appears to be a forked path; the two penguins stop and look down the two paths. "I think we should take the left path, Trixy."
"No. I'm pretty sure it's the right path."
"But Trix, when it comes to paths you're always supposed to go left."
"Yes, but you always go left unless you must take a right which is the case now."
"The right is most likely a dead-end."
"No, the left is probably a loop back to where you are now." They each stare angrily at the other. "I propose we each go our own way and see who the Buckingham was right."
"I'll second that motion." Private nods. They then shake flippers.
"Best of British*, Priv." Trixy says with a quick snap of a salute. They then both start down their chosen paths.
British Slang:
*Best of British — Good luck
