"Sweet mother of God," I murmured. I deemed myself going cracked.
"What's going on here?" queried the captain vociferously. He stopped short, looked at everyone, and fainted. Ron grabbed my bottle of Sprite and deposited the contents all over him. He awoke, spluttering.
"Dear God," he said. "Who are these people? And those –those creatures?"
"Er, perchance you should get back to steering sir. We'll explicate as soon as we reach Bintan," I said nonchalantly. He got up and left. When he was gone, I rounded on Ron, stark raving mad. You could virtually hear a kettle whistling (That's how short my fuse is).
"WHY DID YOU DO THAT? THAT WAS OUR ONLY BOTTLE OF SPRITE!" I screamed. Ron shied away in trepidation.
"Uh…Isn't it just water?" Ventured Fred timorously. I turned on him.
"NO! IT'S NOT JUST WATER! IT'S A SOFT DRINK! BUBBLES AND ALL! THAT WAS OUR SINGLE SOLITARY BOTTLE, AND NOW IT'S BEEN DISSIPATED!" I make a clean breast getting hoarse, but I don't think I perceived it at the time.