The Scavenger Years (part V)- "Survival is in the Blood..."
By Chibi Acky
Email: xela@selphie.nu
Loves: reviews, nice emails, and even *gasp* flames! Yes, come diss me, all you yaoi worshipers!
Hates: Stupid disclaimers (Gundam W is owned by Sunrise, yadda yadda...), and idiots who are idiots just to be idiots.
Author's Note: Okay.... *falls over in exasperation* I have TOO many stories going at once. I think I'm starting to lose interest in my stories, because my enthusasium has gone to little more than zilch. I've been busy making websites and helping people with *their* stories... leaving me no time to work on my own.
So for all the people waiting for this: (over 3 months!) Thank you for waiting!
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It was another couple of months before I could walk on my ankle. Uncle Ashler insisted that I spend the days resting, which made me feel no less active than a potato. He'd leave in the morning to gather fruit, come back to drop the food off and boil water (which he'd learned to gather from the consistent rainfall), and leave again with Patience to gather more wood, before finally coming back to eat himself. All of this took the main portion of the morning.
The one thing I did appreciate though, was the sunsets on the island. Some times I'd take Patience on walks with me down the beach, just to stretch out my cramped and sore legs. I could always see the disgruntled look on my Uncle's face as I came strolling back to our little camp.
What was our "camp" like, might you ask? Perhaps now would be a good time to explain what the island looked like. The island is roughly in the shape of a hexagon, with several stretches of land branching out on each side. There were mainly just shallow waters lined with smooth pebbles in each of the indents. Of course, with our luck, there was rarely a fish that ever ventured forth into a place we could reach them. The ocean water surrounding the island was a clear blue... absolutely gorgeous. However calm it was near the island, it was rough and choppy as you wadded out further. Our camp was located towards the center of the island, where there was a small cave-like waterfall that ran only ocean water. In fact, the waterfall also served as a nice bathing place... after you got past the fact that you were bathing in the water you had to sometimes go to the bathroom in.
Surroundings were that of a typical tropical island. Lush forests of palm trees and strange plants were all about, not to mention the odd variety of animal life. Especially those monkeys.
Especially that damn Mr. Peepers.
And so began year number two on the island.
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"Wha-?" Scattered about her, were underwear.
Her underwear.
Everywhere.
In fact, all of what little clothes Relena had salvaged from the plane wreck lay in mangled piles around her. Glancing up, she quickly snatched her bra (which had been dangling from the branch above her) as her uncle marched back into their clearing.
"Now what in the name of...?" He paused, setting down the firewood. "Peepers! GET OUT HERE NOW!"
Relena who had never heard her *kind* uncle yell before, took a step back. "Peepers?" She inquired, "What's a 'Peepers'?"
Ashler gave her a quirky smile, "A very perverted monkey who likes to steal the undergarments of people... I'm sorry, I should have warned you." They both sighed as he continued, "It'll take you weeks before you find everything he took..."
"Well... I don't suppose it's that bad, considering the fact I really didn't have anything to start with." Patience, who had been at Ashler's side, purred as Relena stroked her black fur. She bent down to pick up some of the firewood, tossing it into the makeshift fire pit they had made.
"I suppose it could be worse..." Ashler began. Just then, a loud clap of thunder angrily rang out, and pounding rain began to fall.
The now drenched Relena turned to her Uncle with an unamused look on her face.
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"Steady... steady..."
Sweat literally poured off her well tanned face.
"You're doing a great job. Steady... stead-"
"Tell me to be 'steady' one more time, and I might have to hurt you." Relena said through clenching her teeth. From where the two were perched on the lone boulder in the middle of the indent, you would've thought they were about to dive in. Instead, they were "fishing".
Fishing on the island of misery required a long spear that had to be smoothed and chipped with your own hands and rocks. If you lost it attempting to catch a stray fish or two, you would have to make another one. A long, and painful, task.
Finally not able to stand the burning sun on her back, or her uncle's coaching of "Steady", Relena aimed wildly, knowing that even if she missed, she would still be out of the blinding sun, which at that very moment, was the most important thing for her.
"Bloody... I don't believe it! It took me *years* to learn how to throw that stupid thing, and you get it down on the first try!" Ashler's voice cut into her daydreaming of the nice chilly water below them.
"I got it?" She looked down, and sure enough, there was the lone fish, pinned in-between the rocks below. "I got it! Uncle Ashler! I got it!"
Ashler laughed, "That you did, Relena. That you did."
And then, even more shockingly, "OH MY GOD! I killed it!" She sobbed, "What kinda pacifist am I?"
"A very hungry one?"
"That's not funny!" She pouted, "What if it had been a real person?"
"Relena, it's a fish."
"I hurt it though! I'm so ashamed of myself!" She paused before wailing, "And what I've become!"
"Okaaaaayyyy... something tells me this isn't about the fish anymore."
"How can you stay here like this? I can't stand this place anymore!" She sat down, burying her hands in her tangled mane. "I haven't brushed my teeth in practically a year, no baths.... no family!" She sobbed, "No nothing!"
Geesh... maybe I should move her out of the sun.... Ashler quickly dashed those thoughts when he realized something. "It's hard, I know. The first couple of years, I felt like killing myself... it gets lonely here; I'll be the first to admit that." He placed an arm around her shoulder, "And if it makes you feel any better, I haven't brushed my teeth or combed my hair in ten or so years."
Relena laughed slightly.
"But what I don't understand is why you haven't just tried to escape from here." Relena lifted her eyes to meet his. The very same eyes she remembered from being a little girl, and the same ones that held what appeared to be infinite wisdom or sadness.
"Rule number one of survival, Lena. Don't assume anything."
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Okay, so you can call me stupid or whatever you want for having a mental breakdown about killing a fish, but you have to understand, that from that point on, my entire outlook on life was drastically changed. Suddenly, it was eat or be eaten, a survival of the fittest-type world.
But when it comes down to it, I suppose that politics and island life were much the same. It was always a constant challenge to keep your head above the water.
_____________________________
"So... what's this we're looking at?" Duo questioned, twiddling his thumbs uncharacteristically.
"A piece of the plane that Relena was flying on." Noin answered, rubbing her eyes.
"Does this mean that she's-" Heero cut Hilde off, "It doesn't mean a thing, because we found every other body, but hers."
"She could have been eaten, by sharks or something..." Duo chirped up, earning a hard braid yank from Hilde, and dirty stares from everyone else.
"No, he's right." Lady Une sighed miserably, "There are thousands of islands surrounding that area, but there are also some nasty sea creatures. We need to do a more careful scan of the area..." She seemed to choke on her words, "She could have been thrown from the plane."
Zechs, the former Lighting Baron, had a determined look on his face. "She's not dead. I agree with Yuy on this."
The others stared at him, in almost a pitying manner.
"What makes you so sure?" Trowa asked from where he had leaned himself against a wall.
Zechs felt his lips turn slightly upward - the first smile since the time Relena had been listed as a missing person, "Because... survival is in the blood."
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"Relena... whatever are you doing?" Ashler found his niece busy at work, the very next morning, humming a tune he'd never heard before. Beside her, Patience was stretched out, soaking up the blistering rays of the sun.
"I'm making you a raft, silly!" Relena answered him as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Taking another branch, she weaved it around one of the pieces of wood she'd nabbed from a dead tree.
"A raft as in I'm gonna float away from my little island on my little raft, raft?"
"You got it." Relena flashed him a cheery smile. Her uncle managed to plop himself down next to her. He took her hands in his, and said to her gently, "I've tried this already, and nearly got myself killed in action." Taking her hands from his, she told him proudly, "But you're gonna make it with this one, I promise."
"And what about you? I won't let you stay here by-"
"Myself? Since when has this been an issue? You've been here by yourself for over ten years... me? I've only been here for a little more than a year." She paused to wipe the sweat from her forehead, "And anyway, once you make it to land, you can go and tell the others where I am." Her smile instantly grew brighter at the concept of going home.
"I don't like this..." Ashler rocked back onto his palms and looked up towards the sky.
"You don't have to like it, because you're going!" She shot him a death glare, "And you're going to meet up with Milliardo and meet his wife Ms. Noin, and THEN you are going to tell them where I am!"
"Any other requests, Princess?"
"Actually..." She looked rather sheepish, "When you come back, could you bring a toothbrush and toothpaste?"
Ashler just laughed.
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Two Weeks Later....
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"... and what will happen if I run out of water?"
"You pray a ship finds you." Relena answered with all honesty.
"Do you remember where to go when the rains come in? They weren't nearly as heavy last year."
"Yes, I do believe I remember... the question should be if YOU remember where YOU'RE going?"
"Some place called Brussel Sprouts or something?"
Relena gave him an annoyed look, "Just forget I even asked..."
Helping her drag the raft towards the ocean, he finally said with a quirky grin, "Will do." Relena punched him playfully in the shoulder, "Go ahead, get going."
"Oh, so you ARE trying to get rid of me, aren't you?" Relena rolled her eyes, "No, it's because the sooner you get off the island, the sooner you can be back with my toothpaste!" They both shared a quick laugh, before a thick blanket of silence befell them. Ashler put an arm around his niece and stared out into the sea almost blankly. Finally, he turned to her and asked for the last, and definite, time, "Are you sure that you don't want to go?"
Relena nodded and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "Say hi to the Cinq kingdom for me, okay?" Ashler nodded slowly, giving her another lasting hug, "I'm coming back for you 'Lena... and I'll be sure to have your toothpaste."
Relena nodded, tears pooling in her eyes, as she watched her uncle float away back to her home.
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It wasn't that I didn't *want* to go. I would have given up everything to have switched positions with my uncle, but I didn't... and I probably never would have, if asked the question. It's hard for people to understand me, I guess. I had this big, fantastic life, but all my Uncle Ashler had known for the past ten years were the island. *He* needed to be the one to go back home... after being here, he deserved it.
So I watched, praying that he'd be okay. He had to make it through, because not only was I counting on introducing him back to Milliardo and hanging out with him, my life was in his well callused hands.
The same hands I wouldn't see for three more years.
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The sun was always hotter by the ocean than it was in land, but when you were actually in the middle of the ocean, it was as though you were spending a day in hell. Around him, the light reflected itself off of the water, and created an almost surreal glow around him. Ashler Peacecraft could literally *feel* the skin falling off of his back from the sun.
Dipping his hand lazily in the water, he pondered about how long he had been floating for. Just by checking his rations of coconuts and bananas, it had to have been at least a week.
'Lena... are you okay?
Suddenly, the heat was too tense for him. He reached over to the last of his water canteens that he and Relena had made out of coconut shells, and tried to empty it's contents into his mouth.
Nothing.
There was nothing left in the coconut shell.
Am I... out of water?
He shut his eyes at the nearly unbearable thought.
Am I going to die out here...? Out in the ocean I hate so much?
Using the oars that he'd constructed, he began to push his speed up, ignoring the dizziness in both his head and his body. Finally, when he was unable to move any further... when his hands were raw from the work, and when he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore, he saw it:
The Mimarin.
A ship.
Thank you, God. I'll pray tonight, I swear I will...
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"Hello? Sir?" Ashler, hoping he'd open his eyes to the beauty of a luxury cruise, was highly disappointed with the rust stains and dirty men gathered around him.
"He ain't pretty." One of the men threw his cigar butt to the ground.
"Wh-where am I?"
"The oil ship The Mimarin, where the hell are you supposed to be?"
"In... Sprouts?" Ashler shook his head to clear his thoughts, "Yeah, a town named Sprouts. I need to meet my nephew and his new wife, yes, that's it."
"Sprouts? I neva hearda it, any of you?" The man had an accent that was indistinguishable from all the others. Everyone in the room shook their heads but one man, "I think that's in Canada..." The others nodded dumbly, as if trying to prove their intelligence.
"Well Misa', we've got ourselves three years out here until the company will let us back. It's all about the oil, ya know?" The first man replied.
"No! I have to get to Sprouts right away! My niece, she's- she's... I don't remember... oh my God, I don't remember." The old man shook his head. The men around him looked confused as to what to do.
"Should we call da coast guard to bring him in?"
"Nah, our transmission is busted, remember?"
"Damn." The first one swore, "Well... Mista', in three years, we'll give you a ride back to Sprouts, 'k?" Ashler nodded dumbly. "But if anoth'r ship comes, we'll letcha go wit them, ya know?"
But the ship never came, and it never would.
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*wakes herself up and yawns* Well, that was a boring chapter. Ugh, enthusiasm level = 1.2 % I think if I don't get any reviews, I won't finish this... That's not a threat or anything, it's just that I'm sorta gettin' bored with this story.
Luvs,
Chibi Acky
PS Please excuse any, and all mistakes that might have been made within thesse 2697 words. This piece of "earth-shattering" literature was composed from 3-5 AM with a lot of struggling, hair-pulling, and stalling. Thank you, have a nice day!
PPS Mimarin is actually a character from the movie "Perfect Blue"- which I HIGHLY recommend. It's AWESOME! I chose Mimarin, because my dear friend Bishounen offered to host my blog at his domain! (mimarin.net) Tee hee!
Until the next three months!
By Chibi Acky
Email: xela@selphie.nu
Loves: reviews, nice emails, and even *gasp* flames! Yes, come diss me, all you yaoi worshipers!
Hates: Stupid disclaimers (Gundam W is owned by Sunrise, yadda yadda...), and idiots who are idiots just to be idiots.
Author's Note: Okay.... *falls over in exasperation* I have TOO many stories going at once. I think I'm starting to lose interest in my stories, because my enthusasium has gone to little more than zilch. I've been busy making websites and helping people with *their* stories... leaving me no time to work on my own.
So for all the people waiting for this: (over 3 months!) Thank you for waiting!
_______________________________________
It was another couple of months before I could walk on my ankle. Uncle Ashler insisted that I spend the days resting, which made me feel no less active than a potato. He'd leave in the morning to gather fruit, come back to drop the food off and boil water (which he'd learned to gather from the consistent rainfall), and leave again with Patience to gather more wood, before finally coming back to eat himself. All of this took the main portion of the morning.
The one thing I did appreciate though, was the sunsets on the island. Some times I'd take Patience on walks with me down the beach, just to stretch out my cramped and sore legs. I could always see the disgruntled look on my Uncle's face as I came strolling back to our little camp.
What was our "camp" like, might you ask? Perhaps now would be a good time to explain what the island looked like. The island is roughly in the shape of a hexagon, with several stretches of land branching out on each side. There were mainly just shallow waters lined with smooth pebbles in each of the indents. Of course, with our luck, there was rarely a fish that ever ventured forth into a place we could reach them. The ocean water surrounding the island was a clear blue... absolutely gorgeous. However calm it was near the island, it was rough and choppy as you wadded out further. Our camp was located towards the center of the island, where there was a small cave-like waterfall that ran only ocean water. In fact, the waterfall also served as a nice bathing place... after you got past the fact that you were bathing in the water you had to sometimes go to the bathroom in.
Surroundings were that of a typical tropical island. Lush forests of palm trees and strange plants were all about, not to mention the odd variety of animal life. Especially those monkeys.
Especially that damn Mr. Peepers.
And so began year number two on the island.
___________________
"Wha-?" Scattered about her, were underwear.
Her underwear.
Everywhere.
In fact, all of what little clothes Relena had salvaged from the plane wreck lay in mangled piles around her. Glancing up, she quickly snatched her bra (which had been dangling from the branch above her) as her uncle marched back into their clearing.
"Now what in the name of...?" He paused, setting down the firewood. "Peepers! GET OUT HERE NOW!"
Relena who had never heard her *kind* uncle yell before, took a step back. "Peepers?" She inquired, "What's a 'Peepers'?"
Ashler gave her a quirky smile, "A very perverted monkey who likes to steal the undergarments of people... I'm sorry, I should have warned you." They both sighed as he continued, "It'll take you weeks before you find everything he took..."
"Well... I don't suppose it's that bad, considering the fact I really didn't have anything to start with." Patience, who had been at Ashler's side, purred as Relena stroked her black fur. She bent down to pick up some of the firewood, tossing it into the makeshift fire pit they had made.
"I suppose it could be worse..." Ashler began. Just then, a loud clap of thunder angrily rang out, and pounding rain began to fall.
The now drenched Relena turned to her Uncle with an unamused look on her face.
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"Steady... steady..."
Sweat literally poured off her well tanned face.
"You're doing a great job. Steady... stead-"
"Tell me to be 'steady' one more time, and I might have to hurt you." Relena said through clenching her teeth. From where the two were perched on the lone boulder in the middle of the indent, you would've thought they were about to dive in. Instead, they were "fishing".
Fishing on the island of misery required a long spear that had to be smoothed and chipped with your own hands and rocks. If you lost it attempting to catch a stray fish or two, you would have to make another one. A long, and painful, task.
Finally not able to stand the burning sun on her back, or her uncle's coaching of "Steady", Relena aimed wildly, knowing that even if she missed, she would still be out of the blinding sun, which at that very moment, was the most important thing for her.
"Bloody... I don't believe it! It took me *years* to learn how to throw that stupid thing, and you get it down on the first try!" Ashler's voice cut into her daydreaming of the nice chilly water below them.
"I got it?" She looked down, and sure enough, there was the lone fish, pinned in-between the rocks below. "I got it! Uncle Ashler! I got it!"
Ashler laughed, "That you did, Relena. That you did."
And then, even more shockingly, "OH MY GOD! I killed it!" She sobbed, "What kinda pacifist am I?"
"A very hungry one?"
"That's not funny!" She pouted, "What if it had been a real person?"
"Relena, it's a fish."
"I hurt it though! I'm so ashamed of myself!" She paused before wailing, "And what I've become!"
"Okaaaaayyyy... something tells me this isn't about the fish anymore."
"How can you stay here like this? I can't stand this place anymore!" She sat down, burying her hands in her tangled mane. "I haven't brushed my teeth in practically a year, no baths.... no family!" She sobbed, "No nothing!"
Geesh... maybe I should move her out of the sun.... Ashler quickly dashed those thoughts when he realized something. "It's hard, I know. The first couple of years, I felt like killing myself... it gets lonely here; I'll be the first to admit that." He placed an arm around her shoulder, "And if it makes you feel any better, I haven't brushed my teeth or combed my hair in ten or so years."
Relena laughed slightly.
"But what I don't understand is why you haven't just tried to escape from here." Relena lifted her eyes to meet his. The very same eyes she remembered from being a little girl, and the same ones that held what appeared to be infinite wisdom or sadness.
"Rule number one of survival, Lena. Don't assume anything."
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Okay, so you can call me stupid or whatever you want for having a mental breakdown about killing a fish, but you have to understand, that from that point on, my entire outlook on life was drastically changed. Suddenly, it was eat or be eaten, a survival of the fittest-type world.
But when it comes down to it, I suppose that politics and island life were much the same. It was always a constant challenge to keep your head above the water.
_____________________________
"So... what's this we're looking at?" Duo questioned, twiddling his thumbs uncharacteristically.
"A piece of the plane that Relena was flying on." Noin answered, rubbing her eyes.
"Does this mean that she's-" Heero cut Hilde off, "It doesn't mean a thing, because we found every other body, but hers."
"She could have been eaten, by sharks or something..." Duo chirped up, earning a hard braid yank from Hilde, and dirty stares from everyone else.
"No, he's right." Lady Une sighed miserably, "There are thousands of islands surrounding that area, but there are also some nasty sea creatures. We need to do a more careful scan of the area..." She seemed to choke on her words, "She could have been thrown from the plane."
Zechs, the former Lighting Baron, had a determined look on his face. "She's not dead. I agree with Yuy on this."
The others stared at him, in almost a pitying manner.
"What makes you so sure?" Trowa asked from where he had leaned himself against a wall.
Zechs felt his lips turn slightly upward - the first smile since the time Relena had been listed as a missing person, "Because... survival is in the blood."
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"Relena... whatever are you doing?" Ashler found his niece busy at work, the very next morning, humming a tune he'd never heard before. Beside her, Patience was stretched out, soaking up the blistering rays of the sun.
"I'm making you a raft, silly!" Relena answered him as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Taking another branch, she weaved it around one of the pieces of wood she'd nabbed from a dead tree.
"A raft as in I'm gonna float away from my little island on my little raft, raft?"
"You got it." Relena flashed him a cheery smile. Her uncle managed to plop himself down next to her. He took her hands in his, and said to her gently, "I've tried this already, and nearly got myself killed in action." Taking her hands from his, she told him proudly, "But you're gonna make it with this one, I promise."
"And what about you? I won't let you stay here by-"
"Myself? Since when has this been an issue? You've been here by yourself for over ten years... me? I've only been here for a little more than a year." She paused to wipe the sweat from her forehead, "And anyway, once you make it to land, you can go and tell the others where I am." Her smile instantly grew brighter at the concept of going home.
"I don't like this..." Ashler rocked back onto his palms and looked up towards the sky.
"You don't have to like it, because you're going!" She shot him a death glare, "And you're going to meet up with Milliardo and meet his wife Ms. Noin, and THEN you are going to tell them where I am!"
"Any other requests, Princess?"
"Actually..." She looked rather sheepish, "When you come back, could you bring a toothbrush and toothpaste?"
Ashler just laughed.
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Two Weeks Later....
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"... and what will happen if I run out of water?"
"You pray a ship finds you." Relena answered with all honesty.
"Do you remember where to go when the rains come in? They weren't nearly as heavy last year."
"Yes, I do believe I remember... the question should be if YOU remember where YOU'RE going?"
"Some place called Brussel Sprouts or something?"
Relena gave him an annoyed look, "Just forget I even asked..."
Helping her drag the raft towards the ocean, he finally said with a quirky grin, "Will do." Relena punched him playfully in the shoulder, "Go ahead, get going."
"Oh, so you ARE trying to get rid of me, aren't you?" Relena rolled her eyes, "No, it's because the sooner you get off the island, the sooner you can be back with my toothpaste!" They both shared a quick laugh, before a thick blanket of silence befell them. Ashler put an arm around his niece and stared out into the sea almost blankly. Finally, he turned to her and asked for the last, and definite, time, "Are you sure that you don't want to go?"
Relena nodded and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "Say hi to the Cinq kingdom for me, okay?" Ashler nodded slowly, giving her another lasting hug, "I'm coming back for you 'Lena... and I'll be sure to have your toothpaste."
Relena nodded, tears pooling in her eyes, as she watched her uncle float away back to her home.
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It wasn't that I didn't *want* to go. I would have given up everything to have switched positions with my uncle, but I didn't... and I probably never would have, if asked the question. It's hard for people to understand me, I guess. I had this big, fantastic life, but all my Uncle Ashler had known for the past ten years were the island. *He* needed to be the one to go back home... after being here, he deserved it.
So I watched, praying that he'd be okay. He had to make it through, because not only was I counting on introducing him back to Milliardo and hanging out with him, my life was in his well callused hands.
The same hands I wouldn't see for three more years.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
The sun was always hotter by the ocean than it was in land, but when you were actually in the middle of the ocean, it was as though you were spending a day in hell. Around him, the light reflected itself off of the water, and created an almost surreal glow around him. Ashler Peacecraft could literally *feel* the skin falling off of his back from the sun.
Dipping his hand lazily in the water, he pondered about how long he had been floating for. Just by checking his rations of coconuts and bananas, it had to have been at least a week.
'Lena... are you okay?
Suddenly, the heat was too tense for him. He reached over to the last of his water canteens that he and Relena had made out of coconut shells, and tried to empty it's contents into his mouth.
Nothing.
There was nothing left in the coconut shell.
Am I... out of water?
He shut his eyes at the nearly unbearable thought.
Am I going to die out here...? Out in the ocean I hate so much?
Using the oars that he'd constructed, he began to push his speed up, ignoring the dizziness in both his head and his body. Finally, when he was unable to move any further... when his hands were raw from the work, and when he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore, he saw it:
The Mimarin.
A ship.
Thank you, God. I'll pray tonight, I swear I will...
((((((((((((((((((()))))))))))))))))))))
"Hello? Sir?" Ashler, hoping he'd open his eyes to the beauty of a luxury cruise, was highly disappointed with the rust stains and dirty men gathered around him.
"He ain't pretty." One of the men threw his cigar butt to the ground.
"Wh-where am I?"
"The oil ship The Mimarin, where the hell are you supposed to be?"
"In... Sprouts?" Ashler shook his head to clear his thoughts, "Yeah, a town named Sprouts. I need to meet my nephew and his new wife, yes, that's it."
"Sprouts? I neva hearda it, any of you?" The man had an accent that was indistinguishable from all the others. Everyone in the room shook their heads but one man, "I think that's in Canada..." The others nodded dumbly, as if trying to prove their intelligence.
"Well Misa', we've got ourselves three years out here until the company will let us back. It's all about the oil, ya know?" The first man replied.
"No! I have to get to Sprouts right away! My niece, she's- she's... I don't remember... oh my God, I don't remember." The old man shook his head. The men around him looked confused as to what to do.
"Should we call da coast guard to bring him in?"
"Nah, our transmission is busted, remember?"
"Damn." The first one swore, "Well... Mista', in three years, we'll give you a ride back to Sprouts, 'k?" Ashler nodded dumbly. "But if anoth'r ship comes, we'll letcha go wit them, ya know?"
But the ship never came, and it never would.
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*wakes herself up and yawns* Well, that was a boring chapter. Ugh, enthusiasm level = 1.2 % I think if I don't get any reviews, I won't finish this... That's not a threat or anything, it's just that I'm sorta gettin' bored with this story.
Luvs,
Chibi Acky
PS Please excuse any, and all mistakes that might have been made within thesse 2697 words. This piece of "earth-shattering" literature was composed from 3-5 AM with a lot of struggling, hair-pulling, and stalling. Thank you, have a nice day!
PPS Mimarin is actually a character from the movie "Perfect Blue"- which I HIGHLY recommend. It's AWESOME! I chose Mimarin, because my dear friend Bishounen offered to host my blog at his domain! (mimarin.net) Tee hee!
Until the next three months!