They arrived early morning through the gate with two rafts that needed to be inflated and
a seeming mountain of equipment. Along with SG-1 and General O'Neill were three
service men that did most of the hauling and toting and packing of the rafts. The first raft
was supposed to be manned by Teal'c and Carter but Daniel innocently climbed in before
she could. Carter and O'Neill claimed the second raft. These airmen pushed them off
into the calm gently flowing river where the rafts drifted in close proximity and then the
young men returned to the SGC with the UVA in tow.
"We never got this kind of service when I was in command of SG-1."
"Lt. Col. Carter has many more people volunteering their services to her than you O'Neill."
He tried to appear miffed but in fact was pleased.
It was idyllic, the sun sparkled on the water, all that was heard was the odd splashes of O'Neill's casting for the elusive off world crappie and murmurs of genial conversation. O'Neill thought the only way this day could be better was if he were leaning back against the side of the raft, already warm from the sun, with a cold beer in one hand and his arm around … He pushed the dream out of his mind and decided to enjoy what he did have. O'Neill leaned back in the prow of the raft to face Carter in the aft. He stopped speaking mid-sentence when the sky caught his attention. The weather was changing rapidly. Not only was the sky darkening with roiling clouds but the river itself seemed to be gathering steam. It was moving swifter and choppier within minutes.
"Carter did that UVA fly up river."
"No sir. It homed in on the naquida deposit and our route to it."
"I think you'd better turn around and have a look."
No sooner did she turn than the first band of squalls roll in. At this point they were close to the mouth of the river and the tide was changing causing cross currents. This combined with rain and increased turbulence in the river itself caused them to be tossed about. Anything not secured flew overboard. The winds and rain grew until they were of hurricane proportions. It took all their strength to hold onto the raft. The raft Daniel and Teal'c were in was driven off toward the boggy flats. There were sections that were reminisant of stands of Mangroves. The current that caught the other raft, drove them in the opposite direction first out into the ocean and then back toward the rocky shore.
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The howling winds and sheets of rain made it near impossible for Daniel and Teal'c steer a course for land. Primarily, they couldn't see it and secondly, they were too busy just trying to stay in the raft. A large wave lifted up the raft, and flipping it over, flung it into the Mangroves. Daniel found himself, literally, up a tree and Teal'c, a little further in land, somewhat dazed, called for his friend. Daniel and Teal'c made their way slowly through the boggy ground that was covered with a tangle of roots and vines. The mangroves kept the soil from being washed out to sea but allowed it to become a quagmire for any one unlucky enough to fine himself lost in its midst. The relentless rain and howling gale force winds made their journey slow and uncertain. They decided their best bet was to return to the Stargate, gate back to the SGC and hope that there they would meet up with Sam and Jack. If not they would return with reinforcements when the weather calmed. The eye of the storm provided them with the opportunity to make up precious time but the storm picked up again when they got within the last half mile of the gate. During the calm they actually believed they had contacted Sam and Jack. The radio connection was spotty at best but they believed that their friends were safe and looking for or had found shelter to ride out the storm.
The bottom of gate was awash when they finally found it. The water from the river as well as the sea lapped at the rock formation it was located on. Daniel feared that the DHD would short circuit but the operation proved to be flawless, the only problem being the gallons upon gallons of water the flowed through the gate with the weary travelers. The storm had caught them shortly before noon. Most of the rest of the afternoon they were tossed about and by three in the afternoon they were finally thrown into the knees of the mangroves. The journey back to the Stargate took until roughly 2 in the morning. They were soaked, cold and totally exhausted.
"We never got this kind of service when I was in command of SG-1."
"Lt. Col. Carter has many more people volunteering their services to her than you O'Neill."
He tried to appear miffed but in fact was pleased.
It was idyllic, the sun sparkled on the water, all that was heard was the odd splashes of O'Neill's casting for the elusive off world crappie and murmurs of genial conversation. O'Neill thought the only way this day could be better was if he were leaning back against the side of the raft, already warm from the sun, with a cold beer in one hand and his arm around … He pushed the dream out of his mind and decided to enjoy what he did have. O'Neill leaned back in the prow of the raft to face Carter in the aft. He stopped speaking mid-sentence when the sky caught his attention. The weather was changing rapidly. Not only was the sky darkening with roiling clouds but the river itself seemed to be gathering steam. It was moving swifter and choppier within minutes.
"Carter did that UVA fly up river."
"No sir. It homed in on the naquida deposit and our route to it."
"I think you'd better turn around and have a look."
No sooner did she turn than the first band of squalls roll in. At this point they were close to the mouth of the river and the tide was changing causing cross currents. This combined with rain and increased turbulence in the river itself caused them to be tossed about. Anything not secured flew overboard. The winds and rain grew until they were of hurricane proportions. It took all their strength to hold onto the raft. The raft Daniel and Teal'c were in was driven off toward the boggy flats. There were sections that were reminisant of stands of Mangroves. The current that caught the other raft, drove them in the opposite direction first out into the ocean and then back toward the rocky shore.
SG1SG1SG1SG1
The howling winds and sheets of rain made it near impossible for Daniel and Teal'c steer a course for land. Primarily, they couldn't see it and secondly, they were too busy just trying to stay in the raft. A large wave lifted up the raft, and flipping it over, flung it into the Mangroves. Daniel found himself, literally, up a tree and Teal'c, a little further in land, somewhat dazed, called for his friend. Daniel and Teal'c made their way slowly through the boggy ground that was covered with a tangle of roots and vines. The mangroves kept the soil from being washed out to sea but allowed it to become a quagmire for any one unlucky enough to fine himself lost in its midst. The relentless rain and howling gale force winds made their journey slow and uncertain. They decided their best bet was to return to the Stargate, gate back to the SGC and hope that there they would meet up with Sam and Jack. If not they would return with reinforcements when the weather calmed. The eye of the storm provided them with the opportunity to make up precious time but the storm picked up again when they got within the last half mile of the gate. During the calm they actually believed they had contacted Sam and Jack. The radio connection was spotty at best but they believed that their friends were safe and looking for or had found shelter to ride out the storm.
The bottom of gate was awash when they finally found it. The water from the river as well as the sea lapped at the rock formation it was located on. Daniel feared that the DHD would short circuit but the operation proved to be flawless, the only problem being the gallons upon gallons of water the flowed through the gate with the weary travelers. The storm had caught them shortly before noon. Most of the rest of the afternoon they were tossed about and by three in the afternoon they were finally thrown into the knees of the mangroves. The journey back to the Stargate took until roughly 2 in the morning. They were soaked, cold and totally exhausted.