He heard them before he saw them. The strange sounds, like something was dragging
something up the beach. When there was a break in the clouds he could clearly see the
turtles lumbering up the beach. Well they mostly looked like turtle, loggerheads, shells,
flippers, beaky heads and big. He estimated they ranged from four to six feet long. Then
to his amazement he realized just what they were doing; they were coming up to the high
end of the beach to lay their eggs. It was like watching the Discovery Channel or Animal
Planet. The beach wasn't 30 yards long and it was a mass of creature digging. Nesting
sites were at a premium and some clutches of eggs were dug up in the attempt to bury
others. He thought about going down to the beach and snagging some of the eggs that
had been disturbed. They would only be washed out to sea in the rising tide and he
wasn't sure that he had found any food in the items toss on to shore. He walked out in
the rock area that the sea creatures avoided and searched in the moon light for any other
bit of wreckage that he and Carter could make use of. He was close enough to the
creatures to see the deep scores on their shells and partially missing flipper. Returning to
the cave with two eggs that had been flung his way and a rescued small Styrofoam lunch
chest, he wondered what else inhabited the seas.
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He didn't realize that she was conscience until he heard her call out.
"… can't leave him here. 's too cold."
He went over to her.
"You cold?"
"Yeah but the Colonel, we can't leave the Colonel."
She sounded absolutely desperate, tossing about.
"It's alright. Everything is going to be alright."
"No, no. I can't do it. I can't fix it."
He tried again to soothe her. She was so agitated that she tried to untangle herself from the sleeping bag and get up.
"He's cold, must be so cold, not again."
"I'm here Carter. I'm all right. It's okay; everything's going to be okay." She opened her eyes gasping for breathe calming only when she touched his arm, knowing for sure he was real and there with her. He encouraged her to go back to sleep.
O'Neill stepped out of the mouth of the cave primarily to take a leak but took the opportunity to survey the territory. The tracks of the turtles that had crawled up on the shore to lay their eggs were covered by the rising tide. Way out in the water there was a shadow, must be something floating he thought. And for a brief moment his heart lurched thinking it could be the other raft capsized. No, no he knew that they were safe. But the shadow reared up and swallowed one of the retreating turtles whole.
"Holy…" he was backing up into the cave without realizing he had moved at all. And with that the rain started again.
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O'Neill set about inventorying the supplies at hand and as soon as he lay hand on the proper equipment he proceeded to field strip his P – 90 and both their side arms. The combination of the storm and the return of high tide had the water within a few yards of the cave. Within a few yards of them - the water and the things that dwelt within.
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He didn't realize that she was conscience until he heard her call out.
"… can't leave him here. 's too cold."
He went over to her.
"You cold?"
"Yeah but the Colonel, we can't leave the Colonel."
She sounded absolutely desperate, tossing about.
"It's alright. Everything is going to be alright."
"No, no. I can't do it. I can't fix it."
He tried again to soothe her. She was so agitated that she tried to untangle herself from the sleeping bag and get up.
"He's cold, must be so cold, not again."
"I'm here Carter. I'm all right. It's okay; everything's going to be okay." She opened her eyes gasping for breathe calming only when she touched his arm, knowing for sure he was real and there with her. He encouraged her to go back to sleep.
O'Neill stepped out of the mouth of the cave primarily to take a leak but took the opportunity to survey the territory. The tracks of the turtles that had crawled up on the shore to lay their eggs were covered by the rising tide. Way out in the water there was a shadow, must be something floating he thought. And for a brief moment his heart lurched thinking it could be the other raft capsized. No, no he knew that they were safe. But the shadow reared up and swallowed one of the retreating turtles whole.
"Holy…" he was backing up into the cave without realizing he had moved at all. And with that the rain started again.
SG1SG1SG1SG1
O'Neill set about inventorying the supplies at hand and as soon as he lay hand on the proper equipment he proceeded to field strip his P – 90 and both their side arms. The combination of the storm and the return of high tide had the water within a few yards of the cave. Within a few yards of them - the water and the things that dwelt within.