Boat Trip - Chapter Four
Summary - The guys take a trip on Quatre's new boat. During the night they're hit with a violent storm, stranding them on an unknown island far from civilization. How will they survive?
Warning - Volence in later chapters.
Authors notes - Sorry about the long wait. I've been really busy with work and stuff and haven't been able to write very much. I've had this written up and ready to post for about a week and just now got time to post it. The next chapter might take just as long, but I'll try to hurry it along. I have a lot of it written up already.
Chapter Four
The sensation of cool fresh water rushing past his body was the first thing he felt while coming to. It creped its way up past his legs, barely brushing his face before pulling away. His cheek pressed gently against the soft gritty earth and the salty taste of the sea lingered in his mouth. A slight tremor ran though him as another wave washed over his body. Pulling his hand up to his side, he gently pushed himself from the ground. Regretting it immediately when a wave of pain and dizziness washed over him. His head pounding like he had been run over by a semi.
He turned, gently setting himself down upon the damp sand, and began rubbing his head in a useless attempt to rid himself of the sudden and painful headache.
After a moment of sitting in pain, the bombardment subsided, leaving behind a dull irritation. The Chinese boy sighed, glancing around a bit, then looking out over the ocean. Finally realizing that he was on an island.
He sat in thought, a blank expression on his face. Why was he on an island? How did he get here...
Wait. He remembered.
The movie, the storm, the boat... memories of the night before came flooding back to him.
Worries about the others came to mind, the thought sinking low in his stomach. What if they didn't make it? What if he was the only one alive and the rest of them died during the night? His lip gave a slight quiver of irritation and he ripped himself quickly off the ground. Why did he care anyway? He didn't need them; he didn't need any of them. He could survive easily without them; they were only obstacles in his path. But no matter how much he told himself that, he couldn't fight the sick feeling deep in the pit of his stomach, the thought that maybe they were gone. Forever.
Glancing up at the sky, he decided to distract himself. The sun was close to the horizon and it looked to be around 6:00, or sometime around there. He hadn't used the sun to tell time in way too long.
He scanned the area, his deep ebony eyes taking in every detail. There were just a few yards of sand that reached around the island as far as he could see, up the beach past the sand was a thick jungle, that stretched on for quite a long way.
Maybe he should look around for some people, he didn't plan on staying by the beach all day. Most likely there were people here, there weren't very many unpopulated islands now days. The chances of finding someone were big, and just the thought of being stuck here alone upset him.
Quickly he shook off his feeling of bleakness and tromped roughly into the jungle, keeping himself alert and aware for danger.
He was planning on looking around a little, then heading back to shore. He didn't want to get lost, and the possibility that the others were alive still lingered. He should stay by shore just incase.
After about a five-minute walk, he came across a small clearing in the midst of the thick jungle. He stopped by the edge, the trees still keeping him out of sight and scanned the area. He quickly spotted a young boar across the glade, sniffing around and tearing up the earth.
Wufei quickly crouched down, a sudden and slight feeling of excitement welling up inside him. He might as well have a little fun, and he might get hungry later anyway.
Slowly Wufei began creeping toward the unsuspecting animal, using light steps with large strides. He reached down and picked up a long stick, quickly he broke it; leaving a sharp, splintered end. Quickly he glanced to the boar, hoping that his sudden and thoughtless move hadn't scared it off.
Finding that it hadn't, he continued his hunt. Sneaking up about three feet from the boar, he readied to throw.
Just before he could make a move, the boar glanced up and spotted the young teen, immediately dashing off into the jungle.
Wufei sighed, relaxing and stepping out into the clearing; watching as the boar disappeared into the jungle. His eyes shimmered with only slight annoyance, there wasn't much of a loss. He wasn't even hungry. He could always have another chance, later.
He loosened his grip on the splintered branch, letting it drop hard upon the earth, and began his brisk walk back to shore.
Finally making it back, he made a decision to stay close to shore. The other guys could have washed onto the beach like him, he should stay close by in case he runs across them.
After walking along shore for about an hour, he decided to take a break and headed into the jungle for a drink. He was really thirsty and was hoping to find some fresh water.
Luckily he only had to walk for a couple minutes before coming across a small stream. The sound of the moving water gave him a feeling of peace, and the area was beautiful. The stream ran from deep in the jungle and made it's way around a lush assortment of plants. Only a little further up were a group of rocks, making a slipshod bridge across the creek.
Before kneeling down, he gave a glace around the area for danger. Finding nothing threatening, he knelt down by the gurgling stream, an unintentional sigh emitting from his lips as he brought his hands into the crisp clear water. Again he glanced around, his sound could have brought potential threats aware of his presence.
'Quit being so paranoid.' he thought to himself, his eyebrows lowering in annoyance.
Sweeping his fingers through the crystal liquid, he bent over slightly while bringing his hands up and taking a small sip. He savored the moment as the cool, fresh water rushed down his throat and then dank his fill.
It was strange how wonderful this water was to him, when only a while ago it tried to kill him. That just shows how too much of a good thing can be bad.
He slowly stood; feeling rested and sniffed the fresh air. He savored the moment, relaxing himself and then began his short walk back to shore.
The sun was now high in the sky and it was beginning to get hot. Wufei stayed in the shade of the trees, not wanting to be fried in the sun.
After walking for quite a while, he saw what looked like Quatre a head. The young Arabian was sitting in the shade of a palm tree, his demeanor rigid and tense. Wufei could sense his uneasiness from where he stood.
The pilot hesitated before stepping out, a feeling of suspicion coming over him. He never really trusted the young pilot after the whole Wing Zero incident. Well, he didn't quite trust him before that, or the rest of the pilots. He considered Heero to be the most stable of all of them, that is, until he fell head over heels for that stupid girl. Quatre was, in his opinion a little nutty and could never be fully trusted. He was just an unstable bomb of emotion, always on the verge of disaster.
He pushed himself to step out, knowing that even if the blond did try anything, he could easily take him down. So there really wasn't much to worry about.
Before reaching him, Wufei noticed Trowa lying down at his side. The emerald-eyed boy looked to be unconscious, or maybe he was just sleeping...
Quatre glanced over, noticing movement on the corner of his eye. When he saw Wufei, his face lit up with excitement.
"Wufei!" Quatre almost yelled, he started to stand, but Wufei took a seat next to him before he could. The young pilot refrained from hugging his compaion, knowing that it would only irritate him. He sat smiling at the young asain, trying to calm himself and thinking of something to say.
"How far from here were you?" He finally asked, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"A couple hours walk..." Wufei answered, his attention on the young pilot lying on the ground. He glanced to Quatre, giving him a questioning look. Quatre frowned and looked away. Wufei glared slightly, annoyance showing in his eyes, "What's with him?"
"He's unconcious." Quatre answerd, figiting with his shirt, "He's been that way since, before we even got on the island..."
"Why?." Wufei asked, a bit of irritation in his voice.
He hesitated a moment, thinking of how to continue, "He's been having trouble breathing, I think he was injured when the boat crashed, and I guess all the swimming was just to tiring for him..." Quatre glanced at the unconcious pilot, worry clear in his features, "I've been keeping an eye on him, I think he's going to be fine. He's just really tired."
Wufei nodded, shifting his body into a more confortable position.
"Have you seen Heero or Duo?" Quatre asked hopefully.
Wufei shook his head remorsefully, wishing that he had.
Quatre gave a curt nod, facing towards the ocean, fishing his mind for something else to say. His eyes glittering with emotion, worry for the others showing clearly on his face.
"Are you thirsty?" Wufei asked. Knowing Quatre, he probably hadn't left Trowas side since they got on the beach.
Quatre hesitated, meeting Wufei's hard gaze, his eyes filled with surprise and happiness. His considerate question must have ment a lot to the young araibian, or maybe he was just happy that Wufei had thought about someone else for a change.
Their gaze only lasted a moment before Quatre turrned away with a nod, "Well now that I think about it..." He looked down at his hand as he toyed with his damp shirt, then out to sea.
Wufei nodded, "About an hours walk down the beach, there's some freash water. I can carry Trowa and we can head over there."
"Alright," The blond nodded, "That sounds good..." he swallowed, the enthusium in his voice fadding.
Wufei stood, and after a futile attempt to wake the unconcous pilot, he lifted him onto his shoulder and they headed off.
Summary - The guys take a trip on Quatre's new boat. During the night they're hit with a violent storm, stranding them on an unknown island far from civilization. How will they survive?
Warning - Volence in later chapters.
Authors notes - Sorry about the long wait. I've been really busy with work and stuff and haven't been able to write very much. I've had this written up and ready to post for about a week and just now got time to post it. The next chapter might take just as long, but I'll try to hurry it along. I have a lot of it written up already.
Chapter Four
The sensation of cool fresh water rushing past his body was the first thing he felt while coming to. It creped its way up past his legs, barely brushing his face before pulling away. His cheek pressed gently against the soft gritty earth and the salty taste of the sea lingered in his mouth. A slight tremor ran though him as another wave washed over his body. Pulling his hand up to his side, he gently pushed himself from the ground. Regretting it immediately when a wave of pain and dizziness washed over him. His head pounding like he had been run over by a semi.
He turned, gently setting himself down upon the damp sand, and began rubbing his head in a useless attempt to rid himself of the sudden and painful headache.
After a moment of sitting in pain, the bombardment subsided, leaving behind a dull irritation. The Chinese boy sighed, glancing around a bit, then looking out over the ocean. Finally realizing that he was on an island.
He sat in thought, a blank expression on his face. Why was he on an island? How did he get here...
Wait. He remembered.
The movie, the storm, the boat... memories of the night before came flooding back to him.
Worries about the others came to mind, the thought sinking low in his stomach. What if they didn't make it? What if he was the only one alive and the rest of them died during the night? His lip gave a slight quiver of irritation and he ripped himself quickly off the ground. Why did he care anyway? He didn't need them; he didn't need any of them. He could survive easily without them; they were only obstacles in his path. But no matter how much he told himself that, he couldn't fight the sick feeling deep in the pit of his stomach, the thought that maybe they were gone. Forever.
Glancing up at the sky, he decided to distract himself. The sun was close to the horizon and it looked to be around 6:00, or sometime around there. He hadn't used the sun to tell time in way too long.
He scanned the area, his deep ebony eyes taking in every detail. There were just a few yards of sand that reached around the island as far as he could see, up the beach past the sand was a thick jungle, that stretched on for quite a long way.
Maybe he should look around for some people, he didn't plan on staying by the beach all day. Most likely there were people here, there weren't very many unpopulated islands now days. The chances of finding someone were big, and just the thought of being stuck here alone upset him.
Quickly he shook off his feeling of bleakness and tromped roughly into the jungle, keeping himself alert and aware for danger.
He was planning on looking around a little, then heading back to shore. He didn't want to get lost, and the possibility that the others were alive still lingered. He should stay by shore just incase.
After about a five-minute walk, he came across a small clearing in the midst of the thick jungle. He stopped by the edge, the trees still keeping him out of sight and scanned the area. He quickly spotted a young boar across the glade, sniffing around and tearing up the earth.
Wufei quickly crouched down, a sudden and slight feeling of excitement welling up inside him. He might as well have a little fun, and he might get hungry later anyway.
Slowly Wufei began creeping toward the unsuspecting animal, using light steps with large strides. He reached down and picked up a long stick, quickly he broke it; leaving a sharp, splintered end. Quickly he glanced to the boar, hoping that his sudden and thoughtless move hadn't scared it off.
Finding that it hadn't, he continued his hunt. Sneaking up about three feet from the boar, he readied to throw.
Just before he could make a move, the boar glanced up and spotted the young teen, immediately dashing off into the jungle.
Wufei sighed, relaxing and stepping out into the clearing; watching as the boar disappeared into the jungle. His eyes shimmered with only slight annoyance, there wasn't much of a loss. He wasn't even hungry. He could always have another chance, later.
He loosened his grip on the splintered branch, letting it drop hard upon the earth, and began his brisk walk back to shore.
Finally making it back, he made a decision to stay close to shore. The other guys could have washed onto the beach like him, he should stay close by in case he runs across them.
After walking along shore for about an hour, he decided to take a break and headed into the jungle for a drink. He was really thirsty and was hoping to find some fresh water.
Luckily he only had to walk for a couple minutes before coming across a small stream. The sound of the moving water gave him a feeling of peace, and the area was beautiful. The stream ran from deep in the jungle and made it's way around a lush assortment of plants. Only a little further up were a group of rocks, making a slipshod bridge across the creek.
Before kneeling down, he gave a glace around the area for danger. Finding nothing threatening, he knelt down by the gurgling stream, an unintentional sigh emitting from his lips as he brought his hands into the crisp clear water. Again he glanced around, his sound could have brought potential threats aware of his presence.
'Quit being so paranoid.' he thought to himself, his eyebrows lowering in annoyance.
Sweeping his fingers through the crystal liquid, he bent over slightly while bringing his hands up and taking a small sip. He savored the moment as the cool, fresh water rushed down his throat and then dank his fill.
It was strange how wonderful this water was to him, when only a while ago it tried to kill him. That just shows how too much of a good thing can be bad.
He slowly stood; feeling rested and sniffed the fresh air. He savored the moment, relaxing himself and then began his short walk back to shore.
The sun was now high in the sky and it was beginning to get hot. Wufei stayed in the shade of the trees, not wanting to be fried in the sun.
After walking for quite a while, he saw what looked like Quatre a head. The young Arabian was sitting in the shade of a palm tree, his demeanor rigid and tense. Wufei could sense his uneasiness from where he stood.
The pilot hesitated before stepping out, a feeling of suspicion coming over him. He never really trusted the young pilot after the whole Wing Zero incident. Well, he didn't quite trust him before that, or the rest of the pilots. He considered Heero to be the most stable of all of them, that is, until he fell head over heels for that stupid girl. Quatre was, in his opinion a little nutty and could never be fully trusted. He was just an unstable bomb of emotion, always on the verge of disaster.
He pushed himself to step out, knowing that even if the blond did try anything, he could easily take him down. So there really wasn't much to worry about.
Before reaching him, Wufei noticed Trowa lying down at his side. The emerald-eyed boy looked to be unconscious, or maybe he was just sleeping...
Quatre glanced over, noticing movement on the corner of his eye. When he saw Wufei, his face lit up with excitement.
"Wufei!" Quatre almost yelled, he started to stand, but Wufei took a seat next to him before he could. The young pilot refrained from hugging his compaion, knowing that it would only irritate him. He sat smiling at the young asain, trying to calm himself and thinking of something to say.
"How far from here were you?" He finally asked, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"A couple hours walk..." Wufei answered, his attention on the young pilot lying on the ground. He glanced to Quatre, giving him a questioning look. Quatre frowned and looked away. Wufei glared slightly, annoyance showing in his eyes, "What's with him?"
"He's unconcious." Quatre answerd, figiting with his shirt, "He's been that way since, before we even got on the island..."
"Why?." Wufei asked, a bit of irritation in his voice.
He hesitated a moment, thinking of how to continue, "He's been having trouble breathing, I think he was injured when the boat crashed, and I guess all the swimming was just to tiring for him..." Quatre glanced at the unconcious pilot, worry clear in his features, "I've been keeping an eye on him, I think he's going to be fine. He's just really tired."
Wufei nodded, shifting his body into a more confortable position.
"Have you seen Heero or Duo?" Quatre asked hopefully.
Wufei shook his head remorsefully, wishing that he had.
Quatre gave a curt nod, facing towards the ocean, fishing his mind for something else to say. His eyes glittering with emotion, worry for the others showing clearly on his face.
"Are you thirsty?" Wufei asked. Knowing Quatre, he probably hadn't left Trowas side since they got on the beach.
Quatre hesitated, meeting Wufei's hard gaze, his eyes filled with surprise and happiness. His considerate question must have ment a lot to the young araibian, or maybe he was just happy that Wufei had thought about someone else for a change.
Their gaze only lasted a moment before Quatre turrned away with a nod, "Well now that I think about it..." He looked down at his hand as he toyed with his damp shirt, then out to sea.
Wufei nodded, "About an hours walk down the beach, there's some freash water. I can carry Trowa and we can head over there."
"Alright," The blond nodded, "That sounds good..." he swallowed, the enthusium in his voice fadding.
Wufei stood, and after a futile attempt to wake the unconcous pilot, he lifted him onto his shoulder and they headed off.