Ok, this really has been un-godly long since i last updated- March, i believe...how sad...BUT! Now i have the plot completed and we're mere chapters away from the stirring conclusion! Re-read the whole thing, catch yourselves up, and i promise i'll update soon! Thanks for waiting patiently!
"You look nice," he said, looking at her and pushing her wet hair out of her face.
"Don't lie to me," she said, looking up at him from her lying position in the sand. "I'm a mess. I'm filthy, and I smell like the ocean."
"I like it," he said, nipping at her shoulder.
She pushed him away with a grin. "Marjorie was right- you're all the same," she teased as she arched her hips into him. "Only got one thing on your mind…" He smiled and went to kiss her again, but she stopped him. "They'll be more time later. We can't lay here on the beach all day, they'll find us."
He agreed and they both got up out of the sand and continued their walk down the beach toward the cove where they had left the boat. When they peeked around the corner, the saw a bunch of men searching the boat and surrounding area.
"Great," Bobby said, quickly grabbing her hand and heading back down the beach. "They found us. Let's go."
They began to run back down the beach. "Where are we going?" Alex asked.
"We need another boat," he said, leading her back down the beach, past their stuff, and back to the ferryman's hut where his boat was tied to the dock.
"Here, come on," he said, helping her into the little fishing boat.
They stepped into the boat and Bobby sped them off back towards the jungle-covered island.
As they raced across the clear blue water, Alex imagined herself only for a split second, not in a hurry and on the run from psycho jewel thieves, but simply on an awesome Mexican vacation. Oddly enough, this daydream didn't involve Bobby. Not because she wasn't happy to be there with him, or didn't want to be, but being in Mexico with Bobby brought complications- such as the henchmen currently gaining on them as they raced towards the island's edge.
They jumped off the boat and raced into the jungle, hand in hand, as the pursuing boat rammed into the beach behind them and they jumped out. Bobby ran them through the jungle, pushing branches aside just in time. He had no idea where they were in relation to the path to the ruins, but he had a feeling that they wanted to stay away from the trodden paths.
Suddenly, the ground beneath them gave out and Alex let out a scream as she and Bobby fell through a trap door in the underbrush. It closed back over them and their pursuers ran straight past it.
Standing up and regaining the wind that had been knocked out of her, Alex asked, "Where the hell are we?"
Bobby too stood up and looked around. The chamber was completely dark except for the sliver of light coming in through the crack in the trap door above them.
"I don't know," Bobby answered her. "Gimme a minute." He walked around and looked closely at the walls around them. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter and used it to illuminate a small patch of wall in front of him
"Where'd you get that?"
"Experience," he answered enigmatically. Alex took to his side and looked at the wall with him.
"Here," she finally said, pushing on a portion of the wall. It gave and a stone door creaked open revealing a long deserted corridor.
"How did you-" he began, but she cut him off with "Experience." After a moment she said, "I found your secret closet," with a grin.
He peeked carefully into the dark corridor, holding up his lighter. He saw a torch on the wall. He picked it up and lit it with his lighter, illuminating the corridor, which now seemed even more endless than before in the dark.
"Here goes," he said, and they stepped into the corridor and walked slowly down it…
