On the back of Insecto, we flew from Oahu and for the next few hours all we could see was blue from the Pacific Ocean. With not much sightseeing, we fell asleep. I'd say I woke up a couple of times to see if everyone was there. This was about the third time; Link nestled in Insecto's fur, Doc used his lab coat as a blanket, and B.O.B. clung to a helium balloon from the party like a teddy bear. Monger said this trip would take about a day so we wouldn't get there until about midnight.
We woke up about eight hours later; I slept nine hours still being that late sleeper I am. The rest of the gang were talking by the time I woke up. I smelled a somewhat faint aroma and found a metal bowl of oatmeal by my side.
"Eat up, kid." Link told me. "Maybe all you've got left."
"Yeah, right." I cracked back, taking a spoonful and biting into it. "Hey, it's cold."
"A consequence of being a late sleeper, Jen." Link started laughing.
"Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh!" I laughed back lightly and sarcastically. "Shut up." Every thing was silent save the sound of the ocean and the awestruck sighs of the others for a few minutes. "Okay..." I spoke up. "Enough of that. Truth or dare!"
"Oh no." Susan gasped.
"Jennifer, you know already Monger doesn't like us playing that game!" Doc scolded.
"Well then who forgot the cards?" I shot back crossing my arms. "And we all hate 'Who would you rather have' because that's been done a thousand times."
"And it's the same every time." B.O.B. added.
"I guess we really don't changed that much." Susan said.
"Yeah." B.O.B. agreed wrapping an arm around me.
"So like, uh, how many hours until Tiara del Fu...Eggo?" Link asked.
"About eight more hours." I guessed hesitantly. "And it's Tierra." I may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but with flying and traveling to different countries around the world, it's usually figured out how long it takes us to get somewhere. And for the hopeless halfwit like me, I can ace in geography like nobody's business. I mean, I've been everywhere around the world except above the Arctic Circle, in Antarctica, and a couple of countries with laws that won't let us in and investigate. "Okay...let's get to that game." No response, and Link pulled out a plastic blue, red, and yellow beach ball, inflated it, and we played catch for about two hours until B.O.B. accidently tossed it overboard.
B.O.B. played with his Mylar balloon and looked at the mirror-like side. He was making faces, sticking his tongue out, and rolling his eye. Albeit, it was pretty funny. He started laughing, so hard he accidently morphed his arm back into himself and let go of the balloon. "NO!" the blob gasped and was almost ready to cry, and Susan grabbed the balloon, trying by the string but almost punctured it. Looking for any holes, Link found none and handed the balloon to B.O.B. Getting an idea, I snatched the balloon and bit into the end, making a hole but not popping it.
"Dr. Cockroach," I began.
"Yes, my dear." He replied.
"Truth or dare..." I said.
"Oh no." He muttered.
"How badly do you love your laugh?"
"Hmm..." Doc pondered. "Huh...dare?"
"Right, your dare is...you have to breathe in helium from this balloon and give us the laugh." And with that, I handed him the balloon.
"Blast!" He whispered, breathed in the gas and let out a burst of wild squeaky laughter; it was stupid but funny to see the sophisticated nearly flawless Doc sounding like Alvin and the Chipmunks. After that, Susan looked at me. "Jenny!"
"Hm?" I asked.
"Truth or dare," She started. "Are you afraid of heights?"
"Eh, tru-" I said.
"Please, pretty please, say 'dare', Billie." B.O.B. pleaded on his knees blob-style holding his hands together tightly. "Say 'dare.' Pretty, pretty please with Cool Whip with maraschino cherry on top?"
"Well..." I thought.
"I'll hug you a good one if you say 'truth." B.O.B. said; he knows very well we don't do hugs from our blob friend, and you get the idea what happens.
"Fine. Dare!" I said defeated.
"Then your dare is..." Susan pondered. "I have to hold you over the edge and have you look down!" She began feeling around where I was.
"She's right here!" B.O.B. exclaimed pointing next to me. Instantly I was scooped up; Susan held me securely and crawled to the left side.
"Oh no! No!" I gasped rapidly as Susan slowly lifted me over the ocean. "Oh, please, no! No, no, no! Please!" I closed my eyes tightly and decided to open them after a few seconds.
Oh, my word, I was so high up and I've never realized I was this high up; I was even higher than when I had to rescue B.O.B. in Minnesota four years ago. So the next thing I did was start screaming at the top of my lungs; Insecto noticed something was wrong, so she screeched back.
"Oh, nothing, buddy." Link chuckled yelling over my screams. "Jen's just gettin' her due."
I screamed as long as I could take it until I had one last plan: pull a fake pass out. I sighed and let myself go limp. I peeped open an eye and noticed my prison uniform didn't turn visible. Drat it! I thought. I looked down at the ocean below me. Yes, it was by Susan's hand I was still alive, but who could ignore the endless sheet of blue below me?
"Okay." I called to my friends. "You can take me back now. Please?" No motion occurred. "You can stop picking on the acrophobic...okay, guys, I promise; no more Truth or Dare." Finally Susan pulled me back onto the safety of Insecto's head. "I guess I deserved that. Thanks, Susie. Do that again and I'll get you good."
"And how are you going to do that, Thumbelina?" Link asked before laughing.
Nothing else really happened except B.O.B. tried breathing in the helium but because he has no lungs it didn't work. So he just sat there with the rest of us guys while staring at his deflated balloon.
It was around midnight we landed at Tierra del Fuego. I was the only one awake when we got there. And it wasn't too bad down there; it was only about 50 degrees Fahrenheit outside.
"Hey, buddy," I whispered shaking B.O.B. from his sleep. "We're here." He squinted due to the fact it was raining.
We spent the night in a military base down there in a town called Ushuaia, so we weren't left outside to get drenched. Again, I was the last to sleep and the last to wake up. I crawled outside to see the others just next to the door looking at the city from a distance.
"Ushuaia." Doc sighed, pronouncing the name perfectly. "The southernmost city on Earth."
"Do you hear that, B.O.B.?" I told my friend standing next to him. "It's the end of the world."
"The end of the world?" B.O.B. exclaimed. "No!"
Not long after that, we began investing. Ushuaia was an interesting place; you've got mountains on one side, the sea on the other, and that neat little town right in between. And not too far from the coast was Antarctica. We walked along the beaches where you didn't see a lot of locals or tourists; in fact it was pretty isolated.
"I don't know about you guys but I'm not seeing anything." Susan said after an hour.
"Me neither." I said pitching a few rocks into the water. "Maybe this is all just a hoax."
"Yeah." B.O.B. mumbled defeated throwing larger rocks into the waves.
"Maybe I can take a better look." Link stated optimistically as he dove into the ocean waters. Almost instantly he came back up and crawled out. "Brr!" He shivered dripping. "Never mind. I give up!" The fish-man crawled off over a low hill.
"Wait, Link!" Doc cried. "B.O.B., ladies, stay here and investigate; I'll go try to talk to him." We nodded. "Link!" The doctor called out. Susan, B.O.B. and I just stood around looking at the horizon for a few minutes. It was all very peaceful except for the distant quarreling.
"Oh my-" and "What the-" clashed in unison loudly between the two. The rest of us speed-walked to where the two stood.
"What?" B.O.B. asked stupidly. Link didn't answer but stared down at this five-foot ditch. Susan gasped deeply at the sight of three bodies.
Yes, I know. I'm such an unmotivated writer. But I've been doing a lot of drawing lately, so you can go to my profile and check out my deviantArt account.