Did this one a bit too quick for my eyes, inform me of grammatical errors. And enjoy!
Murphy, Greer and Munder exited the supermarket loaded with shopping bags, they stopped at a curb during rush hour and struggled to creep across the road. They managed to leg it while receiving a load of annoyed honks.
Maureen and her husband were basking in the sunlight, free of salt air and chapped lips. "We should head back, we've been dawdling."
"Hardly, we don't have to be on a schedule." He tried inching closer to his wife on the grass. "She's not going to get any more missing for 5 more minutes."
Maureen turned to him incredulously. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that, you speak as if she's at school or cooking the dinner at home, she isn't home." She said in a harsh tone that made her husband flinch, some passersby had stalled and Maureen grew sheepish. "Come on let's go."
When they had reached some fencing they spotted the other's with some shopping. Dodge took note of their more exotic purchases. "Caribbean Rum? Seriously?"
"We're not monks!" Munder jeered bustling past. Munder always looked too pleased with himself, hardly a man on a death mission. "We have the essentials, and we have some luxuries." He called after already ambling towards the harbour.
Maureen had shared a pleasant exchange with Murphy before she grew curious about the missing member of the crew. "Where's Santos?"
"No idea, I assumed he was calling his family or shopping with you."
Maureen glanced around the surrounding pavements, no sign of the Latino gent. "He better be quick." Murphy silently agreed, when she spotted a distant bar on the main road, she had a hunch. "I'll be back in a bit."
The sound of children squawking distantly arouse her from her slumber, she didn't remember going to sleep especially underneath a boat, she placed her hand on the wood to test it was liftable. She could still hear the children in hysterics and Catrina with a great fete of strength nudged the boat off of her and leapt up, charging through the door, her first thought was how he trying to kill them.
When she was outside surveying the cliff edges and various huts, she thought for a moment she had been dreaming, she heard the screams again and Catrina bolted towards the drop, she stopped at the last second to see a group of small children flying a kite and chasing one another harmlessly. She sighed, she had the right to have a morbid imagination. It wasn't long before she heard heavy footfalls behind her and someone tall shimmied to her side. "Going to jump?"
She was brazen as she left him on his own to return to the hut. She had a memory lapse on what time it was and day, and she unceremoniously draped herself over an overturned boat and murmured sleepily to drown out Jack's entrance. She sensed he was close, and she didn't acknowledge him, not even when he toyed with a makeshift bandage that had miraculously appeared on her upper arm. "You just rest there for a sec and keep quiet." He uttered breezily, moving over her tired body to reach for something on the wall. She heard a clunk and was driven to look up. She saw him lifting an oar and she had to duck so he could manoeuvre over her and drop it to the floor.
"Oh no." She mumbled into her arm dazedly. "I thought we were settling."
"Ha, no...we shouldn't have really stopped here, they could have caught up."
"So they do have adequate tracking skills?"
"If they're as good as me, then yes."
Catrina equalled his dubious look. "Right, so I have a bounty on my head." She went to the window to check they weren't being surrounded. "I thought last night you said we were safe?"
"That was last night, I haven't a clue where they are now, so get your things together." He had picked up the oars and had chucked them outside.
"So we're rowing to the ship, a little inconspicuous don't you think?" She unfolded her arms and picked up one end of the boat she had slept under. "Weren't we miles off the coast?"
Jack watched her struggle with the boat before obligingly assisting her. "It'll take a few hours, we won't have to go all the way...just until I can sense the ship."
They had made the way to gradual slope that took them to the shore."So you can beam us back?" Catrina insinuated.
"I need to reserve what I got, you ain't gonna give me any." He chimed, he could see she was wincing under the strain of the weight and the injury on her arm was compromising her. He gestured for her to stop and release, and he took the full weight over his head.
"Show off." She retorted under her breath before ambling to his side. He turned the boat at a bit of an angle in order for it to clip the back of her head in retaliation. "Ouch!"
When they were on the beach Catrina had to direct the children away, she didn't want them getting too close to the hostile entity that was 'Jack Ferriman'. She almost forgot how to go about talking to them, she wasn't used to socializing, it had been awhile, especially to children. Jack ploughed on ahead having no wish to get involved, his footprints were deep and severe like he was aggressively plodding, showing his distaste. The children watched them all the way to the water edge.
"Shouldn't we get food for the journey?...I haven't eaten." She suggested as he adamantly climbed into the boat.
"I'm not going grocery shopping." He drawled. "Get in."
She huffed and hopped onto the seat, allowing herself to adjust – after all she would be on it for god knows how long? "You row, I'll sing a sea chantey."
"Please don't." He jibbed, placing the oar in the provided hooks. "We'll take it in turns, I may take my shirt off."
"Please don't." She echoed with equal enthusiasm. "If I can't sing, you can't take your shirt off." She felt the water pick up the boat and send them adrift, it was mostly oar power that got them past the tide.
Catrina consciously gripped onto the sides, she was wary of the water below getting darker, meaning it was getting deeper, when the sky and sea began to hog the horizon she grew agoraphobic, she felt the need to lie down at the bottom of the boat till the sky went away. Jack noticed she was gradually stooping. "What's the matter...sea sick?"
"It's the open space around me and this tiny little boat." She positioned herself on the floor, Jack exclaimed a profanity when she rocked the boat.
"...Are you kidding me?" Jack was forced to reposition his legs when she tucked her legs beneath his seat. "You're pathetic." She rolled onto her side to avoid looking at him. "If you're going to sleep don't let me stop you."
Catrina chortled. "Have fun." She acknowledged him with a brief smile before closing her eyes.
Even when she had got off to sleep and her face had gone relaxed, Jack could still see that smile, it was if it had been burned into his memory, he wasn't sure why. He rarely saw modest pleasant smiles directed at him, and he found he was rowing with a hint of merriment.
Maureen had reached the bar and found Santos seated towards the back in a secluded area of the bar "Hey Santos...what you doing?"
He looked up surprised. "Oh just getting a drink, you want one?" He had already drew the attention of the bar man before Maureen could reply. "Another one of these please, thanks."
"Santos, we've got to get going." She said perching on a bar stool.
"No rush baby, I only came for a couple."
"If you want to stick around in the bar...we could leave without you."
"Nah...don't be like that, like you haven't come to land for a little comfort?"Santos took a heavy swig and Maureen frown.
"What do you mean by that, if you mean comfort as in food, they're necessities!" Becoming dismayed at Santos ignorance. "Maybe you should stay here." She got up to leave but Santos seized her sleeve.
"Epps wait wait wait, what have I done?...You act like I've committed a mortal sin coming for a drink, calm down lady, I'm coming!" He finished his own and Maureen's and stood up to amble out with the distraught mother of the group, he felt he was being dragged out by the ear. "Which way...this way?" He said pointing disorientated in the wrong direction. Maureen grappled for his hand and guided him down the pavement, he burst out laughing. "I'm coming mother, jeez!"
Maureen frog marched the hyper Latino down the main street, she rushed by some curious shoppers who noticed their speed. She spied a set of traffic lights to get across the dangerous road and bodily dragged her accomplice, she merely glanced at a man coming out of a nearby drugstore reading a newspaper – her eyes fleetingly caught sight of a headline. '1 MISSING GIRL, 1 ROGUE COP, 6 DEAD DURING BIZARRE SHOWDOWN'. Maureen didn't think, she just stalled and snatched the paper of the distracted man, he cursed as she took off with Santos across the road.
"Maureen what's got into you?" Santos skidded to a halt with the woman and she breaked in an alleyway. She ignored him and flipped to the front page. It was an article about a shootout at a police station hundreds of miles away, what had her attention was a blurred image from a CCTV camera capturing a girl being interviewed. She scrutinized the picture desperately, was the girl her girl? She scanned the article, which was interrupted by more CCTV shots. A girl running, a man pursuing, the man opening fire at police, then the last was of two girls running down a hall.
"Epps what?" Santos called again.
Maureen was dazed as she raised her head. "It's Catrina, I know it's Catrina." She pushed the image into Santos bewildered face. "Look!"