A loud groan came from the small dingy boat in the middle of the ocean.
"Cheer up, Prof! We'll find land eventually!" Lucy's enthusiastic voice chirped with the birds flying overhead.
No. Those are seagulls.
"How on earth can you have hope for anything, Lucy? We're stranded in the middle of the ocean with barely any food, no water and no oars!" Potty screeched, then coughed as his dry throat protested. A surge of throbbing pain pulsed in his brain and he fell back onto the wood.
Lucy pulled something out of the water and wrung it out a little before putting it on her head when it formed back into her orange hat. "Just soak up some water! It's really refreshing!" She suggested.
Popping one eye open, Al said, "Please don't tell me you've been drinking the water."
She shook her head.
He let out another groan and shut his eyes.
Her red eyes watched him as he did, before they brightened in realization. "I know wot will cheer ya up!" She dug into her pocket for the item she was looking for.
His body remained still as he waited. Despite his pained expression, his ears were actually focused on her, waiting for any indication of 'cheering up'. The sound of the birds disappeared into the distance.
They're still there. It's the clouds. They're chirping still.
The edges of madness were pushed away by the music of a harmonica.
That wasn't something he heard often.
"Lucy, where on earth did you get that horrendous thing?" He asked, lifting his head up.
"It were floating in the water so I took it." She went back to playing a few random notes.
He covered his ears with a small whine before sitting up again. "Do you even know how to play the damn thing?"
The harmonica noises became gentle instead of choppy and for once, Alfendi was grateful the woman could learn quick.
She knows.
The wind suddenly kicked up a few waves and water sprayed onto both of them. Alfendi peered out into the distance and cringed.
Dark, foreboding, black clouds floated in the distance. A strike of lightning hit the ocean, lighting up the world under it. Waves were beginning to hit the boat.
"Lucy, do you know how to swim?"
She shook her head, paying no mind to the coming storm and playing a light tune with her instrument.
God, who knows where that thing's been.
"Well… I never gave a damn about the weather anyway."