After the long and hellish flight across the Atlantic to Georgetown, Edna had the necessary time to calm down completely and leave behind their reunión with her past.
And Samuel was still smiling internally after all the time. Usually he did not feel attracted to the violents women, while he respected those who could defend themselves. But seeing Shaareim fighting again, as she did years ago, produced to him a sweet sensation to indescribable pride. And he turn on, a little, in fact.
Even being so sweet, she was able to break someone's face. And even when she was able to break someone's face, she appeal to him to defend her. And he loved to defend her. And he felt a little more man when he do it. A gentle caress to his ego.
He think about it when he saw her suffer in the seat in front of him, after taking off from Georgetown, that area of Ascension Island, separate from everyone and nailed in the middle of the sea.
She hated flying, nearly phobic, always feared that the plane in which were she is fell into a tailspin toward the ground. Even more when things like that happened, as Victor had announced: turbulence.
The seaplane shook loudly, with metallic sounds, something that Sullivan had said was completely normal. She gave a shit. She was terrified.
- Edna- Sam said.
- ¿What?- She asked, clinging to a belt, feeling a jolt- Fuck… fuck…
- ¿Do you have your music player?
- Yes ¿And what?
- Put them on- He waved in the ears- So you do not hear the noise.
- Good idea- She tried to approach her backpack, but a jolt forced her to sit still- No. No. Nope.
- You should be accustomed already- He put her backpack.
- A shit- She began to take her music.
- Luckily there are no snakes on board- He smiled.
- I'll break your nose if you do not shut up.
Drake laughed softly. Above the fear of flying, she had the fear of snakes. A small boa was enough to make she ran off.
- Edy- He saw her wear a headset on one ear.
- ¿What, Sam, what?- She sighed, exhausted.
- ¿You want…?- He slapped his own arm.
- Yes… please…
Samuel got up, just to sit beside her. Automatically he felt her take his arm tightly, almost hugging him, supporting her face in his shoulder. He saw her placed the remaining handset, and he could barely hear the music that gave off. Classical music, Vivaldi. It was obvious. That damn nerd melted his heart with nonsense like this.
He looked again, barely. Shaareim had closed her eyes. Obviously she was not going to sleep, not with the fear that she had, but it was still lovely. Even better, every time the plane shook, even if she did not hear, she feel it, and immediately she squeezed a little Sam's arm.
He knew that something positive generated it. It was not the first time he had to give his arm to calm her down. In fact, being young, it was quite usual. Each time they should fly was an ordeal.
He remember the first time that the three took a flight. Edna was terrified. And the reason was very simple, she had told them long time ago. When she lived in Morocco, bombers were common currency. Everyone there knew the sound of the engines to the huge planes loaded with bombs. Everyone there knew that hear always preceded to the sound of explosions. And those aircraft had been the one who destroyed her home.
That was why, the Drake brothers never made crude jokes about it. Trauma was no laughing matter.
Nathan, with Sullivan, looked back, watching Edna stuck his brother, as was a habit years ago. Sam saw look at him a moment and smile, satisfaced. He always had ways to take advantage.
Natal was a tourist city in Brazil, almost in the far east. A place of high-rise and expensive hotels, white sand as pearl powder, almost cloudless sky, heat, sun, and the most pristine waters in the region.
Sullivan lowered his plane, gently, near that blue mirror almost devoid of waves, And parking it correctly in dock a full of other seaplane.
Nathan stepped on the wooden pier, with a loose shirt and shorts, stretching.
- You do not know- He said- But I think we deserve a day or two before proceeding. I mean… Look at this place…
- I think the same- Victor lit his cigar.
- Support the idea- Samuel finished fixing his shirt with short sleeve.
- God- Edna sighed- Hot…
Samuel looked her, laughing.
- ¿Are you going to walk out there like this?- He said- You're going to die in an hour…
It was a successful comment, as Edna continued using his dark clothes, military, heavy.
- ¿What?- She murmured- I did not bring summer clothes.
- Buy something- Sullivan arched his shoulders- A bikini for example.
- Oh yeah…- Samuel nodded, placing his worst pervert look.
- Oh no- She shook- No. No way.
- Consider something…- Nate said- When we are inland, you will need more loose and light clothing. Also… you need to wash that…
- I'll wash your face beating you- She hissed at him, sulky.
- ¿Did you eat a crocodile?- Said another woman.
The group turned, happy to see who had arrived: Elena Fisher. She hugged everyone, and then she dealt a big hug to Edna.
- Stop fighting with my husband- Elena hit her imperceptibly.
- It is also my half brother…
- No, is not…
- Shut up, witch.
Both women laughed together. With the years they had formed a strong friendship not without that fighter energy of both.
- I thought you were staying at home- Nate said.
- Me too- Elena said- But if you need help, it is better than i am close ¿Right?
- Good point.
- Edna- She looked her- Take that off. You're sweating in the heat and you stink.
- How sweet- Shaareim said, sarcastically- Mrs. Drake… And as I said, I don't have summer clothes.
- Come on- She took her hand and pulled- Shopping.
- For god no…- She complained- You're going to dress me like a prostitute…
- A bikini at least.
- Lord… - She looked at Samuel, behind, while Elena forced her to move- Samy… Help…
- Elena- Samuel said- If a thong, better.
-¡You bastard!- She growled.