Post by Linda Rhaldeen on Apr 8, 2008 19:07:32 GMT -5
Akbar vaguely heard the voice floating across the open air, but wasn't really listening. The quiet babble kept up a nice counterpoint to the lapping of the waves, and as he gazed out across the water he managed, for a short time, to forget where he was. "Akbar...Akbar...AKBAR!" Samreen eventually shouted, grabbing his shoulder and shaking him out of his reverie.
"Huh, what?" Akbar asked, zipping back to reality.
"I said, it's your turn at the oars. Have you even been listening to anything I've said?" she asked testily, and Akbar looked guiltily up at her tired, sweaty face. She wrinkled her nose at his open mouth. "Your mouth smells foul," she said, turning away from her. He quickly took his place at one of the lefts oar and settled into the pattern of oaring that was becoming ever-too-familiar.
"Sorry for not paying attention," Akbar sighed a couple of minutes later. "I thought I'd seen land, way off in the distance, but it must have just been a cloud or something."
"Land?" Songbird asked, looking up from a right oar with hopeful eyes. "I hope so, I really hope so." That was all she said, but everyone knew what everyone else was thinking about; the dwindling supplies in the back of the boat. A few more days and they would be completely out of fresh water, and the other supples were nothing to write home about either.
"Well," Akbar said, "If we keep up this rowing we'll find out eventually; we're rowing straight toward it." His words were met with mutters of approval, though not very enthusiastic ones.
A while later, perhaps half an hour and perhaps more, Tragedy wiped sweat off his brow and spoke up. "This is supposed to be our vacation, guyz; our funtime. Cheer up." He grinned and splashed some seawater at Willis, who was all too happy to return the favor, and soon all the non-rowers had gotten involved in their own little version of a water fight. Unfortunately, it didn't last very long. Fancy overextended herself while ducking out of the way of a splash, nearly falling out, and after that no one felt much like continuing the fight.
It eventually began to get dark, and people shifted from their places to allow fresh rowers to take their places at the oars while others rationed out food. Samreen brushed out her long, long hair as part of her attempt to care for it a lot, and people settled down on the softest parts of the deck they could find. "Man, what I wouldn't give for a nice big bed, and some Chinese food," Libitina said, y@wning.
"We'll eventually get to Australia, and then we'll have all the stuff we want," Mr. Who said dreamily. "We'll watch movies, and use the best shampoo, and..." he y@wned. "And have freedom in life."
PS: Why did y@wn get censored?
"Huh, what?" Akbar asked, zipping back to reality.
"I said, it's your turn at the oars. Have you even been listening to anything I've said?" she asked testily, and Akbar looked guiltily up at her tired, sweaty face. She wrinkled her nose at his open mouth. "Your mouth smells foul," she said, turning away from her. He quickly took his place at one of the lefts oar and settled into the pattern of oaring that was becoming ever-too-familiar.
"Sorry for not paying attention," Akbar sighed a couple of minutes later. "I thought I'd seen land, way off in the distance, but it must have just been a cloud or something."
"Land?" Songbird asked, looking up from a right oar with hopeful eyes. "I hope so, I really hope so." That was all she said, but everyone knew what everyone else was thinking about; the dwindling supplies in the back of the boat. A few more days and they would be completely out of fresh water, and the other supples were nothing to write home about either.
"Well," Akbar said, "If we keep up this rowing we'll find out eventually; we're rowing straight toward it." His words were met with mutters of approval, though not very enthusiastic ones.
A while later, perhaps half an hour and perhaps more, Tragedy wiped sweat off his brow and spoke up. "This is supposed to be our vacation, guyz; our funtime. Cheer up." He grinned and splashed some seawater at Willis, who was all too happy to return the favor, and soon all the non-rowers had gotten involved in their own little version of a water fight. Unfortunately, it didn't last very long. Fancy overextended herself while ducking out of the way of a splash, nearly falling out, and after that no one felt much like continuing the fight.
It eventually began to get dark, and people shifted from their places to allow fresh rowers to take their places at the oars while others rationed out food. Samreen brushed out her long, long hair as part of her attempt to care for it a lot, and people settled down on the softest parts of the deck they could find. "Man, what I wouldn't give for a nice big bed, and some Chinese food," Libitina said, y@wning.
"We'll eventually get to Australia, and then we'll have all the stuff we want," Mr. Who said dreamily. "We'll watch movies, and use the best shampoo, and..." he y@wned. "And have freedom in life."
PS: Why did y@wn get censored?