Peterson
27 March 2007, 11:05
Three days after the events of Zun-Taka...
The crew rested, the injuried got healed and treated, the tired slept. The island was gone for good. The Kingston was traveling at a steady rate, far out a sea, no land in sight. After the three days of rest, Captain Adrian Warner decided to gather the crew so we could all talk, eat good food, and drink nice wines.
I thought it was probally his way of making up for going to Zun-Taka, although it wasn't his choice alone, we all decided to go their for a break. A holiday, if you will. But the island was tainted, and it brought noting but trouble. It seemed like everywhere we travelled in these unchartered waters, there was always trouble waiting, or even seeking us.
Personally I had not spoken to anyone for the three days, not even Olivia. But now everyone was out on the second deck, drinking and talking, it was a calm evening, the sea gently fluttered beneath the Kingston as she journeyed into the unknown.
Sat down and looking out to see, I drank my own brandy, and talked to no one. At least I didn't need the doctors pills anymore, from leaving the island I no longer went into trances. It seemed like the island itself had been affecting me. I was glad to be away, yet I still felt slightly betrayed by Adrian. He had set sail without me and Olivia. He would have never normally done that.
I wondered briefly the whereabouts of the baby Olivia named Timothy. He had a rapid growth rate the exceeded any living thing I had ever seen. He was probally still on Zun-Taka, I still had no idea what really happened to Adrian. I heard brief that he met Darren Blank, but no more then that.
People laughed and joked, almost forgetting what had happened. I let out a long low breath, at least we were all still alive.
"Pete?" A familiar voice asked...
The crew rested, the injuried got healed and treated, the tired slept. The island was gone for good. The Kingston was traveling at a steady rate, far out a sea, no land in sight. After the three days of rest, Captain Adrian Warner decided to gather the crew so we could all talk, eat good food, and drink nice wines.
I thought it was probally his way of making up for going to Zun-Taka, although it wasn't his choice alone, we all decided to go their for a break. A holiday, if you will. But the island was tainted, and it brought noting but trouble. It seemed like everywhere we travelled in these unchartered waters, there was always trouble waiting, or even seeking us.
Personally I had not spoken to anyone for the three days, not even Olivia. But now everyone was out on the second deck, drinking and talking, it was a calm evening, the sea gently fluttered beneath the Kingston as she journeyed into the unknown.
Sat down and looking out to see, I drank my own brandy, and talked to no one. At least I didn't need the doctors pills anymore, from leaving the island I no longer went into trances. It seemed like the island itself had been affecting me. I was glad to be away, yet I still felt slightly betrayed by Adrian. He had set sail without me and Olivia. He would have never normally done that.
I wondered briefly the whereabouts of the baby Olivia named Timothy. He had a rapid growth rate the exceeded any living thing I had ever seen. He was probally still on Zun-Taka, I still had no idea what really happened to Adrian. I heard brief that he met Darren Blank, but no more then that.
People laughed and joked, almost forgetting what had happened. I let out a long low breath, at least we were all still alive.
"Pete?" A familiar voice asked...