It had been two days since Spoons had been attacked. Two days since anyone had seen the strange dark thing. The storm had blown the whole boat off course by a week or so, and everyone had to settle down for a longer journey than had been expected. Colonel was still reeling from the fact that his party was left to deal with the slither-thing all by themselves. Everyone else seemed to be more or less convinced that they could…
“What?!” The group was struggling to move up the hallway with the boat rocking back and forth with each powerful wave. Black Molly was leading them, taking them back the same way they’d come to get to their cell. “How many times am I gonna have to tell your friend the same thing!” Black Molly growled angrily over the noise of the storm. “As many times as it takes it to sink in for him!” Aniko yelled back. “Sink in?!”…
The massive ship loomed above their own, towering into the sky like a dark storm cloud. It had been an surprisingly uneventful trip, with clear skies and soaring hearts. That was, until both River and Aniko got bored and Colonel started to worry about their supplies. “It just makes me worried!” he moaned on their eighth day of travel, a little over halfway there. “What if we run out and starve?!” “We’ll be fiiiiine!” Aniko had shrugged while she and…