The boat sways side to side as the noon rise. The rays of the sun breaking the cold and rasby air of the east coast. Jonh enjoys the view of the coast from the main compartment of the boat while Mike, Sam, Cris and Ben discuss about their life.
*puke*
*vomits*
Jonh peeks to around the door to see his wife leaning his son to the side of the boat.
“Is everything alright there?”
“Just a little sea sickness from the boat.”
“Ok…..Want me to get some meds for him?”
*vomits*
“Can you, honey?”
“Right away.”
Jonh goes back to the main compartment of the boat. He searches for the medicine in his wife’s equipment. He find’s laying around the pocket of the medkit with his mission complete he goes back to his wife and son.
*opens canteen*
“Son…”
Owen looks at him with a face of desorientation and with some vomit still around his lips that is cleaned by his mother.
*hiccup*
“Daddy…..I don’t feel very……good”
“Don’t worry…..I got some meds that can help you.”
Jonh cracks open the pill from the tablet. Owen sticks his tongue out to recive the medicine.
*gulp*
*chugs chugs*
“Will this…..make me get better?”
“Of course.”
*pat*
“go rest up a bit……Enjoy the view a little bit.”
The boy presses up against his mother chest. Carol gently embraces him alongside Phyro. Jonh gives one last head pet to his son before kissing his wife. He looks once again towards the horizon enjoying the view and thinking about the life that was about to come.
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“(muffled) Hey Jonh. Can you come inside a little bit.”
“Coming.”
Inside the old boat Sam and Ben were enjoying some old beer cans that they find It around. While Cris was inspecting the radio frenquencies and Mike cleaning up his gear.
“What is It?”
“Want some?”
“Do you really think It’s a good idea to drink Sam?”
*chugs beer*
“Why so serious? We evade thouses fuckers…passed by right between their noses….Hahahah!!!”
“And don’t worry about getting drunk there is only a pack here Jonh.”
“(smug) Heh, You two are hopeless.”
Leaving the two old man behind Jonh goes to see Mike and Cris.
*radio static*
*click click*
*tooning*
“What are you doing Cris?”
*takes off headset*
“Oh Jonh…..I’am just hearing some frequencies to see If we can contact Ben’s companions or If we are being followed.”
“Then keep up the good work pal.”
*pat on shoulder*
*puts on headset*
Jonh tired from the journey goes to sit next to Mike.
“So ready for the new life, friend?”
“Let’s hope so.”
“Say It Jonh…..Can you really settle down?”
“What do you mean by that?”
“You know……”
*scrub scrub*
“I have fough back at Iraq and now in the homefront……But my hearth still…..still feel like It’s in combat.”
“I understand……Ever since we made a contract with Muller I had trouble sleeping….But now I think I can put my hearth to rest.”
“Good to hear that buddy…….I just wish I had the strengh to do the same.”
*polishing*
“Don’t worry….Even If we can’t get away from this…..this hunter life……at least we won’t be at the mercy of Muller anymore.”
“Yeah……Finally free after all, aye?”
The crew sailed hugging the american east coast for two days. A fog of cold wind covers the incoming waves leaving a few ice sheets that are cracked as the boat sways forwards. Inside the deck the crew hugs for warmth.
*sways*
*cracking*
*yawn*
“Fuaaaah…..”
Phyro and Owen snuggle together in the embrace of Carol. The pleasant warmth heat of the small dragon insulates the space. Jonh and the others sit in a semi-circle around the three taking their time to put their hands above Phyro to warm their hands. While Owen put his hand on a page of his sketch book and traces on It.
*scribble scribble*
"What are you drawing, son?”
*looks up*
“Gloves and socks…..to keep me warm.”
The boy turns the page of his sketch book towards his father. The drawing was a little
“Why? Phyro can heat you up If you need.”
“Phyro only keeps up the heat If eats a little…….So If we go out days without food he won’t even be able to breath fire.”
“Interesting……How did you know that?”
“He always get a little cold when he does’nt eat well…..He’s like a stove.”
“Fuaaaaahhhhh…”
*gets up*
“Well them…..Let’s keep our fire burning.”
Jonh goes to the othe side of the deck and takes a milar bag out of one of the cabinets.
*cuts open*
*sniff sniff sniff*
*drowls*
“Fuaaaah….Fuaaahh….Fuaaaah.”
Just like a dog Phyro runs towards Jonh. Grasping Jonh’s pants the dragon drowls in excitiment for his food.
“Wait a little I will cook for you.”
“Fuahhhh!!!”
*lets go*
*sits down*
“Heh, good boy.”
Jonh inspects the cabinets of the boat finding a small eletric stove stove with two heating pads and a skillet on one of them.
“Hey Ben?”
“What is It?”
“Is It safe to turn on this thing?”
“Let me see It.”
*walks up*
“…….Yeah I think It can work….I the worse case scenario you stranded us in the sea.”
“Would’nt that be bad?”
“Just a delay….We are only a couple hour from the delaware river…..I was planning to abadon this old thing sooner or later anyways.”
“Ok them.”
*plugs in*
*turns on*
The heating pads soon start to heat up so jonh uses the skillet to heat up the piece of meat.
*sizzle sizzle*
*sear*
*sear*
Soon the smell of food and cooked meat infiltrates every corner of the ship.
“Smelling good in here Jonh…..What kind of meat are cooking?”
“Don’t know. Mistery meat for dinner Sam.”
On the other heating pad Jonh boils two canned soups he had on his bag.
*blop*
*sizzle sizzle*
*boils*
In a couple of minutes Jonh takes out the dinner to them. Phyro was the first to devour the cooked meat. The others set a crude table even with the rough sways of the boat. Ben taking the oportunity called the others mountaineers for a deserved meal.
“Lower the anchours boys!! We are having dinner.”
“Ok sir.”
*Rustling chain*
*stop*
*goes down to deck*
With everybody inside they started to enjoy their meal together. They place the meat inside the soup to soft them even more as they scoup them out with the ration crackers. For tonight they were eating well.