Chapter Sixteen: The Escape
Here we are, back over the cliff, back at square one. It was practically only hours ago that we were walking through this forest, and now we’re back at it again at two in the morning. The brush was even thicker and darker at this time, yet it seemed like it was well awake. There were sounds all around us; sounds of crickets chirping and frogs croaking in harmony. It was as if the forest was putting on a symphony.
Suddenly we stopped when we reached the clearing. Andrias and Parauvin threw down their backpacks and sat down. I followed suit, and Parauvin took out a small candle and lit for us to see each other. Andrias got out his pipe and used the light from his candle to light it. He took a puff from it, and sighed blissfully.
“So what’s the game plan, ‘Dris? Do we have the money to pay for the ship?” Parauvin asked faintly. Andrias chuckled softly and took another drag.
“Well, who the hell said we had to pay for it?” My eyes widened in surprise at his comment. Please don’t tell me we’re stealing the ship back.
“Oh, heh, I’s figured that you’s wanted to steal the boat back. Let’s just hope that it’s roped down rather than chained, so we’s can easily get it back.” He responded nonchalantly. I was at wits end.
“Are you serious?! We have to steal a boat now as well? I don’t even know what you men are thinking half of the time! I sometimes think that you aren’t even thinking at all!” I bellowed. For a moment there was silence in the forest; an awkward…frightening…silence. Andrias continued to puff away at his pipe.
“Maris, do hush up. You are being quite loud and judgmental.” He whispered, mocking the way I speak. The two of them then erupted (quietly) into laughter as I sat there embarrassed, tired and not amused.
“You think this is some sort of joke to you? I think that I make a valid point in saying that I find it quite-erm- ridiculous that you would even think to steal the boat back.” They laughed even more. Andrias briefly stopped his cackles and took another drag.
“Girlie, everything in life is a joke. You have to learn how to laugh at the damndest of things. And as far as your point goes, I beg to differ. Who the hell would let you buy a boat back at two in the morning, and moreover, why would I, Andrias Medina, want to waste my money on something somebody else fargged up?” Darn it, why must he always throw my shortcomings in my face to the point where I don’t even have a proper comeback to counter it.
We sat around for another five minutes until the two men felt that it was time to continue on. In unison, the duo hopped up and picked up their backpacks. I picked up my bag as well and followed them down the path until we reached the stony path that the rickshaw brought us up. Now mind you, this hike without the rickshaw seems bumpy, long and steep, considering the fact that the town we started out in is about five miles downhill. I think I’m going to cry.