We have made it to the end of the week. Thus far no skipped prompts. Let’s see if we can keep the streak going and get this done before anyone wakes. Timers away!
I really enjoy stranding people with groups they don’t know much about. I think the rest of the day I will be trying to decide if something nefarious like murder is going down or if this is just going to be relationship disintegrating drama.
Friday, October 13th: The anchor came loose in the night and by morning they drifted significantly.
The anchor came loose in the night and by morning they drifted significantly. No one noticed until Sam came out onto deck with his morning coffee. Even then he looked around at the early morning mists and wondered more what the day would bring and if he could drink enough coffee to make the morning with the others tolerable.
He had a tendency to sarcasm on the best of days. Uncafinated he had no control over his mouth and the others on board had no discernible sense of humor. Not for the first time he wondered why he was on this trip. He shook his head at the thought knowing exactly why he was on this trip. The blue eyed blonde his cousin introduced him to as a friend of his girlfriend, Marla. She was pretty enough that his brain stopped working long enough for him to agree to the trip.
Of course as they boarded she set eyes on Steve and that was that. Sam might not have existed for all he cared. She was still lovely to behold in a bikini but that was as far as his involvement went. He was like a visitor to an art museum. He could look, but none of the art was going home with him. The fact that Steve seemed to have some sort of issue with Marla was something else he was watching. He could figure out if they had history, if they despised each other or if they were having a secret affair. Steve was one of the group of Marla’s friends. His cousin Jimmy was friends with them too ad hoped to bring Sam into their group.
Sam was, at this point just hoping to make it off the ship and back to shore alive at this point.
As he sat, sipping his coffee and hoping to thin out his inner sarcasm with caffeine, the mist began to clear. Sam’s eyes narrowed. Those did not look like the rock formations he saw when the sun went down. When he saw the anchor being dropped and the ship moored for the night.
Except that the ship didn’t stop. He could feel the motion of it, and now that he could see the shore, he could see it moving past.
‘That doesn’t seem good,’ he thought. He didn’t want to wake the others but what he knew about sailing could be written on the paper slip from a fortune cookie and still have plenty of room for the obligatory enigmatic saying.
‘Not good enough to risk waking someone,’ he decided.
Sam didn’t see a place where he could conveniently leave his coffee without risk of spillage and took it with him. Luckily it had a lid. He closed the opening and went back down into the interior.
He knocked on Jimmy’s door first. There was a mumbled something and even though he knew Marla wouldn’t like it, Sam opened the door. He leaned in.
“The boat is no longer anchored and we appear to be moving down…out…” Sam’s lingo ran out. “Moving,” he finished up.
Jimmy blinked at him. “Okay I’ll go talk to Dennis.”
Sam nodded, feeling relieved. He didn’t know Dennis all that well but didn’t like what he knew. He was happy to pass the task of rousing him to someone else. Sam went back up on deck to at least try and see where they were going while Jimmy threw on some clothes and went to alert Dennis to the situation.
Deciding not to be in direct sight, he moved off to the side as sounds came from below. Dennis erupted out of the door and looked to the slowly pashing shore. He cursed and raced for the pilot house. Sam took a sip of his coffee and tried to stay out of the way.
Ten til Midnight 