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We surely spent some days laying on the shore, fainted, for when I woke up I had an evil headache. But we couldn’t waste time.
“If I am not mistaken”, I started talking, while consulting the map I was holding “we should probably be on one of the islands of Cambodia” I added squinting my eyes as I couldn’t bare the pain anymore.
“Let me see…” my father came close, caressing his white mustache, something he could always do while thinking profoundly. “Yes! I think you’re right, we were here, just some hours ago” he added, pointing to someplace on the map, near to the hypothetical island we were walking on.
“Enough with the coordinates thing!” captain Young said with his usual arrogant tone. “We need to get settled up, first. It’s going to be dark soon, we don’t know what’s hiding around here”
He could be right, but I couldn’t help the stern look I gave him. God, I hated that man! I spent the whole trip trying to avoid his tedious gaze. There was no place in which I didn’t feel his stare on me; he would look at me from head to feet, and I could swear I saw him licking his own lips once. Ugh! Disgusting. Not to mention how nonchalantly he left his hands accidentally touch my butt or breast, every now and then, and how he excused himself: “Pardon, my dear, didn’t mean that”. Of course, he did.
We spent the evening fitting the camping tents, while the captain and his men were keeping themselves busy trying to figure out some security settlements to keep the all of us safe. I could see a bunch of boxes full of weapons. Little did they know they did anything but make me feel secure.
“Did they need to bring all those things with us?” I said to my father.
“My dear, they make a living out of that, without weapons they are nothing. Besides, captain Young knows what he’s doing. If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t be here telling you this” he got a point, the man got his back since he started to leave our country for his researches and I remember how often he risked his life to save my father’s. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to liking him. On the other hand, my father loved him. So, I decided to keep my urge of punching the asshole in the face just for the sake of my beloved father.