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“Of course, I will, Mr. Kennard” then I heard one of the men say to my father. He asked him and two others to keep him company why he tried to discover on which island we were. “If we are fortunate we might stay here and start my researches. This place seems to be a good home for a lot of species; we could as well find something new here.”
“Father, please, be safe” I recommended.
“Don’t worry honey, they are with me” he said, patting one of them on the shoulder. It was a strong pat, but the giant guy on his left didn’t even move. Not a surprise, my father was a little man, he couldn’t hurt a fly. “We will be walking by the shore, as I only need to track the outlines of the island, just to see if I can recognize it on the map”
And so, they left. Leaving me by the fire, near my tent, with the disgusting man watching me by the distance, holding his rifle and showing off his annoying smug face. Of course, he started to walk toward me. I rolled my eyes.
“I told you not to call me that!” I snapped, crossing my arms.
“My, my, why are you always so mean to me?”
And why don’t you stop being such a dickhead. Oh, I would have liked to tell him that. I went with a polite phrase, instead. “I am tired and stressed. And my clothes are dirty, the only water I see here is salty water and…” I was rattling.
“Ok” he raised his hands. “My apologies”
At that I raised an eyebrow. Since when did he become so docile? There were times in which he couldn’t have any of it and kept going on annoying me. I guessed he was tired, too. But I let it go. It wasn’t my problem.
“You should get some rest” then he added. “Tomorrow we need to go find something to eat if we don’t want to starve to death. Our stocks are at the bottom of the ocean”
And sleep I did. I can’t tell you how much, but it must have been a lot because when I woke up I could already hear my father’s voice. He seemed excited by something. I groggily got up, fixed my hair and dress, and exited my tent.
“It’s new! It’s new!” my father yelled. “It’s not on the map! We discovered an island!”