“I'm impressed,” said Daske. And he was. Alister has sailed through the storm, the same storm Daske had sailed through. He had gone overboard and surrounded himself with a magic air bubble that kept him alive underwater. He had survived on the beach afterward and had proven himself a good man in a fight. Further, after all they had been through, he managed to keep a carefree upbeat attitude about the whole thing. It reminded him of Sable and that quirky grin of hers. “Ya know, workin' together we might just might come out of this alive.” He popped the last of his biscuit into his mouth, chewed it thoroughly and swallowed it. Then he got very silent. “Do you hear water?” he asked. He looked around at the mostly still forest. Then he heaved himself up on to his feet and walked a ways up a hill. “Look at this, Alister!” He yelled back. "It's an underground spring and it comes up to the surface here.” On the other side of the hillock was a steep, rocky ravine. A tiny stream of water bubbled out of some rocks part way up the ravine and made its way down the ravine until it disappeared in a small boggy area. “It goes underground again and reappears at the beach,” he said. “If it don't dry up on us, we got water.” He made his way wearily down into the ravine and drank some of the water. Then he filled his waterskin and used it to pour cold water over his injured arm. He winced at the pain but repeated the operation several more times until he had gotten most of the sand out of the deep gashes. He lay back on the mossy side of the ravine and suddenly realized how tired he was. So tired that he just wanted to go to sleep. He was vaguely aware that he was going into shock but it somehow didn't seem important. |