Amazing. “Come,” she called Tara. “I will show you how to skin a rabbit.”
“Ohhhh, umm.”
“Come on, don’t be afraid, it is very dead.”
“Yes, I see that.” Tara took jerky steps towards Becca. She clearly did not want to be seen as a wuss, but judging by the quirk in her upper lip, it had nothing to do with fear but everything to do with yuck.
“There’s plenty of water to clean up with, love,” I said, grinning.
“Shit, looks like rain,” Preacher muttered. “Bane, as soon as she’s done with that knife we need to get that flag before dark. And if he’s done something stupid, which I’m pretty sure he has, we need to deal with it now.”
I agreed.
“What do you mean, something stupid?” Potential panic threatened in Tara’s calm question next to Becca on the ground. Becca too had paused in her dissection waiting for that answer, concern on her perfect brow.
“What could he do stupid? It’s under the water. I mean that’s the stupid part. Right?”
“Yeah, that’s the stupid part, Preacher said. “Look away, but I’m keeping my underwear on, they need washing.” Tara looked down when Preacher dropped his pants and stood in the black tight briefs.
Becca lowered her head. “Go on Lucian. You wash your underwear as well.”
I quickly got out of my pants and joined Preacher at the water’s edge. “What’s the plan?” I mumbled. “And what are you expecting down there?”
“Not sure, just some bullshit.”
“We go down and inspect it then we come back up, make a plan, then execute it?”
Preacher rubbed his hands together. “Sounds good.”
“We done with that knife yet ladies?” I called.
“Coming right up,” Tara said. “I’m not looking.” She held the knife toward me, keeping her head turned. “You’ll need to wash that.”
I took the knife from her, and gave her hand a brief squeeze. “We’ll be back with the flag in five minutes.”
“Okay good.” She kept her back turned and her tone aloof. Which meant she was terrified enough to feel the need to practice sanity maneuvers. I wanted to console her more but Preacher was wading into the water already.
I followed him out, cleaning the blade as I went. We headed to the center of the lagoon and made the preliminary dive. Once we located the bright yellow flag at the bottom, we searched for any traps around the flag. The land at the very bottom was the size of maybe a living room then began to gradually slope upward. If it wasn’t for the dangers possibly lurking down there, I would’ve liked to explore the emerald green paradise. Everything was covered in the most brilliant colored green velvety moss I’d ever seen. We swam like sharks around our target, looking for anything odd. Seemed that the flag was merely tied to the rock somehow.
Preacher pointed to the surface and we swam back up. I gave him the knife when he asked for it, we got our wind and we swam back down. Preacher yanked the flag taut and began sawing. When it didn’t cut, he touched the rope and shook his head and began to swim up.
We surfaced with a gasp.
“Did you get it are you okay?” Tara yelled.
I looked over at Tara and Becca who stood studiously watching on the bank. I shook my head.
“It’s a fucking cable man,” Preacher said, keeping his voice down.
I jerked to him. “A what? ”
“Yeah, there’s the stupid. Let’s go try to work the thing off that rock and if we can’t, we’ll try to pull both of them up.”
“Okay got it.” I looked to the ladies. “We had to scope it out first, make sure it’s safe, we’re going down now to get it.” I pointed at the water and nodded.
They both remained with hands visoring their eyes. “We can help!” Becca called out followed by Tara’s eager agreement.
“We’re fine,” I said. “But if we need you, we’ll let you know.” I looked at Preacher hoping I hadn’t boo-booed. But he nodded in agreement.
The ladies went to pacing in silence and Preacher
“Ohhhh, umm.”
“Come on, don’t be afraid, it is very dead.”
“Yes, I see that.” Tara took jerky steps towards Becca. She clearly did not want to be seen as a wuss, but judging by the quirk in her upper lip, it had nothing to do with fear but everything to do with yuck.
“There’s plenty of water to clean up with, love,” I said, grinning.
“Shit, looks like rain,” Preacher muttered. “Bane, as soon as she’s done with that knife we need to get that flag before dark. And if he’s done something stupid, which I’m pretty sure he has, we need to deal with it now.”
I agreed.
“What do you mean, something stupid?” Potential panic threatened in Tara’s calm question next to Becca on the ground. Becca too had paused in her dissection waiting for that answer, concern on her perfect brow.
“What could he do stupid? It’s under the water. I mean that’s the stupid part. Right?”
“Yeah, that’s the stupid part, Preacher said. “Look away, but I’m keeping my underwear on, they need washing.” Tara looked down when Preacher dropped his pants and stood in the black tight briefs.
Becca lowered her head. “Go on Lucian. You wash your underwear as well.”
I quickly got out of my pants and joined Preacher at the water’s edge. “What’s the plan?” I mumbled. “And what are you expecting down there?”
“Not sure, just some bullshit.”
“We go down and inspect it then we come back up, make a plan, then execute it?”
Preacher rubbed his hands together. “Sounds good.”
“We done with that knife yet ladies?” I called.
“Coming right up,” Tara said. “I’m not looking.” She held the knife toward me, keeping her head turned. “You’ll need to wash that.”
I took the knife from her, and gave her hand a brief squeeze. “We’ll be back with the flag in five minutes.”
“Okay good.” She kept her back turned and her tone aloof. Which meant she was terrified enough to feel the need to practice sanity maneuvers. I wanted to console her more but Preacher was wading into the water already.
I followed him out, cleaning the blade as I went. We headed to the center of the lagoon and made the preliminary dive. Once we located the bright yellow flag at the bottom, we searched for any traps around the flag. The land at the very bottom was the size of maybe a living room then began to gradually slope upward. If it wasn’t for the dangers possibly lurking down there, I would’ve liked to explore the emerald green paradise. Everything was covered in the most brilliant colored green velvety moss I’d ever seen. We swam like sharks around our target, looking for anything odd. Seemed that the flag was merely tied to the rock somehow.
Preacher pointed to the surface and we swam back up. I gave him the knife when he asked for it, we got our wind and we swam back down. Preacher yanked the flag taut and began sawing. When it didn’t cut, he touched the rope and shook his head and began to swim up.
We surfaced with a gasp.
“Did you get it are you okay?” Tara yelled.
I looked over at Tara and Becca who stood studiously watching on the bank. I shook my head.
“It’s a fucking cable man,” Preacher said, keeping his voice down.
I jerked to him. “A what? ”
“Yeah, there’s the stupid. Let’s go try to work the thing off that rock and if we can’t, we’ll try to pull both of them up.”
“Okay got it.” I looked to the ladies. “We had to scope it out first, make sure it’s safe, we’re going down now to get it.” I pointed at the water and nodded.
They both remained with hands visoring their eyes. “We can help!” Becca called out followed by Tara’s eager agreement.
“We’re fine,” I said. “But if we need you, we’ll let you know.” I looked at Preacher hoping I hadn’t boo-booed. But he nodded in agreement.
The ladies went to pacing in silence and Preacher
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