It was late morning when Brock returned from checking the traps he’d set
out a day earlier. He had already skinned and dressed the game he’d caught and
was taking it to the kitchen area.
Brock’s self-satisfied grin of accomplishment widened. “It’s done!” he
announced. “The entire island has been covered and I can safely contest to the
fact that it is completely uninhabited by any man other than ourselves. There
is evidence of others having paid unplanned visits in the distant past, due I
imagine to being blown off course during a storm. I found a total of three
badly deteriorated shipwrecks in the course of my explorations, but absolutely
no signs of anyone actually living for any length of time here before our
arrival.”
“Well, at least those responsible for sending us here had that much
correct,” Walker commented, not at all taken back by the big woodsman’s
revelation. “And I believe we would certainly be aware of anyone having landed
since as the beach may be the only area to do so safely.”
“There’s possibly another on the southern most tip of the island but it
is somewhat more treacherous.” Brock handed over his bounty of rabbits.
“You’ve a good lot there, Brock,” the chef observed, taking several carcasses
from the tall man after wiping his hands off on his apron..
“Yes, every trap had something in it,” Brock quietly informed him. He
looked around the tent, seeking out a special someone. “You wouldn’t happen to
know Raythe’s whereabouts, would you?”
“Yes, he and Spyke had just finished their chores when Galen rushed in
here all excited about some find he’d made.” Walker
Brock shook his head. “Those lads have been searching for something ever
since Gille and Levi fished up that crate of rum.”
“I found it!” Galen announced
excitedly. “W-we w-were looking in the wrong p-places, or at least from the
wrong p-places. Come on!” he called out as he hurriedly climbed the side of a
large cliff.
Safely on top of flat land, he ran closer to the side overhanging the
ocean, lay down on his stomach and slowly inched forward. “Look down there!” he
instructed, his young face beaming.
“M-make sure you lie down to distribute
your w-weight in case the edge b-breaks off.”
After following their friend’s example, Raythe and Spyke gazed down into
the deep blue water. Their eyes widened and they smiled gleefully.
“For shit’s sake; how did we come to miss it?” Spyke asked and received
a bewildered shrug from Raythe.
“Cause you can’t see this area of the ocean from the b-beach; that
outcrop of rocks b-blocks it,” Galen explained. “You know w-what type she is,
Raythe?”
“Looks like a clipper; three-masts and I’d say from the look of her,
she’s been there a while.”
“Yeah, she sure as hell has a lot of damage. Her masts are busted and
her side has a gaping hole in it.” Spyke leaned over further to get a better
view.
“Take care, Spyke, you’re going to fall off.” Galen’s warning had them
all backing up.
“I gotta get Larry and Aiden to see this,” Spyke said, heading towards
the work site.
“B-bring Thomas b-back too!” Galen shouted after the rapidly departing
man.
“I’m gonna see if Brock’s returned from trapping. You gonna wait here?”
Getting a nod, Raythe turned to leave. He slid down the steep embankment, ran
across the sand-dunes and disappeared into the trees.
Thomas and Aiden stood side by side near the cliff’s edge and carefully
scrutinised what they could make out of the sunken ship. The tide was in and
although the water was crystal clear, they realised it was impossible to
determine the full extent of the vessel’s erosion. They looked at each other
and came to a silent agreement. Glancing over at Brock, they become aware of
him having reached the same conclusion.
Aiden sighed deeply. He knew what he had to say would not be taken
kindly by the four young men standing behind them. They were understandably
enthused at the prospect of scavenging for riches.
“Ye’ll not be mentioning yer discovery to anyone just yet,” Aiden firmly
instructed. “Nor will ye be venturing out to get a closer look of that ship.
‘Tis understood?” He sternly eyed his two partners, having already overheard
the young men making plans to explore for hidden treasures.
“That’s not fair, Aiden!” Spyke wailed his disappointment.
“Yeah,” Raythe jumped in, only to quickly back down when the huge Scot’s
eyes turned towards him.
“I agree with Aiden,” Brock quietly intoned, wrapping an arm around
Raythe. Getting the younger man’s full attention, he added. “You’ll be courting
trouble, boy, should you choose to disobey.”
“We’ll discuss it during the meeting on Sunday and decide what, if
anything, we’ll do about investigating the wreckage,” Thomas said, putting
special emphasis on the ‘if’ for the sake of the would-be explorers amongst
them.
“Aye, Sunday ‘tis but three days away and not that long a wait, ‘tis
it?” Aiden reasoned as he and Brock led their partners back to camp leaving
Thomas and Galen alone on the cliff.
“Galen, I find it interesting that you are the one who spotted this
wreck. You want to explain to me how it is that you spotted it without climbing
up here? Since I know we have discussed you not going places like this without
talking to me first,” Thomas asked his young partner-to-be.
“I did spot it from here, Thomas. I’m allowed to wander along the
water’s edge and this is a part of the shoreline. It is just a bit higher than
the rest.” To Galen, all this made perfect sense.
Thomas sighed deeply. “Galen the water’s edge is where the water meets
the land. The water is considerably below here, isn’t it?”
Galen held on to the bigger man’s arm for balance, leaned slightly to
one side and carefully glanced over the edge of the cliff. “Yes, but it still
touches dry land.”
“Down there it touches dry land, not up here and I think you can see
that as well as I. However, I will not argue semantics with you. Just hear me
out, young man, I do not want you up this cliff or any other cliff alone again,
is that clear?”
Galen exhaled loudly with a noticeable touch of frustration. “Yes, it
is. But I never would have discovered the ship if I hadn’t come up here,
Thomas.”
“Is the discovery of an old shipwreck more important than your safety?
What if you’d run into trouble up here alone, or if you’d fallen? No one would
have even known until we noticed you missing and then how long would it have
taken for us to find you?” Thomas asked.
The sun was in his eyes as Galen squinted up at the taller man. He
reluctantly admitted to himself that Thomas had a good point. Admitting it to
Thomas was a bit harder. “Okay, guess you’re right.” His face suddenly
brightened considerable when an idea came to mind. “Can we make a deal?”
Thomas was almost afraid to agree; however he couldn’t resist the smiling
face before him. “Alright, Galen, what sort of a deal?”
“I promise not to come back here again on my own if you promise to spend
some time exploring with me.” The young man bit his lip and waited hopefully.
With long hours spent working on various projects, the two men had little time
together and Galen badly wanted the attention.
Thomas sighed. “I haven’t exactly been spending much time with you
lately, have I? I’m sorry about that, Galen. We’re to be married in two months
and you deserve my love and attention. I promise to set aside some special time
for you and me; to take walks and do some exploring of the island.” He drew
Galen into his arms and kissed him deeply.
Galen returned the kiss; clinging tightly to the man he loved above all
others. Their deal had been made and sealed.
He was actually beginning to enjoy school. His math was above average
although he didn’t like it when Quentin changed from mental arithmetic to
writing the problems down. His reading ability, which prior to classes had been
below average, was improving almost daily. The main problem was his writing. It
was a skill he’d never practised, as it had never been needed in his previous
life. Troy had quickly become aware that what Dallas needed was repetitive
writing exercises.
Raythe wasn’t paying any mind to the others as he was occupied with keeping
an eye on Spyke who was obviously distracted. It caused Raythe to speculate on
what his friend was plotting.
Dallas sighed louder and this
time he caught Troy’s attention.
“Finished your assignment, Dallas
“No sir,” Dallas answered. “I’m bored, that’s all.” Troy
fixed Dallas
“I’d suggest you get on with your assignment,” Troy said sternly “You
only get yourself in trouble when you think you’re bored. I would think you’d be
able to survive one afternoon a week in class without losing interest so
quickly.”
Dallas bent his head back over his slate and appeared to reapply himself
to his writing assignment.
Classes over for the afternoon, Raythe dragged Galen over to one side
and glancing around to make sure they were not overheard, quietly told him of
his suspicions. “I think Spyke is gonna sneak out to that clipper. How about we
go see what he’s up to?” Raythe smiled when Galen’s eyes lit up in
anticipation.
Galen followed his fellow conspirator down to the beach but balked when
Raythe started towards the cliff. “Ah, I’m n-not supposed to go up there,
Raythe.”
Raythe stared in disbelief for a moment until understanding dawned. “For
shit’s sake, Galen, you’re gonna have to tell Thomas to back off. You’re the
only one who’s hardly allowed to do anything or go anywhere for that matter.”
“Thomas is just w-watching out for m-me, Raythe.” Galen blushed
uncomfortably.
“Overbearing is what he is!” Seeing the hurt look on the other man’s
face, Raythe sighed and relented. “Okay, the tide’s out, so we’ll find a hiding
place among the boulders at the base of the cliff and wait for Spyke to show.”
He knew he had made the right choice when Galen eagerly smiled his thanks.
Meanwhile, Spyke waylaid Larry on his way to the work site and once
again began badgering him about the possibility of sunken treasure. Their
original plan had been nipped in the bud but that didn’t stop them contemplating
the fun to be had. While Larry was more inclined to adhere to Aiden’s orders,
Spyke was doing his best to persuade him to do otherwise.
“Wouldn’t it be thrilling to go down there and find a bunch of gold
medallions and jewellery or maybe even some more rum?” Spyke exclaimed as
he munched on a treat he had stowed away after the noon meal.
“Yeah, I’d love to explore the ship and see if maybe I could find some
old artefacts. That’s what I’d consider a real treasure,” Larry replied as
he reached over and broke off a piece of the molasses cookie.
Spyke gave his partner an annoyed look for helping himself. “Well, you’re
an experienced diver and I’m a pretty good swimmer myself, so why don’t we go
down now while the tide is out and take a look?”
Larry secretly admitted sometimes being a little annoyed at what he felt
was an unnecessarily over-protective attitude on Aiden’s part.
“Look, I know you have nothing to do right now ‘cause it’s your turn for
some time off. I can understand the area being off limits for inexperienced
divers but that shouldn’t apply to you. We gotta get down there and take a
closer look before Sunday when everyone will be falling over each other to do
it. If you won’t come with me, then I’ll go alone.” This threat was the last of
Spyke’s persuasive arsenal as he appealed to his unenthusiastic partner.
Larry noticed the gleam in his young partner’s eyes and he wasn’t sure
if Spyke was serious in his threat or just teasing but he wasn’t willing to
take that chance. “Okay, I’ll come but just so I can be assured you won’t
be in any danger. But by the hell, Aiden better not find out. Deal?”
“Deal! Let’s go!”
When they neared the water’s edge, Larry and Spyke removed their shirts
and climbed over the large outcrop of rocks. Next, they merrily made their way
over the wet sand toward their quarry. Spyke gave a whoop as he splashed
through the ankle deep water, dragging Larry with him.
Despite the poor condition of the vessel, the daring young men were able
to climb on board without mishap. Larry was pleased he had Spyke with him
because he soon discovered there were a few spaces he was unable to fit into,
whereas the smaller man had no trouble doing so.
Things were going along just fine and the two men were enjoying themselves
tremendously. They eventually discovered what Larry determined had been
the Captain’s quarters. So engaged in their escapade, they easily lost track of
time and failed to notice that the tide had turned.
“Wow, Larry, this is great. Look here, it’s a small chest of some kind.
Do you think there may be something of value in it?”
“Why don’t we haul it down from the shelf and take a look,” Larry
laughingly suggested.
“You know, Larry, I don’t know why Aiden was so worried about this
place. It’s as safe as being in our own tent.”
“Yeah, but we better keep this little adventure a secret until we can
convince him of that, okay?”
Spyke didn’t like keeping secrets from Aiden but he could certainly see
Larry’s point. He reached up and grabbed the container seated on a shelf above
his head and was about to make another comment regarding its contents when
disaster struck. Just as the metal box was removed, the shelf gave way and
came crashing down. In his haste to get over to assist his partner, Larry
stepped on a badly rotten area of the floor and fell through it.
“Damn it!” Larry swore when finding it impossible to free himself.
He could feel the jagged wood scraping up the side of his thigh and cried out
in pain.
“Holy shit, Larry, hang on. I’m going down to see if I can free you from
underneath.”
Larry gritted his teeth and waited. A few minutes later he felt a
desperate tugging on the boards and heard a muffled voice from below.
“You’re stuck hard, Larry, and I’m not strong enough on my own to get
you out. I have to go for help.”
“Okay, but don’t get Aiden. Get Brock or Mitchell; they’re both big and
strong.”
“Yeah, but I gotta tell Aiden,” Spyke insisted as he reappeared wet and
dirty.
“No! Don’t tell him, Spyke. He’s going to kill me for doing this. But if
Brock or someone else can help you get me out, he’ll never have to know”
“Don’t you think they’ll tell him?”
“Not if we tell them that we will tell him later; besides Aiden is too
big to get in here. We barely managed to get in ourselves with the doorway
partly block with debris.”
“Look, Larry, the tide is coming in and we’re wasting valuable time
arguing. Now I gotta get out of here before we find ourselves under water.”
With that, Spyke quickly disappeared.
Larry could hear him scrambling over the damp, rotting exterior of the
ship. He tried to remain calm by closing his eyes and going into survival mode.
Relying on his training in the marines, he calculated the speed of the rising
water and figured he had approximately twenty to thirty minutes of airtime
left. Hopefully, that should be enough for help to arrive.
As Spyke jump into the swirling ocean, Raythe and Galen called out and
began wading towards him.
Spyke hurriedly babbled out the problem. “I don’t want to leave Larry
alone. Please, can one of you guys go for help?” He was becoming frantic. The
water that had only been ankle deep when they got here was now up to his waist.
It took several minutes of heavy running for Raythe to find
Brock. He grabbed the big mountain man and began telling him of Larry’s
fate as he tried pulling him along the path back to the ocean. Brock in turned
called out for Aiden and the three men raced towards the shore. They ended up
being accompanied by Thomas and Mitchell.
The men hadn’t taken the time to question further; they’d just nodded
and set off on a pace that Raythe found difficult to keep up with. When they arrived
at the shore, Galen began wading out again and Raythe ran past Brock to quickly
catch up to his friend.
“Raythe!” Brock bellowed. “Get back here!”
“Galen, get out of the water at once!” Thomas yelled.
Galen and Raythe reluctantly obeyed and retraced their steps.
Brock grabbed hold of Raythe and held him firmly against his side. “One
man in danger is already one too many, boy.”
Thomas applied a hard swat to the seat of Galen’s pants. “You were told
to stay away from here!” he declared. “However, we’ll discuss that later. If
Larry is stuck, it’s likely he’s hurt. I want you and Raythe to get back to the
campsite and inform Lakota we’ll be bringing an injured man in for his
attention.
Galen and Raythe were anxious to regain their partners good graces, so
they headed back at a run to notify the doctor of the situation.
Meanwhile, Aiden’s long strides had him rapidly covering ground, but he
slowed momentarily when he witnessed his young partner, dripping wet and waving
wildly from the partially submerged vessel. By the time he reached Spyke, the
young man was almost incoherent, barely able to make himself understood. The
big Scot hugged his youngest partner, calming him before issuing instructions.
“Okay, laddie, ye stay up here. Mitchell and I’ll rescue Larry.”
“No, Aiden, I have to go back down. You’re gonna need help freeing Larry
‘cause you’re both too big to get through the opening.”
Spyke led the way as the older men broke down barriers to
allow them passage and soon they were standing outside the cabin where Larry
by this time was in dire straits. He was beginning to hyperventilate due
to the panic overtaking him as the water swirled around his chin.
“Take it easy, Larry,” Mitchell calmly ordered. “We’ll have you out
in no time.” He gave Aiden a nod and the two men submerged at the same
time. In a matter of seconds, Larry felt his body drifting up as the wood
encasing his legs was torn away by two pair of powerful hands.
Spyke was to the first to climb out of the ship and joyfully announced
Larry finally being freed. Aiden stayed down another minute or two, examining
the extent of his partner’s injuries.
“I canna see as any serious damage ‘twas done ye, but I’ll know best
when we get out of here,” the big Scot firmly stated. “Mixed with water,
the amount of blood can be deceiving.”
The look on Aiden’s face as he helped Larry out of the ship almost made
the ex-marine want to stay where he was. He knew he was in real trouble. He
looked over at Spyke who had the same look of trepidation on his face that
Larry strongly suspected he had on his own.
Mitchell tore a long strip off his shirt and wrapped it around the gash
on Larry’s left thigh. It would do until they got him to the infirmary and into
Lakota’s care. “You may need stitches, my friend,” he commented. He stood back
and watched in awe as Aiden lifted his partner and began carrying him towards
the encampment where medical help would be waiting. Then he, Spyke, Thomas, and
Brock quietly followed in the giant’s wake.
Forewarned that someone would be in need of medical attention, Yancey
had everything ready. Not sure what would be required by the doctor and not
wanting to waste valuable time searching at the last minute, he had surgical tools
and a good supply of dressings laid out. He was fully prepared should the
injury prove serious.
Lakota had just finished his final inspection of the instruments when
the tent flap opened. He turned to see a pale, visibly shaken ex-marine
being carried by a calm-mannered but somewhat annoyed-looking Scot. Spyke
apprehensively stepped into the infirmary behind his partners.
“Just put him down on the table here so I can have a good look at the wound,”
Lakota instructed.
Yancey brought a lantern with a large reflector over to a spot beside
the table to provide the doctor with as much light as possible while Aiden gently
set his injured partner down.
Larry could tell by the big man’s body language that he was in for a
lengthy discussion. He winced when Lakota removed the blood soaked bandage to
take a better look at the injury.
“Well, that’s a nasty scrape but it’s not deep. Aside from a couple of
splinters that have to come out, it will not need stitching,” the doctor
informed the anxious men.
“Uh, Doc, I’ve seen injuries like this before.” Larry was bound to
try and persuade Lakota to let him stay in the infirmary for a day or two, at
least until Aiden calmed down. “Maybe it would be wise for me to stay in here
for a while. I mean, you know how quickly an infection can set in.”
“Are you in doubt of my ability to know what’s right for my patients?”
Lakota asked, recognising what the young marine was doing.
Not wanting to anger Aiden any further with the thought that one of his
partners would show disrespect to anyone, Larry quickly replied, “No Sir,
that’s not what I meant….I just thought…..”
Aiden leaned forward and placed a huge hand on Larry’s shoulder. “The
good doctor and I are verra much aware of what yer up to, laddie, so ye best
end it now and be quiet.”
Feeling the blush heating up his face, Larry nodded and did as he was
told.
With Yancey’s assistance, Lakota set to work removing the debris from
the wound and disinfecting it.
Each wipe made Larry wince, a few even caused his eyes to water. He
appreciated Aiden moving in closer and placing a comforting hand on his
shoulder. He was also grateful for the soothing rubbing motions of Spyke’s
hand on one of his forearms. He kept his head down through it all but every
once in a while he’d furtively glance up to see if his grunts of pain were
changing the look of displeasure in Aiden’s eyes to one of sympathy.
Although Larry saw the concern in the older man’s eyes, he also saw the
lingering anger and knew he still had some serious consequences to face.
Finally, all too soon for Larry, Lakota had finished cleaning the injury site
and Yancey had bandaged it.
“You need to keep the wound dry and covered. Come back tomorrow. We’ll need
to change the dressing every day for the week. You’ll be back in shape in
plenty of time for your wedding, but I’d like you to restrict your duties for
the next day or two. I‘d prefer you try avoiding walking long distances or
lifting any weights. Is that understood?”
Larry nodded. “Yes, thank you, Doctor.”
With Yancey’s help, Larry got off the table and tentatively put a little
weight on his sore leg. He considered an attempt to fake the amount of pain he
was in but seeing Spyke’s negative head shaking, wisely decided against it.
Both young men knew Aiden would easily catch on to any shenanigans on Larry’s
part and the ex-marine was already in enough trouble.
After thanking Lakota and Yancey for their care, Larry waited patiently
while Aiden did the same then allowed himself to be helped out of the
infirmary.
Lakota shook his head while helping Yancey cleanup. “I imagine that is
one fellow who’s going to have trouble sitting for the next few days.”
Yancey looked up and slowly nodded. “I would be very surprised if such
was not the case. I do not recall seeing Aiden this infuriated before.”
Once Aiden was assured Larry was fine and not seriously injured, he’d
ordered Spyke to go and wait for him in their tent. Spyke didn’t argue, he just
turned and made his way across the compound while the older man gave Larry his
undivided attention.
“It’s a shame to keep him waiting, Aiden. Why don’t you go see to him
now? I don’t mind; really I don’t!”
“Oh I’m sure ye don’t, laddie, but dinna fash yerself as waiting willna
harm him. ‘Tis time ye and I had a verra serious chat about what ye did this
afternoon.” With those words, Aiden began to half carry, half tow Larry towards
the woods.
Knowing Aiden was going to do his talking with his hand, Larry dug in his
heals in an effort to prevent his being pulled any further down the path, even
while admitting how futile his efforts were. Next, he began pleading his case
only to realise it was falling on deaf ears. “Please, Aiden, I appreciate the
fact that you were right. It was dangerous. I’ll never disobey you again. I’m
sorry.”
“No as sorry as yer going to be in a few minutes, laddie,” was Aiden’s
response. Quickly tiring of Larry’s attempts to slow their progress, he picked
him up and tossed him over his shoulder. When Larry kept mumbling and
pleading, Aiden emphasised an order to keep quiet by giving the young man one
resounding swat across the seat of his pants.
“Owww, Aiden! That hurt!”
Once they’d reached their destination, Aiden slid Larry off his shoulder
and without any preliminaries yanked down the younger man’s trousers and
undershorts then placed him over his lap. “Ye may think that one smack hurt,
laddie, but yer about to feel a great deal more.”
Aiden didn’t hold back as he had done in past chastisements. Larry
had crossed the line by not only blatantly disobeying a direct order, but by
putting himself and Spyke in danger.
The smacks were hard and each one caused Larry to yell out in pain. He
did his best not to break down in tears but as the heat became unbearable, he
couldn’t hold it back any longer.
“Aiden, please stop!’ he pleaded as the painful swats continued to fall.
He usually wasn’t inclined to beg like he was, but this reprimand seemed so
much more severe that previous ones. “No
more, please!” Heaving sobs were causing his body to tremble
when Aiden finally brought the punishment to an end and set the chastened
man on his feet. Larry immediately placed his hands on his burning rump
and tried to rub the pain away. He looked down at Aiden and dropped to his
knees. He threw his arms around the big man’s neck and nestled into the
heavily-muscled shoulder.
“Aiden, I’m so sorry for what I did. I thought I knew better and wanted
to prove I didn’t need your over-protectiveness, but I was wrong. I do need you
to watch over me sometimes when I become my own worst enemy.”
“Larry,” Aiden spoke softly as he pulled his partner closer. “I ken
how ye may believe that because yer older than Spyke and have a wee bit more
life experience ye should be treated different, but I’ve ne’er shown favouritism
between the two I love. Rules for Spyke apply to ye as well, especially in
matters of safety.”
“I realise that, Aiden, and I am so sorry for putting you in this
position.”
“Well, ‘tis pleased I am that ye recognise my concerns. Ye’ve been
punished, so ‘tis over and done. Now, as ye’ve had a hard day, let’s put ye to
bed so ye can get some rest.” Aiden set Larry on his feet and stood up.
“Are you going to discipline Spyke?”
“Ye need not let it concern ye. Now come along.”
Larry rearranged his clothing and as he began to limp along beside
Aiden, the blaze from the spanking he had just endured came rushing back. With
every step he took, the rough material of his underwear rubbed against the
tender flesh. To add to his discomfort, his leg was also beginning to
throb. Aiden, finally showing him some sympathy, threw him over his shoulder
once more and carried him back to their tent.
Spyke was sitting outside when he saw Larry and Aiden
approaching. He quickly scrambled up, went inside and sat down on his
pallet. He studied Larry’s puffy red eyes and made a note of how he winced
when Aiden set him down on the mattress. The young man swallowed hard as
Aiden took a hold of his hand and began to lead him out of the tent. Looking
back, he saw a genuine look of sympathy in Larry’s eyes but also saw a small
grin gathering at the corners of his mouth.
‘Damn that clumsy marine!’ Spyke thought as he was lead down the
path to meet his own reckoning.
Feeling exhausted, Larry lay down and drifted off to sleep. He woke
some time later when he felt another’s body cuddling up to him.
“Hi there, kid. How’s your backside?” Larry asked Spyke.
“Shit, Larry, can’t you see the smoke radiating from it? I’m on fire.”
“You and me both, Spyke; you and me both.”
“He gave you the full treatment,
did he, Marine?”
“Oh, yeah!”
“Well you shouldn’t have been so fucking clumsy enough as to fall
through the floor. I thought Marines were supposed to be light on their feet?”
“No! If I wouldn’t have let myself get talked into something I knew was
wrong by a certain little hellion, we wouldn’t be laying here with sore rear-ends.”
“Yeah, but either way it’s your fault, ain’t it? But I forgive you.”
The teasing cheered Larry up. Picking up on the same light mood, he
retorted. “Oh, that’s big of you. Now I can go on living with a clear
conscience.” There was a slight pause before Larry suddenly turned
serious. “But get this through your head; what we did wasn’t right and I
will not be forgetting this fire in my neither regions any time soon. And, I
won’t be so easy to convince next time either.”
“Wanna bet? I can be pretty persuasive you know.”
Larry looked down at this young man lying next to him. He grabbed up his
pillow and wacked him on the side of the head.
Spyke quickly retaliated and before long the two men were engaged in a
full-fledged, no holds barred, pillow fight.
Larry’s split along the seams. The tent soon looked like a major blizzard
was raging as feathers rained down around them.
Spyke reared back to give Larry one last thump but as he swung back, his
pillow struck what felt like a stone wall and also split wide open.
Larry looked up to see their giant partner covered in feathers and started
chuckling.
Spyke turned around to witness the same sight Larry had and he too began
to snicker.
Aiden tried to act like he was angry at their actions but their mirth was
contagious. With in seconds, the three men were holding their sides and laughing
uproariously. The events of this afternoon were soon pushed aside as the sounds
of merriment and love filled the air.
TBC….
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