Chapter 9 – Banana Wars
COLE WOKE LONG after the sun was up. He was almost cold in the morning chill and fresh breeze that had picked up with the sun. The sea was dotted with occasional white caps and with no land in sight, nor any other boats in view, Cole felt the same weightlessness as the evening before. He basked in his complete lack of responsibility and threw his hands behind his head, driving his fingers through his salt-crusted hair again and again as he stretched and chased the fatigue away. He didn’t care how long the transit took, it was a wonderful feeling and he held onto it with a smile he couldn’t hide. As he stretched once again and twisted his torso around in his hammock, he heard his two companions talking from their hammocks. He yawned and settled back into his nest.
