TWENTY
Fuel
‘These containers are slowing us down.’
‘Jibreel, stop complaining. If the Captain says we need them, we need them.’
‘It is not like we are going to drink the stuff.’
‘We are not going to drink it, but you… I am not so sure.’ he said, giving the disgruntled knight a firm slap across the back.
‘I am not drinking that vile filth.’ replied Jibreel, vehemently, whose face was a picture of disgust at the very thought. ‘Captain – with all due respect – I have followed you around this place, been neck-deep in blood, fought serpents, had one of those seven-legged things on me, even called you Captain. However, I am not drinking that!’
‘Jibreel, relax, the Captain is messing with you.’ said Falkai candidly.
‘Am I?’ he said, giving the pair a curious look, before moving to th
