The Ocean Prince (Completed)

Chapter Eight

I took the small pan from the supplies I got from the boat and showed it to him.  

"Look, you can use this," I said.  He looked at it and frowned as if confused.  I thought that was weird.

"What's the matter?  You don't like the pan?" I asked him.  He flared his nostrils at me and frowned, but this time it wasn't out of confusion, it was out of anger.

"Oh... you're angry at me, is that it?  Why?  Because I'm trying to help out?"

"You talk too much," he complained.

"Oh really?  Well, at least I'm not an asshole," I  said.  I got up and walked away from him.  He thought that I was annoying?  Well, he was more annoying than I was.  I admit, sometimes I can be a pain in the ass, but at least I was trying to help out.  He couldn't even appreciate that, could he?  I stomped off, the sand becoming hotter as I walked out of the shadows of the trees.  

"I don't need him.  I don't need his bullshit," I said annoyed, but as soon as I reached the seashore I panicked.  

"s**t," I mumbled.  Who was I kidding?  I didn't have a choice.  If I didn't stick with him I wasn't going to survive this.  I started to cry.  I was scared.  I wondered where was Camilo and when would my father start looking for me, if ever?  

The wind was always cool, as long as the waves and the current moved in the water.  I wanted an adventure, but my adventure didn't turn out to be what I thought it would.  As I looked at the sea, I began to fear it.  It had killed my mother and now it had killed my boyfriend.  My father had been right.  I should have listened to him.  I should have obeyed him.  I should have done something else for my birthday, but instead, this was my gift.  I was stranded on an unknown island with a boy who was an asshole.  I cried.  My knees buckled and I cried.  I put my hands on my face, embarrassed, sad, and frustrated.  The only thing that expressed so many of those emotions was tears.  Tears were the language of feelings.  I breathed heavily.  There was nothing I could do.  I was powerless.  I... I...  I felt something hit me on my head.  I tilted my head to see what it was.  It was a shell.  I dried my tears with the back of my hand and I turned around.  I saw that Nicholas was behind me.

"Hey!  Hey!" I said almost running towards him.  

"What the hell is your problem?  You save me and then you want to kill me?" I said annoyed.  

"The food's ready," he said.  I was so immersed in my feelings that I forgot I was hungry.  I crossed my arms at him and frowned.  I thought he'd ignore me, but instead, he smiled.

"What's so damn funny?" I asked him and he started to giggle.  It was the first time I had ever seen him laugh.  He had an adorable laugh, but I was too annoyed to worship it.

"You," he said and then pointed at me with his chin. 

"Me?  What am I a f*****g clown now?" I asked as we returned to the camp.   

"What's a clown?" He asked me.

"f**k off," I remarked annoyed.  He kept quiet, sat down on the sand, and started to place the fish in the pan.

"Good idea," he said.  I stared at him for a moment.

"What is?" I asked him.  He pointed at the pan.

"Good idea," he said again.  I shook my head and grabbed the fish with my fingers, but I immediately regretted it.  It was scorching hot and I dropped it right back on the pan.  He placed another and another fish on the pan.

"Hey, I'm not going to eat all that," I said.  He looked up at me and smiled.

"It's for the both of us," he said.  

"Oh," was the only thing I remarked.  I began to blow the fish.

"What are you doing?" He asked me. 

"Trying to cool the fish," I replied.  

"Oh," he said.  I frowned suspiciously.  

"Can I ask you something?" I said.  He looked at me but didn't respond. I waited a moment to see if he would, but when I noticed he didn't say anything I carried on with the question.

"Do you live here?" I asked.  He nodded.

"Where's your house?" I asked him.  He didn't answer.  I gave him a moment and then asked something else.

"Have you been here long?"

"All my life," he replied.  

"So... where are your parents?" I asked him.  He snatched one of the fish and ate a chunk of it.

"It's already cool?" I asked him and he nodded.  I grabbed another fish and started to eat a bite. 

"Oh my God, this is the most delicious thing I've ever eaten in my entire life," I said, then I moaned with pleasure. Nicholas stared at me and I froze for a moment.

"Sorry," I said with my mouth full.  I couldn't help myself.  It was obvious that I had been starving for I don't know how many days and eating the fish was just satisfying my hunger.

"It's okay," he replied.  That was the first nice thing he had said to me all day.

"It's just... it's really good... thank you," I said to him and showed him the fish for appreciation.  He nodded.

"You're welcome," he replied.  I chewed some more and then when I finished my fish I licked my fingers.  Now, I wanted another one, but I didn't want to look like a hog in front of him.

"Take it.  Take another one," he said.  I nodded and grabbed another fish and started to devour the meat on it.  It was fresh, delicious and the meat was soft, white and tender.  It was juicy even.  I enjoyed every bite of it and Nicholas seemed to like it as well.

"I'm glad you saved me.  Thank you... for saving me," I told him and he nodded.  I finished the fish and went straight for another bottle of water.

"Do you want one?" I asked him and he shook his head.

"No.  I'm okay," he replied.  

"Okay," I said.

"Okay," he replied mimicking me.

"Okay," I repeated. 

"Okay," he said again and suddenly the both of us were laughing together.