That night we camped on the riverbank, making a fire and hunting some game to cook.
I had never had a trip like this in my past life. I had gone out with friends, sure. But we always visited hotels or rented apartments online. Even if most people here treated me like the second coming of Jesus Christ (or is it first coming? I get the feeling that I was reborn quite a ways before His coming) I was still part of the ‘group’.
The only ‘odd-man-out’ was the captain, who mostly kept to himself.
We were eating our part when I felt as if someone had walked over to my grave. I immediately stood up and watched our surroundings. “Everyone back to the boat.”
They all looked at me as if I were crazy, but one glare from me was enough for them to grudgingly begin moving.
Suddenly ano
