Forest
Night comes slowly, and it’s ridden with tension. Captain and the sailors discuss the pros and cons of the different locations to give up the crate and then the options for spending the night. I force myself to pay attention because Blade and I plan to get back on board by dawn.
When the plan is made the sailors take us to shore. We select an old tree by the river as a look-out post. We climb it, and wait in silence. I mean, we don’t talk. The forest is noisy with frogs, crickets and whatnot, not to mention the mosquitoes circling my head. I refrain from slapping them, but I quietly smear the ones that bite me.
An eternity passes. I guess the barge is hard to find. It’s annoying now, but it saved us yesterday. If last night’s attack took place while the sailors were out drinking,
