Chapter 21 - The Cabin

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• Zara                                                                                            
• I had just let the cat out of the bag. What was I thinking? Why did I tell him what I’d never have said even at gunpoint? No thanks to my mouth.
• Zack was a strong personality. He had a mixture of three personalities in all. Sometimes, he could be mysterious. Next, he’s adventurous. Other times, he could be flirty and seductive. Which a part of me inwardly craved… To do dark things I’d never imagined I could do.
• “Too bad you won’t hear that from me then. I don’t do promises.” He says. His chiseled jaw still looked firm in spite of his non-shaved state as a result of us being stranded on a lonely island for days.
• “Then what do you? Look Zack-- to begin with, I’m not even interested in your principles. We are wasting time by even talking. I’m going to sleep, now. Then, by tomorrow we’ll figure a way to leave this island,” I say. I was beginning to get frustrated with being on a place. I was also homesick. And, I guess this was another display of my PMS. I’ve always been so irritated anytime my period was about kicking in.
• “You,” he simply says. “You are becoming used to me.” He adds.
• “And, why is that?” I ask. “The normal you could have used ‘I’ instead of ‘we’ on what you said about finding a way to leave this island.” He admits. “Really? I do that?” I say holding a tiring laugh. He doesn’t reply. Instead, he says, “Let’s set our tent.”
• We quickly set it and individually lay down.
• Breeze digs down my skin. I really felt cold. Grinding my teeth, I raised my jacket to my chin.
• Suddenly, a hand solemnly chirps my skin. It wraps around my waist. “Umm…Zack?” I say. He silences me by a shush sound which I follow for the first time.
• “I know you’re cold. Take this as body heat. It’ll help you calm down.” He advises, silencing me and making a shush sound. I follow. It’s surprising I did, though. I slowly adhere, then drift to the dreamworld.
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• “Do you think we are going to find help?” I ask him. I increased my paces as I gathered more wood. My legs have healed in the past days. And, to some extent, I felt glad. Zack didn’t have to boss me around anymore.
• “We just have to do our best and wait,” he says. He raises his chin and carries on. “All good things to those who wait.” His statement is smooth. I reason it a bit before I reply.
• “At times we must go for it, do our best, then wait.” I said sternly.
• I began kicking my legs faster. I could feel his gaze on me as I treated on the forest floor. The forest had a fresh pine scent. The woods, nature. Occupied with chirping of the birds which made it more apparent that the forest housed the birds. Even the ones who flew in the sky.
• “Zara?” I suddenly hear. It’s Zack. I can sense some bit of nervousness in his voice.
• “Yeah?” I reply. “Don’t move.” He warns. I don’t understand till I look right. My eyes open more in shock at the sight in oncoming. . .
• A bush pig!
• I freeze. The pig approaches us.
• OINK! OINK! It grunted. Zack closed his eyes and signaled to me to. I did the same. The pig came to a halt. It had reached Zack.
• Zack just froze there. It licked his trousers and sniffled through him. He didn’t move an inch. It came around too after leaving him. I couldn’t control the way my body shivered at what was happening. If there was anything I hated, it was pigs and there was one right beside me. Zack didn’t expect me to stay mute?
• Mom?
• Dad?
• I need help.
• It seemed like they won’t come.
• My body instantly made a huge vibration. I raised up a hand up voluntarily. The pig snorted and squealed.
• “Zara, I think you’ve just made it angry. Run!” He yells. I immediately begin kicking my legs. I start running which he does. We are so fast. Well? What do you expect when you’re running for your life?
• Our feet shuffles through the bushes. Zack a bit ahead of me but I quickly catch up. Adrenaline is in the rush of the moment. Pacing more, I couldn’t keep up. My head was filled with too much wind. . .
• There’s a bald path. Zack is too fast. I am too. All of a sudden, we come down through a large path. “AHH!” We shout till we drop. It’s a loud thud as we come crumbling down with our hands flying in the air.
• In a spin of second, the bush pig comes above us. It grunts with its nose stuck in the air. Sniffling, a drop of its slippery nasal content drops on Zack’s facial structure. I gasp in amusement as he tries wiping it off but instead spreads it over his mouth and side jaw.
• The creature retreats back. Its dinner had entered a dangerous place. And, us being the dinner made it back off.
• We heave a sigh of relief.
• “Phew!” I let out. Zack’s still attempting to wipe it off. I slowly examine my surroundings. It’s a small room. There are bottles of rum around. It’s scattered … Just piled up on one another.
• “I think you could use one of those.” I suggested. He seemed irritated at not being able to clean his face.
• “Thanks, but no thanks.” He says.
• “It’s a well thought suggestion.” I say.
• This makes him stand up. He swiftly opens the cork of the bottle and pours it down his face.
• “What is this place?” I ask. He wipes his face with his worn-out shirt. It was in that from too much washing over the past month we’ve been stranded here. “Probably some abandoned pirate’s cabin. Bottles of rum everywhere.” He says comfortably. “Gosh, I hate pirates. Talk less of their filthy rums. They stink!” I say frantically.
• “Why would you hate a pirate?” He asked.
• “Who won’t?” I replied. “They are thieves and they steal golds and any valuable thing they lay their hands on.” I add. He moves forward and picks some bottles of rum.
• “Okay, I agree that pirates are bad but, I’m definitely not going to let all of this waste.” He says and uncorks the drink.
• I’m quick to look at him with disgust. Even though I grew up as a rebel, I wasn’t a drunk. Back home, I could reject loads of princess gowns, wear any clothes to ball, walk the street in casual clothes or slap Miss Savannah, the Countess who had so much to say of how much of a proper princess I should be. It was deserved cause she was blinded and saw females as inferiors and slaves to men.
• I blink in awareness as he gulps a whole lot of the drink down his beloved throat.
• “Want some?” He points to the second bottle of rum. I hiss loudly and grab the bottle. He was already a bit tipsy. I scoff. I wasn’t going to give in. I wasn’t a drunk. Neither did I drink. Being drunk left you in a vulnerable state and if anything, I hated being vulnerable and weak.
• “Aye, Aye, pirate.” I mock. He brings his bottle forward for cheers. I clink it with his. I lift mine to my lips but I don’t drink it.
• Instead, I watch through the corner of my eye as he gulps the contents down his Adam’s apple.
• I was so going to get rid of all these bottles of rum when he was fully drunk.
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