Preview · 4:21am Sep 13th, 2014
Between moving, school, work and living alone, I haven't done as much writing lately as I would have liked. Things are settling down again, but I'm still trying to figure out a good schedule.
Now here's a preview of Chapter 22. I'm so close to finishing it. It's going to be great.
Scootaloo was woken by a hoof poking her back. She raised her head and peered over the side of her hammock. Compass Rose was looking at her expectantly with a half-shaded lantern hanging from his mouth, and though it was the wee hours of morning his ears were standing straight up.
“Come to the radio room,” he whispered excitedly. “Don’t bother with the suit. Just come quickly.”
He helped Scootaloo out of bed and made her go in front of him so he could light the way. At all hours of day the deck rolled and heaved; she was used to it by now, and it no longer made her stumble. A half-moon floated in the southern sky, and the stars were brighter than Scootaloo had ever seen. Compass Rose ushered her into the cramped radio room and closed the door behind him. The lantern he returned to its hook, and he lifted Scootaloo onto one of the two ancient stools in front of the monstrous buzzing radio.
“Coast Guard, Coast Guard, Coast Guard,” Compass Rose hailed in a clear, loud voice. With his hoof he depressed the big red button in the middle of the console. “This is Swift. Verify previous message. Over.”
For a second there was only static. Then a male voice, distorted but still recognizable, began to speak.
“Swift, this is Dust transmitting from Camp Nowhere. Please notify passenger Scootaloo immediately. Over.”
“D… dad?” Scootaloo whispered through her hooves.
Woooo...
