//------------------------------// // I'm On A Boat // Story: Silver // by BritRecon //------------------------------// I awoke from my fantastic sleep with a bolt. Pinkie was sleeping soundly next to me on another bed, so I assumed that whatever woke me up didn't wake her up. Picking my feet off the bed, I quietly slid off and walked to the upper deck. The boat was sleek and painted brown. I still felt like I was in a dream, but it was different this time. It was more, like, a bunch of hazy thoughts that clouded over my mind. I leant over the banister of the boat and peered over the edge. The water surprised me. It was surreal. Living in Boston, I've had my fair share of days on the beach, where I lazily sat and read classical novels while the crashing sounds of the waves soothed me. But this...this was different. The water was a light blue color that entranced me. It was clear as well, allowing me to witness the millions of fish flowing through the large ocean. I shook my head, attempting to think about something else. I shoved my hands in my pockets and was surprised to find my lighter. I'm not a smoker, but I always kept a lighter with me. It was a gift from my uncle before he passed away. I clicked it open, watching the flames flicker to life despite the winds that pushed its strong flame. Watching the flames of my lighter always excited me; it stired something inside me, even as it extinquished. "What are you doing?" I heard someone say. It was Pinkie. She was wearing a large, white t-shirt that covered her chest and went down to her thighs. It was hard to tell if she had anything on underneath her shirt, so I visibly blushed. "I'm, um, just playing with my lighter," I stammered. It sounded silly coming out of my mouth, like a child talking about his toy to an older, attractive girl. "Oh," she said. It was quiet for a couple of seconds; the first time it ever was when I was around Pinkie. "Why are you awake?" I asked after a couple more seconds. Normally, I would have been calm and collected, but I was always awkward around girls who were wearing little or no clothing. And Pinkie was undeniably pretty. "I couldn't sleep," she moaned, regaining some of her usual enthusiasm. "I had a nightmare." She grasped my arm and pulled me. "Come on, I need someone to protect me." I almost chuckled until I realized that she was being serious. "Pinkie, I'm nowhere near as strong as you." Pinkie could handle her own in any case. She shook her head and groaned again; her pink hair fell in front of her eyes after she shook her head. "I don't care. Please, Matt?" she begged. I know I didn't really know Pinkie, so I felt kind of weird about sleeping with her. I sighed heavily and nodded. She was still just a girl, and it looked liked she really wasn't thinking of this in the same way I was thinking it. She cheered happily and clutched my arm. "Yay!" We walked down to the lower deck where the beds were and laid down on her bed. Almost immediately, she clutched onto my arm and drifted off to sleep. Despite the awkwardness and me being as stiff as a board...wait, no, I meant my body not my...nevermind. Anyway, despite all that, it was nice. Pinkie's warmth kept me nice and content. Her rhymetic breathing soothed me as her minty breath collided with my shoulder. Soon, I found myself driting off to sleep. When I woke up, again, I felt Pinkie wrapped around me. I didn't want to wake her up, but I didn't want to lay in bed, either. I wiggled slightly but to no prevail. I huffed to myself and glanced at the girl beside me. Was she even wearing a bra? ... No, no, no. Control your thoughts. Anyway! I had learned many moves to get out of a sleeping girl's grip - thanks to Lucy - so I slid my arm under Pinkie and wrapped it around her back. I then rolled to my right to maneuver her over to the far side of the bed. Very carefully now, I slipped away and managed to get out of the bed. I walked up to the deck again, where the girl who greeted us - and who was most likely our captain - stood. She was wearing a sailor's outfit, decorated in several badges. I didn't take the chance to observe her earlier, so I took the oppurtunity now. She had brilliant orange eyes that glittered strongly in the light. I was taken aback by them and nearly took a step back. Her hair was amber with a mix of orange that shone like fire. "Morning, sir!" she greeted friendly. I nodded to her. "Morning, captain. Hey, I didn't actually catch your name. I'm Matt," I said. "The name's Spitfire, captain sailor under Princess Luna. Nice to meet you!" she said enthusiastically. "It's a pleasure," I said in return. "So sailor, huh? What's that like?" "It's a pain being on the sea, but it's much more fun when I take flight," she casually mentioned. Take flight? Was she a pilot, too? I guess it's okay to have more than one profession in this world. But still, I felt the need to ask. "...take flight?" "Yeah. All boats can fly." Is she kidding? Is it April fool's or something? Not that they have April fool's here. "Okay..." I mumbled, playing along with her silly joke. She shot me a curious glance. "Do you not believe me? You sure are under educated to not know that boats fly." Under educated? Uneducated. Unless she's implying that, while I've had education, it wasn't enough. Or was she uneducated herself and the fact that she could have possibly misused the phrase ironicly? Perhaps I'm over thinking it... "I'm not an experienced civilian, yes. I generally stay indoors. Do boats....actually fly?" I asked carefully. "Of course they do, sir. A boat will start in the water and slowly glide through the water for about 10 hours, and then it will gradually pick up its speed until flight is ready. After which, the boat will open up its wings and take flight. How else do you think we'd cross the 3,000 mile gap?" Wait, 3,000 mile gap? That's, like, the distance from...um, Boston to London? Jeez, really wish I'd paid attention in geography class. What was I doing that could have distracted me from the class? Oh yeah, that one chick who wore a thong everyday. A new color for every day of the week, heh... What was her name? Paula...Cara...fuck, who knows. No where near as hot as Pinkie, now that I think about it. "Sir?" Oh yeah, Spitfire said something. I hate the mornings; my thoughts are always so cluttered. I should really stop being distracted so easily. "Yeah, of course. So when is the..." I fumbled around for the word, "boatship taking flight?" "Actually," she paused to look at her watch, "right now." "Fantastic. Love flying..." I grumbled sarcastically. "I'll be in my cabin if you need me." Spitfire nodded to confirm that she heard me, and I walked back into the cabin where Pinkie was still curled up on the bed. "Wake up, Pinkie," I said. "The flying boat is taking off." God, don't think I'll ever say that again. Well, I will next time I'm flying on a boat, provided I live through this. "Whazzat?" she groaned softly. "Wake up, you lazy girl." She instantly jumped awake. "I'm not lazy," she complained. "Well I hope you're not; the boat is flying or whatever, so you're now my only means of entertainment." Entertainment...Heh, I wonder if I could get her to strip for me? God damn it, Matthew. Control yourself. Eighteen years old and acting like a preteen who just discovered tits, what would your father say? Good to know that you can't hold yourself back without thinking about the possibility of angering your father... "We could play a game," Pinkie suggested. I mused over her suggestion. It would be fun, yes. But I've never been a "game" type of guy. I suppose it couldn't hurt to try... "Alright, Pinkie," I said, "we'll play your game." The hyperactive girl cheered and began to bounce around eagerly. "Whaddya wanna play?" she asked me. Shrugging my shoulders, I said, "Your choice." "Let's play the question game!" I groaned softly, but agreed to play it with her nonetheless. "You go first," I said. "Okie dokie lokie! What's your favorite color?" "Green, and yours?" "Pink, duh! Seriously, silly, couldn't you tell my favorite color is pink? Oh, maybe you're colorblind! Wait, that doesn't make sense, 'cause you said your favorite color is green, which means you can see color. Or maybe-" "Pinkie!" I loudly said. "What?" she innocently asked me. "Just ask the question," I said with another groan. She blinked once, and then once more. "Oh yeah, the game!" ...how short was this girl's memory? She might be hot, but Pinkie is a handful! Kinda like Lucy, now that I think about it... "So do you have any family?" Pinkie asked me. "A father and a mother, that's it." I didn't mention my brothers, but that was more for personal reason. Oddly enough, she caught my lie. "You're lying," she said simply. I held back my urge to frown; if there was one thing that annoyed me, it was being caught in a lie. I could never play along with a lie; I would always stumble up and stutter. They were confusing, irritating, and a damn mess if you backtracked into one too many. I don't know if it was just me, but the atmosphere surrounding Pinkie and myself darkened. The girl had a light-hearted smile on, but there was something deep in her eyes. Shock? No, she was too aware to be surprised by a simple lie. I hadn't thought that earlier, yes. However, I now found myself wary of Pinkie. She wasn't just a girl, she was clever, cunning, and absolutely wise. In fact, I even felt slightly...intimidated by the girl with the bright pink hair. Her eyes - a light blue - scanned over me quickly. Eventually, I realized the awkward silence was surrounding the room at a rapid pace. "Yes," I admitted slowly. "I lied." "Why?" Her voice came out softly, like a whisper. My eyes steeled, as I've trained them to do when confronted about...my brothers. "It's not something I like to talk about." Usually, people say that when they want attention. When they want someone to talk to them about what troubles them. But it wasn't like that for me. Talking about my brothers was a taboo subject that always left me feeling absolutely miserable. Before Pinkie could respond, Spitfire burst into the room. "We've got a situation on the top deck!" she cried. "There are monsters everywhere!" Wow, it's certainly been a while. To be honest, I was working on this chapter for an entire month; it kinda wore me out. But I still am going to continue this, albeit at my own pace. Alright, read and review!