Maia opened her eyes. She groaned immediately feeling a sharp flash of pain overcome her shoulder blades. She was in the boat wreckage. She rubbed her forehead and tried to remeber what happened. She remembered something about a bird? The memory came flooding back to her. She groaned. How could she have been so stupid? She just left the battle! Unconcious!!
She slowly stumbled out of the wreckage and into the light. She sheilded her eyes from the suns harmful rays. She looked toward the battleground expecting action still going on throughout the blood-stained terrain. Instead she saw bodies of both dead centipedes and pirates. She slowly made her way n the shadows. She may have been weak but she wasn't stupid. There might have been some kind of creature hiding.
Maia stifled a gasp as she saw what was going on beneath the cover of shadows and jungle leaves. The Captain was on his knees, drenched with blood. He slowly got up. She cursed herself for not being there for him. She held back tears. Perhaps she should wait. Perhaps they didn't need her. Perhaps the could manage. No. She gulped down the lump in her throat. She was swaying on her feet! How could she help? She slowly smiled. She had been taught one thing. Strength must bow t Wisdom.
"Aerodynamically the bumblebee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumblebee doesn't know that so it goes on flying anyway." ~Mary Kay Ash
5000th post 8/3/13