Evil Wayne: Serials
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#46I held Becky's hand for comfort as Captain Bob flew.That wasn't a bright idea. Bob's flying was about 99% short of perfect. The plane shuttered and twice I thought he had died at the controls. Only shattering the illusion by taking another swig of the bottle. Needless to say, I don't think I've ever completely gotten the circulation in my hand back. "Well, -HIC," Bob said. "Here we are, or there's your island -HIC- or something like that." I looked forward. A pretty, greenish island swam in the blue ocean. "Gonna land?" I asked. "Yu -HIC- yup," he said nodding like one of those bobbing animals you see in the back window of cars. Becky sat straight up, her green complex slightly containing a blue element. "We're landing?" I couldn't tell if she was relieved or terrified. Bob brought the plane down with several loud crunches that didn't sound at all healthy. #47The plane skipped on the water, only it more like ricocheted off the top."Whoa," Bob said as some warning lights came on. "What's wrong?" I said, Becky still holding my hand in her iron grip. "We just lost the port engine," he said calmly. "Can you fix it?" I asked as the plane slowed. "Sure -HIC-" he pulled back on the throttle and the engines sputtered out. The water pushed away from the plane and then back, rocking us to and fro. I looked back at Becky, she looked incredibly relieved. "We landed?" she sound sickly, but hopeful. "Yes," I said sweetly. Even though I could no longer feel my hand. "You up for a boat ride to the island?" "I don't know. I guess." Some color was returning. "How about it, Bob? Pull out the raft for us?" "HIC]- Sure I could.. JESUS CHRIST!" He shouted. "What? What?!?" We screamed checking the horizon for the enemy. "I spilt the last of my Jack! AHHHHHH!!!" #48After we had calmed Bob down, we got him to release the inflatable raft (also bright yellow) with a small ACME Surefire Outboard.It should have been named Sure-Back-Fire, because that's all it could do the entire trip. I threw the knapsacks in and a few other things from the back of Bob's plane,g then turned and lowered Becky into the boat. She had the same look she had climbing into the plane. Maybe she can only travel by train? "Are you sure you can get the engine fixed?" I asked Bob as I climbed into the boat. "HIC- No problem. I -HIC- I got another case of Jack in the -HIC- the back," he staggered as he said this and I thought for sure he was going to fall out of the plane. "No, no, no! The engine. Fix the engine," I shouted, but he had already closed the door. I untied the raft and we puttered towards the island. #49As we sped away from the plane, the engine coughed loudly every few seconds.I could tell it would make conversation impossible. Not that Becky looked up to talking, her brilliant colors of pale green and blue were returning. "We're approaching the obscured side, The Green Side, we call it," Becky said. "Like your face?" She gave me a wry look and turned over the side and vomited. The trip took about fifteen minutes and Becky puked twice more. As we came to the island, I jumped out and pulled the raft onto the beach. Becky, still leaning over the side groaned. "I don't think I have anything left to puke up." "Good, get out and help me unload the..." I was cut off by a deafening explosion followed by a roar. I looked up the top of the mountain seemed to be on fire. "A volcano?" Becky said blocking the sun with her hands. I looked closely, "No," I said. "One of your rockets, I do believe." #50"What are you talking about? What rockets?" Becky said climbing out of the raft. Her green tint was gone, but her face was so pale I thought there was no blood there.I looked at her funny. "How can you not know about the rockets? You were the one who told me where the launching pads were." "Well, I ... I mean," she was genuinely confused. "I mean, I knew there were launching pads, but I didn't think they were launching pads, you know?" I didn't. We donned the gear and set out through the jungle landscape in the direction the rocket had come from. "I mean, I didn't actually think that part of the plan was for real, you know? God! That means that..."23 She didn't get to finish. Rapid gunfire tore apart trees and vegetation around us. "FREEZE, YOU ARE SURROUNDED!" We were. About eight scantly clad babes with AK-47s were suddenly all around us. I sighed. Here we go again. 23. Okay, I'm not 100% sure what's going on here, and I've debated as to whether or not to correct this part. In #49 I ended with a rocket launch that Becky didn't seem to know anything about. I'm guessing that I wrote it and forgot what I was doing. It's also possible that I wrote it and decided not to change it because I wrote these things in pen. Regardless, there's no real reason why Becky would be confused about The Plan. I'm just covering up a mistake at this point and, as you can see, I've not bothered to correct it here. |
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