Chapter 35: "The Milky Way"

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The wind keeps blowing so hard, that it made the compass go crazy. Michael is running out of patience and he's trying so hard to not lose hope.

-C'mon! Please show us where's our way home!- He shouted at the compass on his hand.

As the wind blows slowly, the arrow begins to slow down too.

The arrow points to the west.

-Phew. I hope this is the right way...- He sighed of relief.

He rows the boat again, and I'm still asleep.

A half an hour later, Michael's stomach begins to growl.

-Ah damn! I'm starving! Let's see what we have here.- He said while he touched his stomach.

He checks the basket and sees that there's barely enough food to eat.

The fresh seafood ran out, and only a few fruits left. He felt disappointed.

-No

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-No... I don't want us to get weak on our way home. We need food to gain more energy to hold for the trip!- He said to himself.

Michael had no choice but use his hunting skills to find some fresh fish on the river.

He grabs his spear, stands near the edge of the boat and starts to search for fish on the water.

He could barely see anything. It's hard to find something to eat!

His stomach growls again. Michael is getting frustrated.

-Jesus! We need food! But how?!- He gets very impatient. He doesn't want any of us to starve.

Michael sits down and holds his breath for a second. He begins to focus and handle his impatience. He needs to find a way how to get food.

Then, he got a spark on his mind.

-Wait... that's it!- He opens his eyes and snaps his fingers with enthusiasm -I'm an animal whisperer! I know how to fix this!-

Michael crouched at the edge of the boat, and begins to do crocodile noises.

He remembered those noises when he owned crocodiles before, so imitating them would track them and communicate with them.







His noises called the crocodiles from miles away. The same crocodiles we passed by from the fog.

Michael must use them to help us get some free fish... if there's any, or anything that swims in the river.

 if there's any, or anything that swims in the river

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