Crab

Chapter 11- Goodbye home

Luis

We've been in this little forest for almost, almost forever, and Trist wouldn't wake up.

"Wake up Trist," I gently shook shoulder, conscious if he would attack me.
He slowly turned around saying, "No...we have time, it's there for us!"
"Wake up!" He ignored me. "Cah-caw!"

"What the hell!-" He sat up, with a frightened face.

"There aren't any seagulls, besides they don't make that noise," I told him.
He ignored me again, and stood up, taking his jacket off.

"It's really hot in here, thought it would be cold," And he walked off, leading the way.

"And I'm here for?-"
"Following, you are my eyes, I am your guide,"
"That's a cool phrase..." I mumbled.
"Indeed,"

-
Not Luis

The angels were saying don't do it.
He was saying do it, Matai, the crab, went.
He went. Yes he did.

Don't listen to animals.
Not even insects, or crabs, the angels thought.
-

Luis

After an hour of walking, we arrived. Or almost.

"Woah," Trist said, examining the wooden floor.

"Hey, Trist, c'mon," I nudged his shoulder and went off, noticing the damp floor. It was weird to see a forest and then this, but I think it was cleared out to make it.

But I turned those thoughts away, seeing a pit of black between the gaps of the floor. I saw some white, but I don't know what it was. My previous thought was that an ocean or water was beneath us, but how?

I then saw the end of something. It was like a tramway, but very small and less modern. It wasn't closed, it was open, and it had wooden plank for us to stand on. A lot of crates and boxes were on it.

A green tarpaulin was over the stationary ropes, that were thin.
It kept moving around, side to side, almost skittish.

And from afar, we're mountains, with some...snow on them.

"Snow..." I whispered.
"You think he could've fell here? I mean- this is absurd. Let's just go back! It so easy. Why would anyone go there?"
"Let's go," I said, hesitating. It would fit us both, and our weight, so it was a good idea.
"Why? Just for a crab, and let me add this, a crab that will die younger than us, so far,"
"I...I don't understand why? What? I thought you liked hi-him?"
I didn't get it. He was so friendly around Matai.
"Well yeah, but not so attached that I'll fly onto that," He pointed to it, "And get myself killed!"
"Dude, I-"
I paused, rocking on my heels.
"I'm going anyway, I don't care if I die,"
"Of course you don't," He turned back, walking away into the forest again.

"Whatever," I murmured.
I was a bit worried, seeing as he could save me. I have gained a little hope in life, but now, its
lowered. I do have a choice. Right now.

I stopped rocking on my heels and swept away from my spot, moving closer to the aerial thing.

Once I was on the edge of the wooden floor, I looked down. It was bright with snow, and then lead down to an eventually...black hole, where'd I die and my body would rot. Not looking down anymore, I look ahead. Two strings held the aerial wooden crate thing, and it came closer. Once it moved to right next to me, I took my chance.

I took a big step and my foot was on it. It squeaked, but I didn't realise I was wasting time. It shook, to signal it was going to go back, but I was too late, unable to jump on it. It left, and I was going to be falling.

I missed, and I felt a turn in my stomach. But it stopped.

My axilla (arm pit) was held by someone.

Of course.

His hands were there.

He lifted me up, and was flung on the floor with me.

"Tristian?"
"Who...who is Tristian?" He said. I turned my head around, with the, not-Tristian hands wrapped around my waist.

I look to see Tristian. It's just him.

Chuckling, he whispered, "Just joking,"

Stopped.
We stopped.

"Yeah...yeah, let's...go together-" He said, standing up. I stood up with him, preparing myself.

I looked at him, "Yeah-yeah-" I said, staring at him while he stepped on it.

Rushing into reality, I joined him. It moved a lot, but we managed to at least stand on it.

"Woah..." He said, slowly crouching behind a crate.

Woah indeed. It was swinging around, making me feel dizzy, so I said nothing. I sat with him, looking up. The tarpaulin was like a protection.

"Where do you think we'll go? Somewhere without Mat? And it's getting cold, not what I truly wished for," He told me, putting his jacket and coat on. I saw that he had the bag with him.

"The bag? You got it?"
He nodded.
"Wait, why'd you come back?"
"I couldn't leave you. You cannot do this on your own,"
"Alright alright, I feel quite offended,"

We were quiet for the rest of the 'ride'. Every meter was colder, and I ended up sleeping for an hour in hail and rain, with Trist looking out for our destination.

Our stop actually.

When I woke up, Trist was still awake.
"Still awake?"
"Yep, and Luis, we aren't there yet," He said, seeing my desperation for an update.

I needed to take a rest, so I put my legs on a crate, while leaning on Trists shoulder.

"It's sprinkling,"
"Showering?"
"Just sprinkling,"
"Well, are you cold?"
"Not really,"
"Then we're good,"

I closed my eyes, feeling nauseous and weird.

It has happened a bit too quick, but we have
our bags and warmth.
I wanted to sleep in the cold, with the swinging
of the small open tramway.

"We'll find that damn crab," He said.

Smiling, I closed my eyes again.

I slept with a smile on my face.