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Wonderful World - Tony Jackson

The next day was beautiful. So beautiful in fact it was hard to imagine that the past couple of days had had such perfectly horrendous whether. Everyone's spirits where lifted and the sound of Madelyn singing, the Mars Agro song that Dante had played the day before, carried though Guinevere letting George know early on that even John must have been feeling better.

The day was the type that you would be stupid not to take advantage of and Clerk knew it, convincing Ezra that it was the perfect day to get food and water.

Come the early afternoon they where anchored offshore of a small town. Usually they didn't anchor until it was almost dark but supplies had been running low and the town was the prefect place to stock up.

Ezra, Clerk and Emile took the dingy to dispose of their garbage and stop by any supermarket they could find. George took that time to go for a swim. A proper swim, rather then a pop in the water to wash his hair or shave. How could he not when the water was a beautiful colour and clear enough to see the ground from the deck?

There had been a few scuba masks in the boat when George got there so he grabbed one of them and jumped in. It was amazing. Cool, clear and oh so much like the place in Croatia he'd once gone with his grandfather. There wasn't much coral or exotic marine life, but the sea floor was covered, as far as George could see in white sand and small patches of seaweed. The perfect ingredients for the most inviting shade of blue. To top it off, the water wasn't much deeper then six meters, a depth he could easily overcome.

"Dante." George called after having had picked up a shell from the ocean ground. It was surrounded by sea urchins but he'd been really carful and managed to avoid them all. "I brought you something."

"Oh!" Dante beamed. "Where'd you find it?"

"It was just there." He pointed down. "You should come in. The water's nice." And Dante did, making a big song and dance about how nice the cool water felt in contrast with the warm sun and how the people of the nearby town must be thankful every day for living in such a paradise. Soon everyone was in the water (other then the one person who's turn it was to broadcast their liberal thoughts to the world), either with scuba masks on their faces or jumping from on top of the deck railing.

Marta made a point of being able to dunk Madelyn. And John. And George and even Ludwik.

"That's not fair." Ludwik protested. "You distracted me with your boobs."

"Ho-ho. Don't let Emile hear you say that." Heth teased.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh please. You're worse then George."

"No one is worse then George." Calvin laughed and George couldn't help but splash him, which resulted in Calvin somehow swallowing a whole lot of water and Heth fussing over him while he coughed.

"He'll be fine." Dante laughed. "Choking on water is part of the fun."

"Have you been drinking sea water!?" Heth was hysteric. "The ocean is a universal toilet, Dante. You could get sick." Everyone had a good giggle at that. Well, everyone except Heth who had, of course, been completely serious.

It was, in George's book, a good afternoon. Ludwik got a sunburn, Heth scolded him over it, Nina took some time to apply the aloe vera gel, she'd remembered to bring, on everyones sun kissed backs, Dante found a way to make a necklace out of the shell George had given him, and George, with the help of Marta, managed to find three more.

"You should give one to Ezra." Marta suggested as she sat with Ludwik and George on the bow of Guinevere.

"Right. Because I want him to know just how stupid I am for him." George rolled his eyes.