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Johnny looked through the monocular as me and Gyro rode ahead, "Hey, you two, we're six hours from the starting point, and according to this map, we should be reaching the top about now."
I sighed in pleasure, oh thank Gods, "Then, as long as we've been heading in the right direction the entire time. That means, at the very worst, it should only be about another eighty kilometers before we can get our hands on fresh water!"
"Being a little dramatic there," joked Gyro, looking back to us.
"I just want to make sure we're on the right trail," Johnny's pale eyes looked around, "just to be on the safe side, because if we that way," he pointed somewhere off the distance, "there'll be no way we'll be able to ride over those mountains, right? According to this map..."
Johnny handed me the map, and after I took a glance at the map I nodded in agreement; compliment Johnny for keeping track on the trail. I handed the map to Gyro afterwards, to which he took hesitantly before looking over it.
I looked around us, only to hear the sound of paper moving around, and once I looked back at the long haired male, I saw him turning the map in many different type of directions before he gave it to Johnny.
"Yeah, it's fine! Everything's perfect! We're on the right trail, absolutely!" Then he let out a soft murmur, trying to go unheard
Both me and Johnny stayed silent for a minute, staring blankly at Gyro before we both screamed out, "EH?!"
"What did you say just now?!" Johnny snatched the map out of his hand.
I grabbed onto Gyro's arm, shacking it violently, "Hold on a second, would you?! Right then, it sounded like you muttered 'maybe'!"
"MAYBE?!"
Gyro got ahead of us, shouting back to us as he stared at the front, to the rocks ahead, "Don't worry about it! Of course we're going the right way! The weather balloon is following us, so that means we're following the map! Certainly..."
"What was that?" Johnny asked, pointing at Gyro accusingly, "'Certainly'?!
"It's eighty kilometers to the waterhole!" Johnny yelled" If we deter even a little bit from the route, we run the risk of death! What if we're trying to figure out whether or not you know anything about the desert! Get us?!"
Gyro panicked slightly as Johnny closed the gap between them; once again accusing Gyro, "That's what I've been saying, we're fine!—" "Bullshit," I murmured, but Gyro ignored me and went on, "we've got nothing to worry about in this place! More importantly, how are your 'revolutions' coming? That cork exercise I taught you about... Don't tell me you forgot—"
Then, a loud 'SWOOSH' entered the sound of our ears as we felt a light breeze pass us. I turned to look at Gyro and Johnny; as I knew whatever had passed right through came from between them.
