Castaways

28::Hannah and the Drama

November 8 6:49 AM

"Teenagers." A voiced scolded. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm not sure." A more masculine, baritone-like voice responded.

"When are you going to tell them?" The woman asked, sounding quieter then when she first spoke.

"I'm not."

"Henry--"

"What the?" Andrew interrupted, his voice muffled by the pillow.

Veronica, the old nurse, and Henry stood by the store staring at us in disgrace. I buried myself further under the blankets and jabbed Andrew with my elbow to wake him up.

He finally sat up and realized what was going on. "Shit," he muttered.

"Shit is right. You two are to sleep in different rooms, you know the rules. And you!" Henry said, glaring at me.

Feeling personally attacked, I was shocked I was the one getting reconciled.

"You're smarter than this! What the hell do you think you're doing! You're fifteen!"

"I'm seventeen," I snapped, "and you're not my father."

His face slackened but he remained angry. "Veronica, get these two some breakfast and new clothes. And a shower. They stink."

I rolled my eyes. Andrew found the entire situation to be humorous. Of course he would! Henry and Veronica began to leave when I called to them.

"Wait! Can we see Jerardo today?" I begged, wanting to see how he was doing.

"I'll send him by in an hour. He's busy doing things for me," Henry dismissed before he left with Veronica.

Andrew chuckled before falling back into the bed and hiding under the covers.

"That was--"

"Funny," he finalized for me.

I snorted. "I was going to say embarrassing. With their reaction you would've thought we were naked or something. All we did was sleep!"

Andrew grinned at me. "Imagine their reaction when we don't sleep."

I smacked his chest. "Andrew!"

He smirked. "Sorry, sorry."

I rolled my eyes. "Come one. I want to talk to Jerardo. I haven't seen the guy in a few days. I'm starting to miss his Hispanic influence."

"Please," Andrew scoffed, "I could do without the constant swearing in a foreign language and then having to find a dictionary to translate."

"I passed AP Spanish last year. I don't need a dictionary." I said, smirking at him.

"Whatever. I took French."

"How's that working out for you?" I asked him.

"Oui" He grunted.

I laughed. After getting dressed we headed out towards Henry's office, fully intent on seeing our long lost Mexican friend. Henry told us Jerardo was at the bottom of the ship managing the cannons. Andrew and I scoffed when he said cannons. Who even uses them nowadays? After asking, Henry told us this ship is as old as our great grandparents and was inherited, so the cannons don't work but they're the backup.

"Jerardo! Mi amigo!" Andrew shouted as soon as we walked into the old and stuffy room. My friend.

"Andrew! Hannah! It's been a while, ¿como estas?" Jerardo asked. How are you?