Fly away, Jackaboy

Chapter 7

Isabella looked very familiar. Sean couldn't grasp what , who, or why.
"Okay. So. We're going to your house, right?" she said, after they'd left the hospital.
"Yes." Sean said, still feeling a Little woozy from the 'cure.'

"waithowdoyouknowwhereilive" Sean Sputtered.

"I guess the medicine is making you a little 'out-of-it'." Isabella laughed

"butseriouslyhowddaknowwhereilive"

"I cannot tell you now. But, i promise, I will get you home, and home safely." She smiled, and motioned forward to  get going.

"So, where are we?" Sean turned to Isabella.

"An island just off Washington. You can't see it from the maps, that's why its a military base."

"Just off Maine? So we have to, like, swim?"

"Yeah, but it's only like thirty-some miles."

"THIRTY-some? That's a lot-"

"I've swam a 100-mile sea, with raging sharks and water-so-cold-almost-frozen. I think you can handle some shallow lakes that are at least eighty degrees."

"B..but I'm not even a good swimmer.."

"Time to learn, if you ever want to see your precious girlfriend ever again." She evilly smiled, And placed a daring hand on her hip.

Sean stomped his foot, but continued along the 'trail' anyways.

It wasn't much of a trail, for the path was made of Slimy leaves and broken twigs, with huge, tangled trees looming above them.

"How much longer 'till we get to the lakes?" Sean groaned.

"Three miles. I think you can handle it." She replied.

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Sean and Isabella walked until they saw a clearing in the woods. A beautiful, blue lake stretched out in the opening, and dark-green trees fell in  place all around it.

"Hey, look!" Isabella pointed to a canoe and ores, which had been lying there, looking brand new.

"So? Is that even any better?" Sean grumbled.

"Trust me, Skip. it's fun."

"Don't call me 'Skip.' And is it seriously worth it?"

"It'll be fun. I promise." Isabella said.

"Okay. Sean sighed. There was no point in arguing with a girl.

"So," she hopped in, "row like this."

She  moved the ore.

swish swoosh.

Sean, climbed in, and they paddled for about six miles, before  A man, about Sean's age, was with five other guys, Yelled "Hey Hansen!"

Isabella grumbled. "That's my last name. And that's my ex."

It all made sense now.

Isabella Hansen.

Signe Hansen.

They looked a lot alike.

Same age. Same nose. Same