In which Delilah Weaver tags along on a trip to a mysterious island in the Pacific with her Aunt Mason, where she meets a young soldier named Reg Slivko, and a giant 316,000 pound gorilla named Kong.
Started: March 2017
Status: Ongoing
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DELILAH
This morning when I woke for our flight to somewhere in the pacific I was surprisingly not tired at all – a bit surprising for someone who never wakes up at 4:00 am to catch a flight and actually go somewhere.
The sky over the ocean was still pitch black when we took off, and being someone who's afraid of heights – yes, I was scared. However, I shrugged my fear off as best I could before Mason could change her mind about bringing me along and send me home. Luckily I fell asleep and caught some more Z's.
I figure the next few days are gonna be rough ones.
(lol she has no idea 😂)
Mason woke me from my slumber just as the sunrise began to peak through the clouds above the horizon. She has an eye for beautiful things. Sad things, too, funny, important. I believe that her pictures can change the world, just like she does. That sounds really sappy, but it's true – I look up to her a lot. Not many young, single aunts would be willing to take in their missing brother's orphaned teenage daughter – especially because of the teenager part.
Anyways, we landed about an hour ago, and now Mason and I are trying to find our way to our ship. Military customs aren't exactly welcoming, especially to females without a uniform or a nurses apron. In addition to that, the streets of Bangkok at night aren't exactly what I'd call calm. Or roomy. They are cramped– swarming, more rather, with people of all sorts. We finally found Pier 14, where we were told to go.
I follow Mason around the dock while she tries to figure out how to get us on the ship, Athena. She talks to all the soldiers and captains trying to convince them she's Mason Weaver, the female* photographer. Meanwhile, I tune out the words and just listen to the voices, the sounds. The waves lap against the dock and the side of the ship and birds squawk all around.
*there are some major sexist sons of b*tches in this world
We meet the head scientist who's organized the whole expedition – Bill Randa. Normally I don't like to judge people, but in addition to being surprised Mason's the photographer, he seems a litt- quite cracked.
"Who's this?" he asks, pointing to me.
"This is my niece, Delilah. She's my assistant. She'll be helping me with carrying film and camera materials, chemicals for print developments, and the likes."
"Hi," I say. "Nice to meet you." I offer my hand for a shake but he doesn't take it.
Randa ignores me, just glares a little, oddly. Awkwardly, I slowly retract my hand from the air between us.
