Stranded

Chapter 35: Probabilities

[Note: Luke is Juan, Calum is Dee, Ashton is Rex and Michael is Sean.]

Lea's POV

I eventually grew dizzy as I watched our captors pace back and forth in front of us. Groaning, I sat erect on the lounger I was seated on, trying to avoid the scorching rays of the sun. Seriously,  I do not have any plans of getting a tan for the summer.  I am contented with my skin color and I will wear it proudly for the rest of my life.

The four young lads seemed not to have a definite plan. Apart from claiming our cruise ship as theirs, they haven't really done anything major. In fact, they have been guarding our harmless selves for about an hour and a half now. It is annoying. They're wasting my precious time.

It was almost noon and we haven't really eaten a decent breakfast. The only food I took in were two strips of bacon and a glass of orange juice. My pet anacondas dwelling inside my stomach are now starting to get wild, searching for food, making unpleasant sounds. Pretty soon,  I my pets weren't the only ones complaining. Niall started bugging Liz, asking her to help him find a way to get food for himself and for us as well.

Juan, Dee, Rex and Sean felt hunger a few minutes later, probably since they lost all their energies because of walking here and there. Deciding to act like Nazis is stupid and rather tiring.

Believe me. I tried guarding Angel like that once. After three hours of banning her from the kitchen and guarding her faithfully like a true English knight, my feet grew weary. Also, she fell asleep. I figured out I would've been successful in keeping her inside her room all the same even if I just sat there the whole time.

Personally, I thought they would split up, leaving two of them behind and sending the other two to get food for themselves. They were very cautious, not even taking their eyes off us, that I felt hopeless. I have this strong feeling that we'll never get to eat. I think Niall knows it, too, seeing his hunger-stricken face.

Even if they left us to ourselves, we surely wouldn't be able to run away. I don't think we have the guts to do so. The uncertainty about what lies beyond our sights hinders us to. Our fear makes it hard for us to leave this cursed ship. Now I know what the Augustus guy was talking about. Oblivion sucks damn hard.

"I'm hungry." Dee announced, clutching his stomach at the same time in grieve hunger. "But I'm too lazy to cook."

His posse nodded in agreement with him. Crossing my fingers, I wished that they would let us eat even in return for cooking for them. Even though I kill every single flavor in everything I cook and end up with an overcooked or burnt meal, I'd still do my best just to be able to have some food to be shoved into my system. Heck, I could even pretend to know how to cook! Or maybe I could bake! That's the only thing I am good at besides brewing coffee.

"We could cook for you." I covered my mouth with both my hands as soon as I blurted out those words. Since when did I become Angel? I never was the kind of girl whose thoughts easily slip off her mouth. Mentally slapping myself, I waited for the laughter I was expecting to get from our guards.

"That's a brilliant idea!" The punk wannabe, Sean, clapped. All of a sudden, I became proud of my mistake. Talk about mood swings...

They let us 'free', although we weren't exactly restrained, then followed us down to the kitchen, as we took the lead, Erin giving them a quick tour although she sounds really terrified. They seemed to be fond of her, most especially Luke. He treats her better than he treats the rest of us.