The Daughter Of The Sea God

Butthead and Pooface

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"Be a little slower why don't you?" I sigh.

"You're, one... to talk. I've been. Carrying. You. For an hour now. " John pants.

"Yeah, and you've been moving at the speed of a snail this whole time."

John ignores me. "Jason. When is it your turn?"

"You wanna switch already man?" Jason grins.

"I was kidding." John snaps.

I sigh, secretly smiling. Because of my injured knee, I have been reduced to the point that I nearly black out every time I put pressure on it. So for the past three, four hours, they've taken turns carrying me. When my knee really hurts, they have to actually carry me in their arms. This is when it gets too awkward for me and I go to sleep. Which makes me feel guilty, but its better than anything else. What also makes it awkward is that they're both shirtless. Though I can understand why. Even though I haven't been doing anything, it's still hot enough for me to want to strip naked. Occasionally I create little rainstorms to keep us cool, but I mostly have to save my energy for when they need water.

"How about we take another break? I can feel your arms going saggy." I suggest.

This makes John scowl. "I'm not tired."

I laugh. I expected him to say that. He and Jason have this private competition of who can carry me the longest. They've never actually said anything about it but I can tell by the way they absolutely refuse to switch unless one of them feels like they're arms are dropping off. So far, Jason's winning. John's about to beat him which is obviously why he won't stop.

"Johnny". I say sweetly, and a little mockingly. "I don't care which one of you can carry me the longest. You both have nice abs, but you've been carrying me for over an hour. I'm getting tired too. So lets sit down and you guys can have a drink."

John grunts and totally ignores me. I sigh. This is getting ridiculous. And I wasn't lying when I said I was getting tired. I want some water. If I go too long without, I could shrivel up like a mummy. Which is why I'm so scared we still haven't found civilization. The water I'm producing is water I'm using my life source to make. John and Jason benefit from it, but it makes me weaker.

"Okay John, you've carried me for an hour now. Let's take a break."

"How long did Jason go?"

I groan. "Who the hell cares about how long Jason can go? Most ladies like kind gentlemen who will sit them down when they request over pigheaded idiots who ignore them just to look tough."

John sighs. "Fine."

And he finally sets me down. Jason sits down beside me and traces patterns in the sand. John sits on the other side. They both don't say anything-a first-which is nice, but kinda creepy. I'm used to their squabbling and loud complaints now.

"So then, you guys thirsty?"

"I'm nervous." Jason suddenly declares.

I look nervously at John. What's that supposed to mean? I mean, they didn't make this whole story up so they could drag me into their camp and kill me? John doesn't look up. I think he might've passed out. He'd been really dehydrated, and I was worried that he'd gotten a heat stroke. Thanks to his lovely compass, we'd walked out of the dewy pastures and into a hot desert. I start a light rain.

"Why?" I ask Jason.

He fiddles with his fingers for a second. "What-what if they're mad? When we come home? What if they don't want us anymore?"