where the water meets the moon | e.d.

five

addison

"wakey, wakey this ship is ready from stem to stern!"  an overbearingly joyful voice yells, knocking harshly at the three doors that keep us all contained in very close quarters.

turns out, ethan sleep talks and evan has to get up and pee every two hours. the walls are very thin.

i groan and try to ignore the beam of light aimed directly at my face from the small, small window at the top of my wall. i hear some shuffling out in the hall and evan mumble something to ethan.

then my door swings open— hardly, since there's not much room for it to— and i'm faced with a grinning evan, and a scowling ethan still crowding the doorway.

his eyes looks half closed, and his dark hair is flopped onto his forehead. i probably look just as rough, but evan's face is glowing as he tugs on my arms and pulls me to sit upright.

"come on. i heard avery say something about bacon and eggs. get up," he urges encouragingly, but i'm still limp and tired.

the boat rocked all night long, and it was not comforting in the slightest. i thought it might be but i was totally wrong.

i sigh and swing my legs over the side of the small bed and follow both of them out to the living area where captain avery is whistling and flipping a skillet of eggs on a small stove that looks battery operated.

"top of the morning, take a seat," he says, motioning to the built-in table that leans against the west wall.

still tired, ethan slides in, then me, then evan.

i suddenly turn to the broody brunette. "you sleep talk."

he nods with an unphased expression. "i know. sorry."

"i heard it too," evan chimes in. "you were mumbling something about rocks...? and sticks?"

and boom— ethan's laughing.

evan made him laugh.
why can't i do that?

i join in on the noise until a couple of paper plates are pushed in front of us, showcasing greasy bacon and lumpy eggs.

"bon appetite, gentlemen... and addison" avery quickly recovers.

and it dawns on me that i'm the only girl on this boat. great.

"you can just call me addy," i shrug and grab a plastic fork from the middle of the table, where a cup of them resides.

"addy?" ethan questions with a raised eyebrow.

"yeah," i offer. "if you want."

"no thanks."

how am i supposed to respond to that?
seriously, this kid gives me nothing to work with.

"well okay then," i mumble and begin with my breakfast.

it's not horrible, just what i expected for food cooked at sea.

"does this count as seafood then?" evan asks the question i was pondering in my brain.

"i think so," ethan mutters, taking a bit of bacon. "i mean, let's say a lobster climbed on deck and started cooking us bacon, is that seafood cooking seafood? or is it seafood cooking landfood?"