a bottle of ale for hope

curiosity starts to bite

When they reached the shore Sandara noticed Kris nestling more inside the jacket he wore.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

"Yes, yes, walk along, don't think of me that much," Kris said.

Not like Sandara thought they purchased clothes instead of food.

"Our stocks is depleteng and yet you buy me clothes," she pouted.''

"Food will come," Kris just said with a smile.

For dinner they opted to eat at the only restaurant on the island.

"Welcome, oh your, Hi-," the waiter starts to greet but Kris looked at him with venom in his eyes.

"Good evening, a table for two please?" Sandara asked.

During the meal everybody glances at their table.

"Am I missing something?" Sandara asked when Kris puts down his knife and fork and continue to gaze away.

"Missing on what?' Kris asked.

"Everybody is staring at us, oh my don't tell me you're," Dara gasped.

"I'm what?" Oh please you don't know me right?

"You're a celebrity!!!" Dara said.

Kris almost fell off his seat.

"Hahaha seriously Sandara, go ahead and finish your food," he smiled.

When they returned to the boat someone is waiting by the gangplank.

"Sir, a letter for you," the man says as he gave Kris stacks of envelopes.

"Thank you," He just responded and helped Sandara to the boat.

When they entered the kitchen it is again full of produce and everything else.

"How? Wh- when? Where?" Dara cannot put her finger unto her question.

"Don't ask, just be thankful for the food."

As they sail away fireworks from the island filled the dark sky.

"Shit," Kris said as he sped up the boat.

"What was that for?" Sandara said gripping the rails to keep her butt from kissing the floor.

"A signal, means I've been on that island," Kris said.

Sandara wants to pry the answers loose on Kris thoughts but with the way he is sailing right now she might end up swimming for the next island.

Dara decided to go back to her cabin for a while. The energy radiating around Kris is not healthy. By the time she woke up and went right back to the bridge, she saw Kris enjoying a bottle of ale.

"Hi," she greeted.

"I'm sorry," Kris mumbled to her.

"What for?" Dara asked as she open a bottle for herself.

"For acting weird and stupid a while back," Kris explained.

"It's alright, everybody has their own time of blowing up," Dara said chugging the ale.

"Ask your questions, I know your dying for some information," Kris finally said after a long silence.

"I- I don't have any," Dara lied. She won't push her luck that much. "Besides you didn't ask anything when you saw me trying to end my life," she said.

Kris sighed and looked at Dara swinging his seat to face her.

"Look, I want to know your story, Why did you trying to kill yourself?' Kris asked with a cringed forehead.

Dara took a long pull at her bottle. Kris opened another one and gave it to Dara.

"Are we getting drunk tonight?" She asked as she took the new one.

"It depends on the truth that we will blather," Kris said smiling.