~The Sea Flier, Chapter Two~
Peter's legs cramped from being inside the chest for so long. He didn't know how long he was in there, but it felt like he had lived in there for a year. His neck had a pain right down the middle and his eyes were still adjusting. His stomach had a mix of throw up and butterflies in it, which probably sucked for the butterflies because he could tell this puke was no bueno.
Oh, I know a small bit of Spanish! Peter thought and immediately regretted. This was no time for joking. His brain was so scattered at the moment, it took him quite a while to realize the boys were staring at him again. This time, there were many more. They must have collected when he was zoned out. He heard the phrase "beanie" over and over in little whispers and he wasn't exactly sure what they meant.
He looked around at his surroundings. Behind him was the sea. It looked so vast and could not sea anything for as far as he looked. In front of him, though, was an island. He saw farms and small buildings and walkways. He saw small mountains and lots and lots of boys. Some were playing volleyball, some were farming, some were building and the rest looked like they all had something very important to do. He looked up, and to his amazement, he stood in a giant gateway. The top was about 70 feet high, if he were to guess and the wall continued around the whole civilized area. The wall was made of... sand. It was a giant sand wall. At the same time, it looked very fortified and strong. At the top of the wall were boys with... cannons, he thought.
He looked back at the group of boys just in time to hear one say, "Look at the Beanie. He's gonna hurt himself checking things out." Several boys laughed.
"Shut your face, James," a higher and more clear voice answered.
Peter tried to make out who the voices were coming from. In the front circle, he saw a tall boy with curly black hair. He had his arms crossed as if to try to show off his nonexistent muscles. Another stood with eyes up and wandering. He too had curly hair, but it was a lighter color. He looked a little younger, and Peter was sure his weight helped him sleep a little warmer at night. The last one that he examined before being interrupted again was an interesting one. He looked about 16 years old. He had a tough look on his face and also had his arms crossed. He looked stronger and more intimidating, but also a little more welcoming. His hair was blonde and straight and went into his eyes. Occasionally out of the corner of his eyes, Peter saw him flip his hair.
"You can talk, can't you?" the nicer voice said. He was tall and he had glasses. His hair was very short and he looked very uncoordinated.
"Where am I?" Peter asked. He could tell by hearing his own voice that he hadn't talked for quite a while. It had a hint of confidence in it, which surprised him because of how terrified he was at the moment.
There was an uproar of answers. He heard words such as hell, nowhere good, your nightmares, and so on. There were so many questions flying around. They all seemed aimed at the tall one with glasses. He heard so many words that he had never heard before. Or at least not in the right context at all. Dingus, mud-face, beanie... What do these mean? He heard so much talking but could not understand any of it. It was just a discord of voices. He held his head and the tall boy yelled, "Silence!"
"Names Nibs," he said with his hand reached out. "You'll know everything we know in a matter of time. Our history, why we're here, just kidding. There's not too much to know. Just what we do. We'll give you a tour tomorrow, but until then... don't do anything stupid."
Peter put his arm forward and shook the kid's hand. He was too tired to think a lot. He knew that questions would do no good on this crowd and he would figure out what he needed to know tomorrow. He walked into the crowd and they parted for him and down the path he went. Nibs was behind him.
"We all went through exactly what you did, so you aren't different or anything. Don't worry."
"Yeah, 'cept Nibs and I were in there with 28 other dingi," said a voice that Peter hadn't heard yet. He stopped and looked behind him and there was a shorter one with blond hair that was combed up. He looked as if he was very proud of his hair because he kept fixing it every few minutes.
"I'm Slightly. Nice to meet you," he said.
Peter knew that these two were somewhat in charge. Just by the way that they spoke and the way they communicated, he knew there was something different. Slightly was nice in a sarcastic kind of way.
"If Nibs didn't tell you, this is Forever Land. Where we sleep 'n eat 'n work 'n live. Thats all I've gotta say about that," Slightly said.
Peter had so many questions in his head, but decided to save them for later. He didn't quite trust people yet, and he needed to learn more information from things other than their talking.
"You're either really stupid or really smart for not asking any questions, Beanie," Nibs said. This made Peter a little unsure, but he decided to take it as the smart part.
"New kids come every thirty days and they can't shut up in their fear and they never understand that they will die quick and easy if they knew everything we did right off the bat. The only way is by experience and I have a feeling that you'll be learnin' stuff soon." Nibs sounded frustrated, but relaxed at the same time.
"Si Señor," Slightly answered. Nibs started walking toward a small wooden building and Slightly led him to a smaller boy. He had seen him before- at the crowd. It was the small, chubby boy with the curly hair.
"This here is Curly, he'll be your Lost Boy for a teacher. He's a sweet little dingus. Take care o him." Slightly walked off too, leaving him alone with Curly. Together they walked silently to two hammocks and Curly climbed into one and fell asleep instantly. Peter did what anyone else would do and climbed into the other hammock. Before he fell asleep, he thought so many things. Why am I here? Where is it? How did I get here? Who are these people? Am I dead?
Oh, I know a small bit of Spanish! Peter thought and immediately regretted. This was no time for joking. His brain was so scattered at the moment, it took him quite a while to realize the boys were staring at him again. This time, there were many more. They must have collected when he was zoned out. He heard the phrase "beanie" over and over in little whispers and he wasn't exactly sure what they meant.
He looked around at his surroundings. Behind him was the sea. It looked so vast and could not sea anything for as far as he looked. In front of him, though, was an island. He saw farms and small buildings and walkways. He saw small mountains and lots and lots of boys. Some were playing volleyball, some were farming, some were building and the rest looked like they all had something very important to do. He looked up, and to his amazement, he stood in a giant gateway. The top was about 70 feet high, if he were to guess and the wall continued around the whole civilized area. The wall was made of... sand. It was a giant sand wall. At the same time, it looked very fortified and strong. At the top of the wall were boys with... cannons, he thought.
He looked back at the group of boys just in time to hear one say, "Look at the Beanie. He's gonna hurt himself checking things out." Several boys laughed.
"Shut your face, James," a higher and more clear voice answered.
Peter tried to make out who the voices were coming from. In the front circle, he saw a tall boy with curly black hair. He had his arms crossed as if to try to show off his nonexistent muscles. Another stood with eyes up and wandering. He too had curly hair, but it was a lighter color. He looked a little younger, and Peter was sure his weight helped him sleep a little warmer at night. The last one that he examined before being interrupted again was an interesting one. He looked about 16 years old. He had a tough look on his face and also had his arms crossed. He looked stronger and more intimidating, but also a little more welcoming. His hair was blonde and straight and went into his eyes. Occasionally out of the corner of his eyes, Peter saw him flip his hair.
"You can talk, can't you?" the nicer voice said. He was tall and he had glasses. His hair was very short and he looked very uncoordinated.
"Where am I?" Peter asked. He could tell by hearing his own voice that he hadn't talked for quite a while. It had a hint of confidence in it, which surprised him because of how terrified he was at the moment.
There was an uproar of answers. He heard words such as hell, nowhere good, your nightmares, and so on. There were so many questions flying around. They all seemed aimed at the tall one with glasses. He heard so many words that he had never heard before. Or at least not in the right context at all. Dingus, mud-face, beanie... What do these mean? He heard so much talking but could not understand any of it. It was just a discord of voices. He held his head and the tall boy yelled, "Silence!"
"Names Nibs," he said with his hand reached out. "You'll know everything we know in a matter of time. Our history, why we're here, just kidding. There's not too much to know. Just what we do. We'll give you a tour tomorrow, but until then... don't do anything stupid."
Peter put his arm forward and shook the kid's hand. He was too tired to think a lot. He knew that questions would do no good on this crowd and he would figure out what he needed to know tomorrow. He walked into the crowd and they parted for him and down the path he went. Nibs was behind him.
"We all went through exactly what you did, so you aren't different or anything. Don't worry."
"Yeah, 'cept Nibs and I were in there with 28 other dingi," said a voice that Peter hadn't heard yet. He stopped and looked behind him and there was a shorter one with blond hair that was combed up. He looked as if he was very proud of his hair because he kept fixing it every few minutes.
"I'm Slightly. Nice to meet you," he said.
Peter knew that these two were somewhat in charge. Just by the way that they spoke and the way they communicated, he knew there was something different. Slightly was nice in a sarcastic kind of way.
"If Nibs didn't tell you, this is Forever Land. Where we sleep 'n eat 'n work 'n live. Thats all I've gotta say about that," Slightly said.
Peter had so many questions in his head, but decided to save them for later. He didn't quite trust people yet, and he needed to learn more information from things other than their talking.
"You're either really stupid or really smart for not asking any questions, Beanie," Nibs said. This made Peter a little unsure, but he decided to take it as the smart part.
"New kids come every thirty days and they can't shut up in their fear and they never understand that they will die quick and easy if they knew everything we did right off the bat. The only way is by experience and I have a feeling that you'll be learnin' stuff soon." Nibs sounded frustrated, but relaxed at the same time.
"Si Señor," Slightly answered. Nibs started walking toward a small wooden building and Slightly led him to a smaller boy. He had seen him before- at the crowd. It was the small, chubby boy with the curly hair.
"This here is Curly, he'll be your Lost Boy for a teacher. He's a sweet little dingus. Take care o him." Slightly walked off too, leaving him alone with Curly. Together they walked silently to two hammocks and Curly climbed into one and fell asleep instantly. Peter did what anyone else would do and climbed into the other hammock. Before he fell asleep, he thought so many things. Why am I here? Where is it? How did I get here? Who are these people? Am I dead?
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