I swallowed convulsively, as he abruptly moved off into the jungle staying low and looking very much as if he knew what he was doing.
What about the others?
If there was danger we couldn't just leave them un-alerted to it could we?
Shouts rang out from the beach and I popped my head up ever so slightly to look towards the sound of the commotion. I'd expected to see some version of a monster ripping into those gathered about the fire, and I was surprised to see otherwise.
My hand flew to my mouth in shock as I watched the former Army Captain's head lopped off by the downward swing of a cutlass.
Pirates!
Oh God!
I scuttled backward into the jungle vegetation, until I thought it was safe to get to my feet. I ran in a panic to catch up with wherever Colt had gotten off too. I didn't want to be alone out here.
My bare foot landed on a rock and I tumbled into the undergrowth with a cry of pain. There was no time for pain though and I got back up to my feet and gingerly took a step forward. I grimaced, but the pain was manageable and I took another step.
Somewhere between the plane and the beach I had lost my flats. What I wouldn't give for some form of shoe wear right now. The only shoes I knew of in existence though right now where the sandals in my bag and the last time I'd seen my bag it had been slung over Colt's shoulder as he had headed off into the jungle.
I was a good distance from the beach now and the sounds of chaos taking place there couldn't be heard any longer. I was alone in the jungle. As a girl I had run free in a jungle remarkably similar to this one, but that had been a long time ago and a lot had changed since then.
I was used to getting my caramel latte and idly strolling down a hard paved street to get to work situated in a high-rise among the many in the city. I had been born into this environment, but it was now alien to me and there were pirates here, who even now might be following my trail.
Something rustled in the brush off to my right and I sucked in my breath in fright. My heart was going a million beats a second at the unknown.
The brush moved again and on a panicked note I called out, "Colt?"
The rustling stopped and then there was movement towards me. It wasn't Colt. Instead it was some version of a tiger sized leopard that I doubted still existed on the surface of the planet.