more parallel arc in the alterworld...
"Sure you know where we're going?" Michael asked Gam as he slightly altered the course on the map.
"Fairly well. The GPS is shot, but the compass is good, and the charts are pretty good, so we're right on our way to Australia... I think."
"You think?"
"Well, it's been awhile since I've been at sea, okay. The city has kept me pretty busy, between that and the village I help Grig with from time to time."
"Okay, okay... But we're good on fuel and everything, right?"
"Yes. This boat has a really big fuel tank. It's been altered, like just about everything else on this girl. Drug runners. The hold was chock full of heroin."
"I wondered why we unloaded all the hold onto the beach."
"Yeah, when the radio didn't work, I figured it was best that we don't sail into port with a hold full of junk."
"No shit Tom."
***
A few days later, and they saw land. A few kilometers out, they shot off the flare gun. Gam took Michael and Myers off to the side.
"Listen guys," he said, "When we reach land, I'm not going to be around anymore."
"What do you mean man?" Myers asked.
"Yeah, aren't you going to party with us?" Michael chimed in.
"Guys, I'd love to, but remember what I told you? This isn't my home. I have to find a way to get back there... And I can already feel myself starting to disconnect from this world. I'm not trying to tell you that I'm going to run off, I'm trying to tell you, I think I'll be off to another world..."
"Well," Michael began, "Good luck buddy."
"Yeah, and thanks for everything," Myers added.
***
And when the boat pulled into shore, our hero was no where to be found.
"Fairly well. The GPS is shot, but the compass is good, and the charts are pretty good, so we're right on our way to Australia... I think."
"You think?"
"Well, it's been awhile since I've been at sea, okay. The city has kept me pretty busy, between that and the village I help Grig with from time to time."
"Okay, okay... But we're good on fuel and everything, right?"
"Yes. This boat has a really big fuel tank. It's been altered, like just about everything else on this girl. Drug runners. The hold was chock full of heroin."
"I wondered why we unloaded all the hold onto the beach."
"Yeah, when the radio didn't work, I figured it was best that we don't sail into port with a hold full of junk."
"No shit Tom."
***
A few days later, and they saw land. A few kilometers out, they shot off the flare gun. Gam took Michael and Myers off to the side.
"Listen guys," he said, "When we reach land, I'm not going to be around anymore."
"What do you mean man?" Myers asked.
"Yeah, aren't you going to party with us?" Michael chimed in.
"Guys, I'd love to, but remember what I told you? This isn't my home. I have to find a way to get back there... And I can already feel myself starting to disconnect from this world. I'm not trying to tell you that I'm going to run off, I'm trying to tell you, I think I'll be off to another world..."
"Well," Michael began, "Good luck buddy."
"Yeah, and thanks for everything," Myers added.
***
And when the boat pulled into shore, our hero was no where to be found.