Escape from Gordon [locked to Lennox - dated to July 16th]
It wasn't exactly the best-looking canoe Chris had ever seen, but it was big enough for two people and a dog and a few supplies (just barely) and it served its purpose. To float. Which, he, Lennox and Eddie had been sure to test for with and without passengers and it'd passed admirably. The sides were kind of square and it wasn't smooth by any means, but it had character. Or so Lennox claimed.
Comparatively, the oars had been exceptionally easy.
Eddie had been happy to help, though he'd been somewhat suspicious of the reasoning. There was a barn to build and it wasn't like Chris to miss more than a day or two of crew work at a time. But, Chris had kept his mouth shut and, luckily, so had Lennox. They both somehow had the feeling that Eddie wouldn't be so eager to help if he had any idea what the canoe would be for.
By dusk on Sunday, it was done, a fact that Chris wouldn't have ever have counted on considering they'd started the thing nearly a year before and had left it largely forgotten for several months. But, there was a lot to be said for single-minded work and three quarters of the Cutter Rink was never to be under estimated.
Monday couldn't come fast enough, especially not with Gordon being just a hut away, like the ghost of Chris's past. Only, it was more like the ghost of his future, apparently, which made the whole thing even more unnerving. But, after a somewhat sleepless night, Monday did come and Chris and Lennox packed up enough clothes to get them through a few days and headed up to the Compound for what few dry goods they could squander. Eostre was there and they couldn't avoid the curious arch of her brow.
Lennox told her the plan and, satisfied that she'd spread the news should anyone actually worry, they'd both headed back to the beach, Hal walking briskly ahead of them, her tail wagging happily.
"Think the food'll last us?" Chris asked as they reached the beach, peeking into the bag of bread and fruits and canned goods Eostre had provided them with. Though, he didn't sound too worried about it. Food was a formality; getting away was what it was about.
Comparatively, the oars had been exceptionally easy.
Eddie had been happy to help, though he'd been somewhat suspicious of the reasoning. There was a barn to build and it wasn't like Chris to miss more than a day or two of crew work at a time. But, Chris had kept his mouth shut and, luckily, so had Lennox. They both somehow had the feeling that Eddie wouldn't be so eager to help if he had any idea what the canoe would be for.
By dusk on Sunday, it was done, a fact that Chris wouldn't have ever have counted on considering they'd started the thing nearly a year before and had left it largely forgotten for several months. But, there was a lot to be said for single-minded work and three quarters of the Cutter Rink was never to be under estimated.
Monday couldn't come fast enough, especially not with Gordon being just a hut away, like the ghost of Chris's past. Only, it was more like the ghost of his future, apparently, which made the whole thing even more unnerving. But, after a somewhat sleepless night, Monday did come and Chris and Lennox packed up enough clothes to get them through a few days and headed up to the Compound for what few dry goods they could squander. Eostre was there and they couldn't avoid the curious arch of her brow.
Lennox told her the plan and, satisfied that she'd spread the news should anyone actually worry, they'd both headed back to the beach, Hal walking briskly ahead of them, her tail wagging happily.
"Think the food'll last us?" Chris asked as they reached the beach, peeking into the bag of bread and fruits and canned goods Eostre had provided them with. Though, he didn't sound too worried about it. Food was a formality; getting away was what it was about.