Night Two: Fear and loathing in turtle town

Location:west blue, one liferaft (two occupants)

Time: 3 days since escaping the Full force

"Hey meek... how much water do we have left?"

"Uhhh... We don't... you din't pack any..."

"Oh ya..." Bake looked over to his companion, who looked just like how bake felt. While neither had a very strong sense in direction, it didn't help that the whole journey was completely ab-libed. With no idea where there were going cupeled with the complete lack of supplies...

"No... Were not going to did... NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY!"

"Um... I din't say anything like that," Said meek, already inching away to the best of his ability.

"Oh, sorry."

"No, it's ok. I thought that the island would be near by back on the boat, and look at us now... Sailing for days... without a sight of land...going to die without even looking at half shell island," Meek started to slump over form his seat as his eyes grew heavy. "It's sandy beach... It's blue sky. . . It's cal...dera."

"Is that a fancy word for volcano?"

"Yah. How'd you guess?"

Bake raised one paw towards the horizon. Meek lifted his body towards upwards over the side to see the most reassuring image he'd seen for weeks. A land mass could be seen over the horizon, with a dome shaped mountain dab smack in the middle, producing a steady passage of smoke. If the many tales his mother has told him were true, they had found it: Half-shell Island.

TBC