“Captain Ryan, can you hear me? Can you hear me? Hey?”
The voice was soft, the accent coarse – very coarse, but precise. Their meaning - undetermined.
Slowly he opened his brown eyes to see a grey set peering back. The foreign eyes blinked – he sensed a level of surprise and for no reason, his body was filled with excitement. Can’t be dead, he thought. He traced the outline of her face to the flair of her nose. He watched the plump upper lip purse to make more sounds then looked back at the eyes. He was bewildered and slightly confused at the surroundings. He watched the mouth begin to move again, but it uttered sounds his throbbing head failed to recognise.
She turned to the man behind her. “Jurgi, he’s awake. Captain Ryan can you hear me?” she said turning back to him, “You are safe. Can you hear me? Get some more rest. I’ll wake you when it’s time.”
He tried to reach for her, but his arms failed him. He tried to speak, but the words were lost too. Finally, he closed his eyes and felt a warm calmess overshadow him. As the dawn of slumber fell, it was like being back at the river with Adele. He was holding the rope on the side of the bank then leaping off towards the sky and flying through the air, arms aloft.
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