Chapter Twenty-Five
Nami's boat hit the soft sand of the beach and came to a complete stop with a lurch. "And there you have it. Easy as pie," Nami said as she let go of a rope that was holding the sails at half mast and moved away from the rudder. "Could you be a dear and lower the anchor, just in case we're still here when the tide changes?" Nami asked as she jumped down from the elevated rear deck and onto the main floor of the boat.
Taylor nodded and decided that she was going to have to ask a few questions about ship terminology. Calling the front bit the prow was about as far as her knowledge went. She wasn't even sure which side was port and which was starboard.
Shrugging to herself, Taylor moved towards the back, found a heavy anchor nestled against the side of the ship and, after making sure it was properly secured, tossed it overboard with a splash.
"Did you intend to come with me?" she asked Nami who was busy in the main and only cabin of the small ship. The girl jumped a foot into the air and spun around, coming face to face with the small swarm spinning in the air behind her.
"Taylor! You can't just bug talk to people from afar! It's creepy!" she shouted.
"Sorry!" her swarm said.
"Yeah, whatever. If I find out you're spying on me while I sleep we'll be having words. Or I'll be having words while you learn how to swim after I kick your butt overboard."
Taylor couldn't help the small smile tugging at her lips. Lisa Nami was not, but she had that same kind of spunk her best friend had had when in a good mood. It was easy to fall back on old banter. "I'm going to find supplies. Water, something to eat. Did you intend to come?" she asked with her own voice as she stuck her head into the cabin.
Nami froze while she spoke, but a few quick breaths to recentre herself later she was fine. The girl was already developing a resistance to Taylor's voice. "Yeah, sure. I'm coming."
They landed on the beach with a crunch of sand underfoot and Taylor immediately cast her senses ahead. She had already been toying with the bugs in the jungle, but she hadn't really been paying all that much attention.
"Uh," she said.
"What?" Nami asked. "Did you find the idiots?"
"No. There are animals in there."
Nami looked at her, then at the thick forest. "Dangerous animals?" she asked.
A fox with the head of a chicken shot out of the woods, clucking like mad as it sprinted past.
"No. Not dangerous, I don't think."
[Local Species Registering as Genetic Deviants.]
"Really?" Taylor asked.
"Really what?" Nami asked right back.
Taylor blinked at the girl and shook her head. "Would you think I'm crazy if I told you there's an alien that lives in my head?"
[Host Cranium too Minuscule to Contain Queen Administrator.]
Nami stared for a long time, then sighed. "I had hoped that you were the sane one."
"It's true," Taylor said.
"Of course it is," Nami said as she patted Taylor's shoulder. "I believe you," she lied. They began moving towards the island proper, leaving a trail of footsteps behind them.
Taylor sighed but didn't press. It might have been a mistake to admit anything to Nami, but it wasn't as if she could readily prove anything, and she doubted Nami could do anything about her passenger anyway. Not that she wanted anything done with her passenger. Strange as it was, the voice in her head was something of a friend.
[Friendship is a Concept below Queen Administrator. Friendship is unnecessary. Host has Queen Administrator. Queen Administrator owns Host. Simple.]
"Love you too, passenger," Taylor snarked back, earning a weird look from Nami. "My friendly space friend says that the animals around here are genetic deviants."
"Not the only deviant around," Nami muttered too low for Taylor to hear without her bugs.
"Hey now, I'm the one stuck with the brain parasite here," Taylor defended herself.
[Queen Administrator could Leave Host! Queen Administrator merely finds Host Neural Pathways Enjoyable. Could find New, Better Host at any time! Idiot Host!]
Taylor rolled her eyes and tried to ignore the pounding headache she had earned for herself. "I don't want to risk eating any of the native fauna. Plenty of normal looking fruit though, and the bugs I sense are all norm--"
Taylor's heart hitched.
There was something ahead, something bizarre.
[Interesting.]
***
[] Investigate.
[] Find the boys
[] Stock up on fruit and such
[] You found an island. Name it ContessaSucksLandia.
[] Write in...