Aɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴜɪsᴇ's ᴄʀᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏ?
The instant Shark’s lips formed the words, the idea was forming in Twig’s mind. A game... a game.
Yes. He had it.
There were always the classics: checkers, chess, go-fish or crazy eights. Spoons was a good one, or maybe even blackjack. But none of them were right.
Tick-tack-toe or hangman on the beach would be a simple challenge. Too simple. This had to be bigger than that.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
“I got it!” he shouted in excitement. “Shark. I need your help.”
-x-
It turned out he needed more than just shark’s help. It took a whole handful of islanders to create the beastly contraption that now marred the face of the beautiful beach. It was more than a game. This was a full on obstacle course, complete with ropes, walls, tires (well, as best they could come up with, which mostly meant stacks of rope, cut vines, life preservers, and a few actual tires) and the grand finale - a dive from the back of the cruise ship into the clear waters below. It was perfect. Brilliant. The best challenge Twig had ever conceived of. There was no way they were gonna back down from this.
-x-
“What do you mean you won’t?”
“I’m not crazy, kiddo,” Spider laughed. “Sorry. I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Yeah, I’m not sure that’s actually safe,” Rook agreed. “Honestly, I think you would get hurt. And we couldn’t have that.”
“Sorry,” Spider repeated. “It does look really cool, though.”
Twig’s fest dig into the casino carpet. “No, wait. If I do it, will you give me the key? I can do it. I promise I won’t get hurt.”
Twig watched as the duo exchanged glances. Rook didn’t seem thrilled, but he was sure he saw a glint in at least one of Spider’s eyes.
“If I finish the whole thing in less than five minutes I win and you give me the key,” he chirped proudly. “If I don’t, you can keep the key and tell everyone it was a bad idea.”
“Okay.” Rook was the last one Twig expected to agree. But here they were.
“Okay. Come down to the beach, and time me!”
“You’re gonna get hurt, kiddo,” Spider frowned. “This isn’t our fault if you do.”
“Of course not. Now let’s go!”
-x-
Diving. Leaping. Crawling.
Sweat.
Twig looked soaked before he even made his way to the ship, racing up platforms past confused repairmen, bolting across abandoned decks and buffet tables before he made it to the end. Climbing over the rail, he gave Spider and Rook one last cheeky grin, two thumbs up, and turned to face the water.
“He’s not gonna do it.”
“We could’ve just given him the key.”
“It’s already been way past five minutes.”
“Yeah. Maybe we don’t tell him that.”
With a deep breath and a war cry, the tiny kalon flung himself into the warm, wavy sea.