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Chapter 5
I looked up at the sky and sighed. Sure, people can survive in a plane during a thunderstorm... but still: I don’t think it’s very safe. It can occasionally fry the fuselage off the plane, it cause black streaks on the plane and sometimes, but, rarely it sometimes strikes the fuel tanks. I forgot that I had one of those cigar-shaped radio things in my pocket (one of Charon’s stupid ideas... blame him). I turned in on and changed the signal to Cyrus’s. “This is Saturn, Cyrus, come in? Over,” I looked at Marie and smiled. She waited for an answer.
“Hva?!” He barked in Norwegian. After years of experience working with him (and knowing some Norwegian); it means “what?!”
“There’s a thunderstorm going on right now... I don’t think we can fly to Glass Island...,” I replied. “What should we do? Over....” I felt so stupid...
“I don’t give a damn if there IS a thunderstorm; just fly the gottdanged plane! Over,” he barked at me again.
“Fine... over...,” I sighed. I turned the stupid thing without saying anything else. “Let’s just go...”
“OK sweetie,” she said softly. We stepped slowly over the aeroplane - making sure we won’t get hit by lightning. I looked to the side of me: some lightning hit not too far from where I was standing. I jumped back so far that Marie must have been at least five feet in front of me... I swear I was going to die from a heart attack. Maries must not have seen it. She blinked at me. (A/N: This happened to me once. Lightning struck right outside my window, probably not even ten or so feet away - I ALMOST died from a heart attack it scared the shit out of me :O). “JUST RUN!!!” I just bolted for no reason - especially for some who is weak, hungry and tired all the time. Marie bolted next to me. She told me she was a track runner in high school. I smiled. As fast as I could, I opened the door of the plane and we both stepped in. It just started to rain right after that. She closed the door quickly.
“That was close...,” she sighed.
“Yeah...,” I did the same. I turned the engine on. (A/N: Sorry I do not know how to fly a plane so I’m just guessing... lol). “Ready for take off, over,” I said into the radio.
“You’re set, over,” said Alcyon through the radio. I may not really know her, but she is Galactic’s main aviator and air traffic controller. I pulled the throttle all the way in, while steering it with the rudder pedals. It began to take off. I then used the yoke to control it. I smiled and chuckled because I couldn’t believe I remember how to fly a plane. I looked over at Marie, she was doing the same as me. I put it on autopilot so I could look at her. It takes about two or so hours to get there.
“So... what do we do while waiting?” I asked her, winking.
“I have no idea..,” she shrugged. “I suppose we could just... sing... it will make the time go faster.”
“You’re right... good idea! What shall we sing?”
“You pick!” She smiled.
“I’ll pick my favourite... haven’t sung this in awhile now... been about ten years... you might know the lyrics, too,” I cleared my throat. “When Britain first, at heaven's command,
Aro-o-o-ose from out the a-a-a-zure main,
Arose, arose, arose from out the a-azure main,
This was the charter, the charter of the land,
And guardian A-a-angels sang this strain-”
“Rule Britannia!
Britannia rule the waves
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
Rule Britannia!
Britannia rule the waves.
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves,” we both sang. So she does know the lyrics! Then again, she told me she was from Britain as well, but moved to France when she was young.
“The nations, no-o-o-o-ot so blest as thee,
Must i-i-i-i-in their turn, to ty-y--yrants fall,
Must in, must in, must in their turn, to ty-y-rants fall,
While thou shalt flourish, shalt flourish great and free,
The dread and e-e-e-e-nvy of them all,” she sang beautifully.
“Rule Britannia!
Britannia rule the waves.
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
Rule Britannia!
Britannia rule the waves.
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves...,” we both sang and sighed. Only a couple of minutes must have passed.
“How about another?” I smiled. I love to sing, but Cyrus seems to hate it! He only loves the Nazi anthem. It was OK when I first heard it, but it soon got annoying. (A/N: They are Neo Nazis, but they aren’t rascist or Anti-Semitic, they just follow Hitler’s ideals and teachings.)
“I will pick then!” She smiled. “Alouette, gentille Alouette,
Alouette, je te plumerai
Je te plumerai la tête...”
“Je te plumerai la tête,
Et la tête, et la tête...,” I smiled. “Alouette,
Alouette...”
“O-o-o-oh!” We both sang. “Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai...”
“Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai...,” I sang.
“Je te plumerai le nez
Je te plumerai le nez
Et le nez, et le nez
Alouette, Alouette,” she smiled.
“O-o-o-o-oh!
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai,” we both sang. “Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai...”
“Je te plumerai les yeux
Je te plumerai les yeux
Et les yeux, et les yeux,” she sang.
“Alouette, Alouette
O-o-o-o-oh!
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai,” we both sang while smiling. “Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Je te plumerai le cou
Je te plumerai le cou
Et le cou, et le cou
Alouette, Alouette
O-o-o-o-oh!
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
“Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Je te plumerai les ailes
Je te plumerai les ailes
Et les ailes, et les ailes
Alouette, Alouette
O-o-o-o-oh!
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
“Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Je te plumerai le dos
Je te plumerai le dos
Et le dos, et le dos
Alouette, Alouette
O-o-o-o-oh
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
“Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Je te plumerai les pattes
Je te plumerai les pattes
Et les pattes, et les pattes
Alouette, Alouette
O-o-o-o-oh!
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
“Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Je te plumerai la queue
Je te plumerai la queue
Et la queue, et la queue
Alouette, Alouette
O-o-o-o-oh!
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai...,” we both sighed. We both have loved that song ever since we were kids.
(A/N: Sorry I was bored... here are the words and what they mean:
La tête (lah tet)- the head
Le nez (lay nay, like the word neigh)- the nose
Les yeux (lay jew)- the eyes
Le cou (ku)- the neck
Les ailes (ail, like ailment)- the wings
Le dos (doe)- the back
Les pattes (pot)- the legs
Le queue (kyoo, I think)- the tail
Et - (ey)- and
Gentille (jaun-ty)- nice
Je (jay)- I
Te (tay)- shall?
Plumerai (ploo-mer-i)- pluck?
(In this case Alouette (ow-lette) means lark. In the Pokemon world, a lark is a Pidgey or Spearow. People used to pluck them and eat them before there were laws protecting them and laws governing them about killing them humanely.)
“Ah... I haven’t had this much fun in years... ever since Cyrus got into his bouts of drinking alcohol,” I smiled.
“I know! Not even CHRISTMAS is fun!” She sighed, scoffing slightly. “Eating slop and sandwiches!”
“Ugh! Nix’s sandwichs are so annoying! I haven’t had any fun Christmases since I lived in Britain over fifteen years ago...” I would be six years old.
“I haven’t had much fun since I’ve lived in France about fourteen years ago...,” she’d be eight years old. (She is about 328 or 329 days older than me, depending on it’s a Leap year.)
“Well... I think we’ll be there in another half hour...,” I sighed. I thought this mission was completely stupid. What was the point on going to this island; and what was he planning? I licked my lips because I was hungry. My stomach hurt like a bullet. “I hate it when I barely get any food...”
“Here,” she smiled while handing me a 3 Musketeers.
“Wow! Thank you...,” I smiled. “Where’d you get it?”
“My pleasure! Charon gave to me, he knows that I love them. I know that you love them, too; so I gave it to you instead,” she smiled.
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“We are almost there!” I grinned. Suddenly, there was a flash of light right beside us. Before I knew it, the plane began to go down... right in the middle of the ocean. “Marie... just so you know...,” I said softly. “I love you very much...,” I braced myself for the fall.
“...I love you, too,” she did the same. The plane landed in the middle of the ocean...
...I woke up to see that we were somehow stranded on Glass Island...
...I slowly got up to look for Marie... I could not see her though. I just broke down - crying - I thought she was dead.
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A/N: You probably hate me now for the cliffhangers? :P
I looked up at the sky and sighed. Sure, people can survive in a plane during a thunderstorm... but still: I don’t think it’s very safe. It can occasionally fry the fuselage off the plane, it cause black streaks on the plane and sometimes, but, rarely it sometimes strikes the fuel tanks. I forgot that I had one of those cigar-shaped radio things in my pocket (one of Charon’s stupid ideas... blame him). I turned in on and changed the signal to Cyrus’s. “This is Saturn, Cyrus, come in? Over,” I looked at Marie and smiled. She waited for an answer.
“Hva?!” He barked in Norwegian. After years of experience working with him (and knowing some Norwegian); it means “what?!”
“There’s a thunderstorm going on right now... I don’t think we can fly to Glass Island...,” I replied. “What should we do? Over....” I felt so stupid...
“I don’t give a damn if there IS a thunderstorm; just fly the gottdanged plane! Over,” he barked at me again.
“Fine... over...,” I sighed. I turned the stupid thing without saying anything else. “Let’s just go...”
“OK sweetie,” she said softly. We stepped slowly over the aeroplane - making sure we won’t get hit by lightning. I looked to the side of me: some lightning hit not too far from where I was standing. I jumped back so far that Marie must have been at least five feet in front of me... I swear I was going to die from a heart attack. Maries must not have seen it. She blinked at me. (A/N: This happened to me once. Lightning struck right outside my window, probably not even ten or so feet away - I ALMOST died from a heart attack it scared the shit out of me :O). “JUST RUN!!!” I just bolted for no reason - especially for some who is weak, hungry and tired all the time. Marie bolted next to me. She told me she was a track runner in high school. I smiled. As fast as I could, I opened the door of the plane and we both stepped in. It just started to rain right after that. She closed the door quickly.
“That was close...,” she sighed.
“Yeah...,” I did the same. I turned the engine on. (A/N: Sorry I do not know how to fly a plane so I’m just guessing... lol). “Ready for take off, over,” I said into the radio.
“You’re set, over,” said Alcyon through the radio. I may not really know her, but she is Galactic’s main aviator and air traffic controller. I pulled the throttle all the way in, while steering it with the rudder pedals. It began to take off. I then used the yoke to control it. I smiled and chuckled because I couldn’t believe I remember how to fly a plane. I looked over at Marie, she was doing the same as me. I put it on autopilot so I could look at her. It takes about two or so hours to get there.
“So... what do we do while waiting?” I asked her, winking.
“I have no idea..,” she shrugged. “I suppose we could just... sing... it will make the time go faster.”
“You’re right... good idea! What shall we sing?”
“You pick!” She smiled.
“I’ll pick my favourite... haven’t sung this in awhile now... been about ten years... you might know the lyrics, too,” I cleared my throat. “When Britain first, at heaven's command,
Aro-o-o-ose from out the a-a-a-zure main,
Arose, arose, arose from out the a-azure main,
This was the charter, the charter of the land,
And guardian A-a-angels sang this strain-”
“Rule Britannia!
Britannia rule the waves
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
Rule Britannia!
Britannia rule the waves.
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves,” we both sang. So she does know the lyrics! Then again, she told me she was from Britain as well, but moved to France when she was young.
“The nations, no-o-o-o-ot so blest as thee,
Must i-i-i-i-in their turn, to ty-y--yrants fall,
Must in, must in, must in their turn, to ty-y-rants fall,
While thou shalt flourish, shalt flourish great and free,
The dread and e-e-e-e-nvy of them all,” she sang beautifully.
“Rule Britannia!
Britannia rule the waves.
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
Rule Britannia!
Britannia rule the waves.
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves...,” we both sang and sighed. Only a couple of minutes must have passed.
“How about another?” I smiled. I love to sing, but Cyrus seems to hate it! He only loves the Nazi anthem. It was OK when I first heard it, but it soon got annoying. (A/N: They are Neo Nazis, but they aren’t rascist or Anti-Semitic, they just follow Hitler’s ideals and teachings.)
“I will pick then!” She smiled. “Alouette, gentille Alouette,
Alouette, je te plumerai
Je te plumerai la tête...”
“Je te plumerai la tête,
Et la tête, et la tête...,” I smiled. “Alouette,
Alouette...”
“O-o-o-oh!” We both sang. “Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai...”
“Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai...,” I sang.
“Je te plumerai le nez
Je te plumerai le nez
Et le nez, et le nez
Alouette, Alouette,” she smiled.
“O-o-o-o-oh!
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai,” we both sang. “Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai...”
“Je te plumerai les yeux
Je te plumerai les yeux
Et les yeux, et les yeux,” she sang.
“Alouette, Alouette
O-o-o-o-oh!
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai,” we both sang while smiling. “Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Je te plumerai le cou
Je te plumerai le cou
Et le cou, et le cou
Alouette, Alouette
O-o-o-o-oh!
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
“Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Je te plumerai les ailes
Je te plumerai les ailes
Et les ailes, et les ailes
Alouette, Alouette
O-o-o-o-oh!
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
“Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Je te plumerai le dos
Je te plumerai le dos
Et le dos, et le dos
Alouette, Alouette
O-o-o-o-oh
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
“Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Je te plumerai les pattes
Je te plumerai les pattes
Et les pattes, et les pattes
Alouette, Alouette
O-o-o-o-oh!
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
“Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Je te plumerai la queue
Je te plumerai la queue
Et la queue, et la queue
Alouette, Alouette
O-o-o-o-oh!
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai...,” we both sighed. We both have loved that song ever since we were kids.
(A/N: Sorry I was bored... here are the words and what they mean:
La tête (lah tet)- the head
Le nez (lay nay, like the word neigh)- the nose
Les yeux (lay jew)- the eyes
Le cou (ku)- the neck
Les ailes (ail, like ailment)- the wings
Le dos (doe)- the back
Les pattes (pot)- the legs
Le queue (kyoo, I think)- the tail
Et - (ey)- and
Gentille (jaun-ty)- nice
Je (jay)- I
Te (tay)- shall?
Plumerai (ploo-mer-i)- pluck?
(In this case Alouette (ow-lette) means lark. In the Pokemon world, a lark is a Pidgey or Spearow. People used to pluck them and eat them before there were laws protecting them and laws governing them about killing them humanely.)
“Ah... I haven’t had this much fun in years... ever since Cyrus got into his bouts of drinking alcohol,” I smiled.
“I know! Not even CHRISTMAS is fun!” She sighed, scoffing slightly. “Eating slop and sandwiches!”
“Ugh! Nix’s sandwichs are so annoying! I haven’t had any fun Christmases since I lived in Britain over fifteen years ago...” I would be six years old.
“I haven’t had much fun since I’ve lived in France about fourteen years ago...,” she’d be eight years old. (She is about 328 or 329 days older than me, depending on it’s a Leap year.)
“Well... I think we’ll be there in another half hour...,” I sighed. I thought this mission was completely stupid. What was the point on going to this island; and what was he planning? I licked my lips because I was hungry. My stomach hurt like a bullet. “I hate it when I barely get any food...”
“Here,” she smiled while handing me a 3 Musketeers.
“Wow! Thank you...,” I smiled. “Where’d you get it?”
“My pleasure! Charon gave to me, he knows that I love them. I know that you love them, too; so I gave it to you instead,” she smiled.
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“We are almost there!” I grinned. Suddenly, there was a flash of light right beside us. Before I knew it, the plane began to go down... right in the middle of the ocean. “Marie... just so you know...,” I said softly. “I love you very much...,” I braced myself for the fall.
“...I love you, too,” she did the same. The plane landed in the middle of the ocean...
...I woke up to see that we were somehow stranded on Glass Island...
...I slowly got up to look for Marie... I could not see her though. I just broke down - crying - I thought she was dead.
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A/N: You probably hate me now for the cliffhangers? :P
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