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Sorta dropped the ball on that one, I think.
Phineas hovered in the back of the craft, breathing calmly through the tube. Whenever he felt a break, he held his breath until the airflow resumed. Although he was able to keep his head together, the eerie patience of the eel was starting to send it him into a panic.
After several minutes, the situation seemed useless. Phineas decided his only way out was, rather literally, sink or swim. Carefully, he inserted the tube back into the oil tank. Just as he braced himself to make a dash for the port hole, a shadow passed over the eel. Phineas froze; a bigger creature could pose a much bigger threat. He waited several more seconds and, to his surprise, Eliza appeared before him. In her hands she clutched a rusted pipe, evidently torn from the side of the craft. She braced herself and threw the projectile toward the eel, hitting her target with little effect. The eel turned sharply and darted at her as she surfaced, and Phineas realized with horror, from the faint tingle in the warm water around him, that it had attacked her. He bolted out of the craft, turning his head wildly in search for the eel. When it failed to appear, he lunged upward to Eliza, taking her in his arms. His head erupted out of the water, and he gasped for breath. Immediately he checked her breath; air was still flowing from her lips, so she was at least alive. Consciousness had, however, left her body. Phineas jerked his head in a circle, finally coming upon the thin strip of land that marked their camp. Holding her in one arm, Phineas began to swim towards the beach.
Exhausted and out of breath, Phineas finally felt his feet touch soft sand below him. Cradling Eliza in his arms, he staggered up the beach, where Joseph was still blowing into the tube. He reached the dry beach and called out hoarsely; "She's hurt! Run and fetch fresh water from the spring!"
He laid her body on the sand, stepping back to assess her condition. Thankfully, she was still breathing. A dark, ragged scar was beginning to form on her waist.
After several minutes, the situation seemed useless. Phineas decided his only way out was, rather literally, sink or swim. Carefully, he inserted the tube back into the oil tank. Just as he braced himself to make a dash for the port hole, a shadow passed over the eel. Phineas froze; a bigger creature could pose a much bigger threat. He waited several more seconds and, to his surprise, Eliza appeared before him. In her hands she clutched a rusted pipe, evidently torn from the side of the craft. She braced herself and threw the projectile toward the eel, hitting her target with little effect. The eel turned sharply and darted at her as she surfaced, and Phineas realized with horror, from the faint tingle in the warm water around him, that it had attacked her. He bolted out of the craft, turning his head wildly in search for the eel. When it failed to appear, he lunged upward to Eliza, taking her in his arms. His head erupted out of the water, and he gasped for breath. Immediately he checked her breath; air was still flowing from her lips, so she was at least alive. Consciousness had, however, left her body. Phineas jerked his head in a circle, finally coming upon the thin strip of land that marked their camp. Holding her in one arm, Phineas began to swim towards the beach.
Exhausted and out of breath, Phineas finally felt his feet touch soft sand below him. Cradling Eliza in his arms, he staggered up the beach, where Joseph was still blowing into the tube. He reached the dry beach and called out hoarsely; "She's hurt! Run and fetch fresh water from the spring!"
He laid her body on the sand, stepping back to assess her condition. Thankfully, she was still breathing. A dark, ragged scar was beginning to form on her waist.
Phineas moved his legs and slowly backed away from the entrance. The eel, a dull brown color and surprisingly thick, continued to hover near the door, its acute senses searching for prey. Phineas thought back to his studies; an electric eel of this size posed no real threat to his life, but if he were to be attacked he would go into shock and likely drown. Nor would the eel attack him, but it would discharge should he swim too close, and with its position in the doorway there was no room for him to swim out.
Phineas felt the hard iron wall hit his back; he had reached the other end of the craft. He was safe in terms of distance, but now his breath was running out. Frantically, he looked about himself as the pain began to squeeze around his chest. His eyes locked on the tubing.
This is probably the most idiotic thing you've ever done.
He reached to his pant leg and ripped a small bit of cloth off, then raised it next to the tank. In a quick motion, he pulled out the tubing and jammed in the cloth. Air continued to flow out of the oil-tipped tube. Thank you, Eliza. he thought, and wiped the tube off before taking a draw from it. It wasn't the purest air, being already partially breathed and processed, but it kept him alive.
The eel had not moved.
Phineas felt the hard iron wall hit his back; he had reached the other end of the craft. He was safe in terms of distance, but now his breath was running out. Frantically, he looked about himself as the pain began to squeeze around his chest. His eyes locked on the tubing.
This is probably the most idiotic thing you've ever done.
He reached to his pant leg and ripped a small bit of cloth off, then raised it next to the tank. In a quick motion, he pulled out the tubing and jammed in the cloth. Air continued to flow out of the oil-tipped tube. Thank you, Eliza. he thought, and wiped the tube off before taking a draw from it. It wasn't the purest air, being already partially breathed and processed, but it kept him alive.
The eel had not moved.
When he determined that Eliza had heard him, Phineas gulped one more breath of air and submerged his head in the water, opening his eyes to reacquaint himself with his surroundings. He spotted the craft two dozen feet below him. He kicked down as he began his descent, stopping every several seconds to allow his body to readjust to the pressure. The oil stream twirling past him, he finally reached the hovercraft, buried half in tidal sands. The back door was exposed, but as he pulled on it it refused to budge until he braced both of his feet on either side and forced it open. A storm of bubbles cascaded past him, but the interior was dark. Increasingly low on air, Phineas kicked upwards to the surface and burst out, gasping air until he could dive down again. A small stream of bubbles began to flow out of the tube in his hand, which meant that Eliza had already started blowing.
Better early than late... Phineas thought, and reached the door to the craft again. He managed to push aside the debris blocking the interior and swam inside. The oil tank was easy to find due to the stream of leakage, and Phineas jammed the end of the tube into it. To his surprise, it was a perfect fit. He turned to leave, but a shape illuminated by the rays of sun outside stopped him short.
An electric eel hovered patiently outside the hovercraft door.
Better early than late... Phineas thought, and reached the door to the craft again. He managed to push aside the debris blocking the interior and swam inside. The oil tank was easy to find due to the stream of leakage, and Phineas jammed the end of the tube into it. To his surprise, it was a perfect fit. He turned to leave, but a shape illuminated by the rays of sun outside stopped him short.
An electric eel hovered patiently outside the hovercraft door.
How has real life been treating you?
Phineas smiled at his partner's enthusiasm, turning to look out over the turquoise waves. The water was pleasantly warm, but that didn't do much to ease the chronic discomfort felt when easing into deep water. Trailing the rubber coil behind him, he walked across the glittering white sand until the water was past his waist, then turned back to shore.
"There's a short drop off into a reef!" he called back, his voice steady. "I'm going to see if I can get a look!" He turned back to the water. Small fish were flitting through the water around his legs, and before him the sandy beach fell away into a colorful marine habitat.
"I hate swimming." he muttered, and dove underwater.
The saltwater stung at his eyes as he opened them, but he forcefully held them ajar until he could make out the objects around him. Swimming slowly in the clear water, he was able to make out tall coral structures brimming with vibrant sea life. He continued, his breath holding out well, until he made out the bronze sheen of the hovercraft, some twenty feet below him, and a small oil column drifting out of hit. He lunged upward and clawed at the air, gulping and drinking the cool ocean breeze until he was breathing at a normal rate. He turned to the shore and found that he was nearly a hundred yards out. Kicking at the water below him, he waved his hands and called out to Eliza, who's form he could still make out on the beach.
"I've got it!" he yelled. "Get ready with the tubing!"
"There's a short drop off into a reef!" he called back, his voice steady. "I'm going to see if I can get a look!" He turned back to the water. Small fish were flitting through the water around his legs, and before him the sandy beach fell away into a colorful marine habitat.
"I hate swimming." he muttered, and dove underwater.
The saltwater stung at his eyes as he opened them, but he forcefully held them ajar until he could make out the objects around him. Swimming slowly in the clear water, he was able to make out tall coral structures brimming with vibrant sea life. He continued, his breath holding out well, until he made out the bronze sheen of the hovercraft, some twenty feet below him, and a small oil column drifting out of hit. He lunged upward and clawed at the air, gulping and drinking the cool ocean breeze until he was breathing at a normal rate. He turned to the shore and found that he was nearly a hundred yards out. Kicking at the water below him, he waved his hands and called out to Eliza, who's form he could still make out on the beach.
"I've got it!" he yelled. "Get ready with the tubing!"
I sorta wanna get rid of my unicorn avatar, buuut it has to be 128 X 128 and I'm lazy.
"I'll do it." Phineas offered, "I don't want you to give any more skin for Joseph to eye." He shrugged and pulled off his coat and shirt, tossing them on the sand. He gestured towards the bundle. "Grab that canister and follow me." he said, hoisting the coil of tubing over his shoulder. He walked the short distance to the shoreline, where the low tide lapped harmlessly at his feet. Turning to Eliza, he spoke again; "I'm going to swim out until I find the hovercraft, then I'll signal you. I'll probably need to take a few dives before I find the fuel tank, but once I uncap it I need you to blow into this end of the tube," he tapped the rubber coil, "to build up air pressure in the tank. I'll hold it closed as long as I can, but we'll need to be quick." He smiled, his hair bristling in the wind. "You understand?"
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