Slivko put on some music of his generation and I started humming the tune. Hank stopped shaving just a second before saying "What kind of music is that? What happened to Swing? Betty Goodman?" He scrunched up his nose in disgust.
"You're like a time traveller man. I'm telling you, this is the new sound." Slivko replied carving the date today in the wall.
"I really hope that thing you call a boat could get us up the river in thirty-six hours because if we miss that window we're literary up a creak." The scientist complained.
I rolled my eyes facing the view behind me. He was getting annoying, and I didn't even bother to remember his name. A whiner If you ask me.
Nightfall here was absolutely breathtaking. There were auroras above dancing through the night. I had forgotten I was even on this treacherous island for a second. I grabbed my camera as fast as I could and began snapping away.
"You know, you don't really enjoy the moment until you look at it yourself." A British voice caught me of guard behind me.
"It's my job Captain. I'm still getting paid for my work here thank to you." I didn't turn around. I just took more photos until I ran out of rolls (I still had extra though but I was saving them for later.
"Isn't it odd?"
"What is?" I put the camera down and faced him.
"The most dangerous places are the most beautiful."
"Indeed it is. The world is full of wonders." I nodded. "So...The Royal Air Force?" I whipped out the lighter he gave me. I examined it earlier and noticed the British flag and The Royal Air Force name on it.
"My father threw it to me from the train as he rolled off to fight the Nazis. He was like John Wayne to me. A hero." He looked out.
He looked sad, broken even but curiosity got the best of me. A trait I would like to end "What happened?"
"His plane went down near Hamburg. They searched for him for months but..." He didn't finish his sentence because by the time he shook his head looking down I hugged him. "I suppose no man comes home from war." He whispered.
"Don't say that." I whisper back still hugging him and breathing in his sent. "Do you want to know about the ring?" I let go.
He shook his head again "I-it's okay but congratulations." He handed me the ring.
I tilted my head in confusion to what he was saying until I had realized what he thought and shook my head vigorously. "No it was my mother's engagement ring not mine. Not like I have one which I don't. I'm single." I stammered then mentally punched myself in the face. I'm single?! It looked like you were desperate!......Well maybe I am....
He let out a breath of relief and laughed. So did I, at my goofy self and just the thought of James ever thinking I was engaged.
A sensitive and sad conversation quickly became humorous but then became sensitive and sad again as I told him about my mom. "She was the most extraordinary woman I've ever knew. A war journalist together with my father wanting world peace and all. They were young and my father died young while at work. The last thing he gave my mom was an engagement ring with their passion (photography) engraved at the back. So they never got married but they meant so much to each other that they had two children. The eldest was a daughter, me and my younger brother Thomas. We were raised by our grandparents when she died. And before she died, she gave me this." I said twirling the ring giving it back to him. "You should keep it. Just never let it go."
A tear came down from my eye but James wiped it with his thumb and brought me close hugging me tightly. "I would never let you go." He whispered.
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My Captain (Kong: Skull Island Captain James Conrad Fanfic) ✔️Completed
FanfictionSET IN KONG: SKULL ISLAND You are Eden Weevers a struggling photographer who wants adventure and cousin of Mason Weevers. Walking into a strip club soaking wet from the rain you meet your adventure. Journeying into skull island you were faced with l...