I’m not disappointed. Lex rises from the surf, sodden and salty, clearly unimpressed by our little prank. He shouts his displeasure while I press a closed fist over my smirk, doing very little to hide my amusement as he wades back to shore.
With my arms folded coolly, I side-step out of the way to let him pass as he stalks by, dripping sea water. ‘We’re moving camp.’ Lex reiterates in a less-than-friendly tone and I pull an ‘uh-oh’ face at Trudy, snickering silently.
“Hold on…” I blurt suddenly, my brows drawing together in a frown. “Right now? What about food? Lex? Lex!” Too late. He’s done with us. Well… for now, at least. I mean, I’m sure he’ll come around – I grumble and so does my stomach. “Lex! It was a joke!”
In light of the news that we’ll be moving shortly, I leave Trudy on the beach and make for the treeline. See, I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m not about to be that guy who has to be told ‘You should’ve gone before we left.’
Some moments later I’ve responded to nature’s call and am re-zipping my fly when I hear something, or rather, someone nearby. It’s faint but undeniably a human voice. Splashing sea-water from a battered plastic bottle on my hands to sanitise them as best I can, I move silently and cautiously in the direction of the sound.
I’m close. It sounds like it’s coming from just ahead now. I clench my teeth as a thin branch whips over my cheek. Stupid nature. If you ask me, all trees are good for is oxygen production. Now I break through the foliage into a small clearing. That’s… odd… I could’ve sworn the voice was coming from just through here…?
At first I’m perplexed. Then I prepare to panic as it occurs to me that I might’ve have foolishly walked into a trap. My alarm is short-lived, however, as I hear another pained grunt to the right of me and notice an opening in the earth marked by freshly snapped branches. The bottom of the pit is in shadow but, squinting my eyes, I can make out a familiar and very disgruntled face…
“Lex?” I say in surprise. “What’re you doing down there?” Heh. Sometimes dumb questions are fun. He looks quite pitiful lying down in the hole, still soggy from mine and Trudy’s little prank. Ah, it really isn’t his day.
I’ve done my share of misdeeds but I’m not so heartless as to leave him trapped down there. Why, I’d be glad to help him out!
… Just as soon as he asks for it…
OOC - That line of palm tree emojis is where you’ve gotta imagine a between-scene transition with the music and a recycled clip of a crab creeping on the sand, okay? < shiiiinyyyy