Private sat siguiente to his Skipper on the apuntalar, costa of the pond sticking his feet in. The leader carried two fishing rods. Private was very much younger. His saphire eyes looked even bigger than how they became.
"So why did tu want to go fishing, sir?" Private chirped.
"I wanted to talk to you." Skipper said.
"What're these sticks for?" Private pondered. He was pointing to the rods.
"You mean the fishing poles?" Skipper asked both puzzled and astonished.
"Yeah," Private nodded.
"You've never been taught how to fish, at least with a pole?" Skipper questioned. When he was Private's age, he had been taught how to pescado por his father. The young pingüino, pingüino de shook his head. "Well, I'll teach you." Skipper smiled. Skipper guided Private's flippers into casting. When the little pingüino, pingüino de was finished, he grinned happily at his leader. "What do I do now?" Private asked feeling a bit uneducated. "We sit, and wait." Skipper instructed.
He began teaching Private the ins-and-outs of fishing, in the meantime. Taking mental notes, Private listened careful to absorb every bit of information. "It feels good to actually have some one to pass on these skills to." Skipper decided inside his head.
"Now when it comes to casting in your catch, I'll do it for tu if tu happen to catch something." Skipper said. Private wanted to mostrar him that he was strong. And he vowed that he wouldn't cause Skipper to abandone him like his parents. As Skipper contuined teaching his techniques to Private, Private's attention drew elsewhere. A sound almost like something being stretched was made noticed. It was his fishing line. Where he had set it, it was plunging into the water. Whatever was on the other end had his hook and must have been gigantic.
With no hesitation Private lunged for it, being drug in too. "Private!" Skipper cried. His soldier was underwater por then, being pulled at rapid speed and force unlike any other. He barely saw the back of the beast through the murky pond water. It was way larger than he was. The monster soon realized Private-a predator-was on its track. It thrashed its tail.
Private felt his grip slipping along with his held-in breath. One final blow sent Private sinking to the bottom of the water unconciuss. Only segundos after that, Skipper swam down, startled, and retrieved him.
"Private!" Skipper called, snapping him out of his memory. "Help us pack-up." Kowalski handed Rico a sleeping bag. The pingüino, pingüino de swallowed it with gusto. "Yes, sorry." Private apologized. Celeste threw a kind smile and wave his way. In one flipper she held Kowalski's smartphone. He was awestruck at her enchantment of even just standing there. He waddled over.
"Are tu ready?" He asked anxiously.
"No,"
"Why not?" He asked concerned. "Is something wrong?" He contuined. She sighed, and stared into his eyes. Sorrow filled hers. She wrapped her fins around him in one rápido, swift motion."I'm so sorry."
"For what?"
"For dragging tu into this,"
"Don't worry. We handle missions like this all the time." He explained. She half-smiled.
"So… what's Kowalski smartphone for?" Private asked.
"Oh, Kowalski wanted me to look up some research about your species. tu know, so I can blend in more." She explained cheerfully.
"Right, but… tu mean our species." He corrected deviously.
"No, Private, yours. But that doesn't mean I won't try to be… normal."
"I don't want tu to try to be anything you're not. You're perfect, Celeste." Private told her. There was a pause.
"You're completely wrong, Private." She sighed. "I'm not who tu think I am. I'm not some hero."
"But-"
"Look, I know, I'm not like any one else, but I think it's for the best if I try to fit in. It's for our safety. It may dial down attention."
"Okay,"
After, their discussion they realized they were alone. Of course, the team hadn't left without them, right? They dashed out of the hole. Private's corazón beat's speed sky-rocketed. The other three stood outside waiting for them.
Once they reached the woods, Celeste seemed deep in thought. She stared off deep into the trees, and then, her attention shifted.
Her two hungry eyes stared at the back of Skipper's head. They began gleaming into an orange. She went into a daydream. It was one of predatorial yearning.
Skipper stood alone surrounded por only trees in the dense thicket. She watched his every frightened glance around. A noise caught his attention. His eyes shifted to a bush.
Not a segundo later, she pounced. The huntress crouched in front of Skipper. He took off as fast as his stubby legs could carry him, as they ached. Skipper came to a hault. No one seemed to be stalking him anymore.
Because of this, his adrenaline gradually declined to a serene pace. He slumped his back onto a tree. From that same tree, Celeste dropped to her feet. She giggled like a child-that she was. It was an innonce laugh. Like one, as if she was playing with him. As Skipper gasped, Celeste lunged at her prey's suculent juglar. With an wide open beak, she was sprawling to take a bite in what she had been desiring. Right in front of her, Skipper had vanished. In his place was Private. The petrified Private stared into her eyes. Then, she noticed, she was frozen. Celeste couldn't even come close to hurting Private. And devouring Skipper would be devestating Private.
The mutant snapped out of it. Her eyes flashed blue, and her face-shameful. Before she knew it, they had made it to the dock.
She came to an abrupt stop. Since she wasn't paying attention, another step would jostle Kowalski, Skipper, and Rico all off the dock ahead. Rico began gagging. Out of his beak came a map.
Kowalski unfolded it rapidly.
"Celeste, do any of these places look familiar?" Kowalski asked. She waddled up. "Well, on your smartphone, I read something about the Galapogos Islands. That place sounds famliar." She answered.
"All right," Kowalski replied.
"Kowalski, options." Skipper ordered.
"I'm thinking we could swim until we reach about North Carolina tomorrow, and then the Bahamas." Kowalski planned.
"Oo, Bahamas!" Rico smiled.
"Sounds great!" Skipper agreed. "Is this a rescue op. o a tropical vacation?"
"I can't wait to get there! I heard the beaches are beautiful!" Private cheered.
"Can't wait," Celeste said.