Chapter 95 - Plunder as Pirates

Aimlessly floating on the canoe, Clive sighed. "Next time, next time I'm definitely letting you prick the lucky draw," he whispered, wiping the layer of sweat from his forehead.

"Here brother," Mina handed him a small shawl from her bag.

"No, you use it," he gently wrapped it around her head like a turban. "It sucks though, since we are so exposed to the sun we consume too much water," he whispered softly.

"Yeah, but if we conserve our supple we can last without going to land for thirteen days right? That's more than enough," Mina said sweetly.

Clive smirked, "don't you want to go to land," he gestured to the small island in just to their right. Presently his guess was that they were in Bermudas triangle, but he was not sure because there was a huge island in the centre.

Just a few days ago he rowed around it to find it shaped like a crescent moon with a small patch of island at the bottom; it looked more like a sickle than a banana.