Chapter 19- Biba

We'd been out on the raft for nearly an hour now. With no sense of direction whatsoever, we might as well have been going around in circles. Tempers were running short, as was the limited supply of fuel.

The conversation of the past hour had been as such:

Me: does anyone know the way back.

Lukas: I'm hungry.

Priti: I'd be able to navigate if the constellations were visible.

Jasper: nerd.

Lukas: will I have to wait until night for food?!

Priti: it's the beginning of the day, we can't possibly wait.

Me: but we're running out oil for the motor, we can't just float away.

Jasper: besides, they could come for us in that time.

Lukas: wake me up when there's food.

Me: I'll push you off the raft if you dare fall asleep.

Priti: how much fuel do we have left?

Jasper: I'll check. Okay, we have enough for... two more hours of steady use.

Lukas: is motor oil edible?

Jasper: shut up man.

Lukas: I wasn't talking to you. Wren?

Me: don't look at me.