The twelve battleships continue to fly over the river canals. Suddenly, the bright blue sky was blanketed with stormy clouds, thunder began to rumble followed by its roar. "Is the colony far?" I asked the commander who was leaning on the railing on the quarterback.
"Yup," he replied.
Later on, I asked. "Are we there yet?"
"No."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"What about now?"
"No."
"I can feel the dragon's gaining on us."
"Then kill it," he simply said.
"It's not yet the time."
"We'll be there."
"Are we close?"
"No."
"How about now?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"No." Like big brother, like younger brother.
"Oh, man."
"We're here."