Getting to the Island

Narrator POV

The Hull was promptly picked up by an awaiting seaplane, which was an extremely vintage design to put it mildly, hell! It even used a propeller!

Even more stunned than when he saw the starry skies, Senior just gawks at it like he just saw the hottest thing ever.

Kylie, started growing impatient and quite jealous, she started waving her hands in front of his face trying to gain his attention, only partially succeeding.

Both Senior and Kylie realize that she has been acting differently lately, she's been showing emotions which were considered bad or even sinful, like impatience and jealousy, or something along those lines.

They got into the Short Empire seaplane, which featured several cabins.

They found their way into the farthest one, hearing the faint talking in some of the cabins, from passengers in their own space ship and other passengers from other space ships that this plane was meant to pick up.

Overhearing one of them, Kylie hears that it was the group they sat with, and they were giggling about youth and love, and her face flushes heavily, which once again, confuses Senior. But since he was too dumb and tired to care, he just muttered away like a madman and fell asleep.

The onboard speakers suddenly came to life and start talking about flight safety and the plane pushes forward in life once more, this makes Senior once more shoot out and look around, wondering where he was, before seeing Kylie looking at him with a raised eyebrow and a mischievous smile on her face for some reason.

He then quickly looks out the window and admires the dark blue ocean for the rest of the journey to their destination, a larger island airport that will connect them to their island or actually their atoll, which was named Ligma's Atoll for some weird yet perfectly reasonable reason.

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Senior POV

This time, instead of going by plane we were told that due to the island being too small to fit a runway as well as the infrastructure to refuel such a plane, we'll have to go by boat.

I guess that Kylie did the bare minimum of what I wanted but that didn't matter, I would've done the same if I was as lovesick as she was considering how she looks like a sad puppy every time she tries to do something to me in the Unloading Center.

"Don't do anything suspicious until we get on the boat and are a good halfway there, and we'll talk about the do and the don'ts of having a robot trying to get all over me, OK?" I say.

She slowly nods her heads head, and then drags me to pier where a small amphibious landing craft was waiting for us.

"Hey, you know that nobody is here to drive the ship, and the keys missing," I say

"No problem."

"What do you me-"

Suddenly the ship accelerates more than its designed to and the ocean wind starts blasting my face like we were in the middle of a storm, not like it was a perfect sunny day.

"You know, I'm OK with petty theft, wait this ISN'T PETTY THEFT but something I'm really against is going AGAINST THE CARBURETOR AND THE FUCKING TRANSMISSION AND THE ENGINE!" I holler, and I know full well that she heard me, considering her smug smile got significantly larger with every word I spit out.

I sit down and wait for her to slow down the ship a little, at the same time I pray that I don't suffer from seasickness, or worse, something going wrong with the driving system. There's a reason why the boat doesn't let you go full speed, and I feel like a reason is rising from my guts...

When the boat slows down, I stop thinking and simply sigh, "At least make sure that the law doesn't chase us here, the point of going here was to enjoy some rest, perhaps permanently.

"Yeah, don't worry I purchased it before I-" Kylie starts.

" 'Stole' it?" I interject

She snickers and nods.

"You know, for being a sentient computer, you really don't follow the law codes," I remark.

She snorts, "They aren't my in directive, they're yours, and you do just as poorly, if not worse than I do! You've literally robbed small fortunes of cash from Bank of Dank for years!" She exclaims.

I freeze up, how does she know!? Oh wait, she probably knows everything about me, she's probably my one and only stalker, and she just happens to be the best in the world, it would take whole groups and forums working in sync to keep up with her...

After about an hour and a half, a small atoll, mostly flat but covered with trees in the middle starts approaching.

"Are we here?" I ask.

She nods and starts inflating the amphibious ballast tanks.