Anathema - The Curse

"I don't think this is a good idea, guys." Grace whimpers.

"Grace, we need to get on land. Humans aren't made to survive in water." Noah states quietly.

"But-Hey, maybe we could just stay here and call someone for help. We still have our phones!" Grace exclaims.

Everyone frowns at Grace. When it feels like Luca might make another idiotic comment to annoy Grace, I know I need to step in.

"Grace, I know you are scared, we all are. But being scared isn't going to help. Look the phones probably won't work as they are either damaged due to water or they won't catch a signal here. As Noah said, we can't just stay here on water." I say in a consoling voice.

"But-But…" Grace stutters.

"Look Grace, Swastik is right." Anya says.

"But their idea isn't good." Grace whines.

"Do you have any better ideas, then?" Gregor snaps.

Great! Now Grace looks like she is going to break down and cry. I glare at Greg in that way- the glare that says 'Thanks, dummy, but we don't need this right now.'

Gregor just shrugs.

Uh! I hate his guts right now!

"Gracie, listen to me. We need to get on land. Swastik, Noah and I are very strong swimmers as compared to the rest of you. Our idea of the three of us pushing this floating wing towards the land is the best idea we could come up with. Nothing will happen to us nor will we let anything happen to you, understood?" Luca says in a deep, calm voice.

Did Luca the joker just console someone? It's unbelievable.

For a minute, Grace just stares at Luca and then nods shakily.

"Understood?" Luca sternly asks.

"Understood." Grace whimpers.

"Good." Luca replies while the rest of us stare at their conversation in awe and confusion.

"What?" Luca snaps.

We just shake our heads.

"Let's get going then." Luca growls.

That's just what we do. While Greg and the girls sit on the wing, Noah, Luca and I get into the water and push it with all of our might and swim in the cold sea water.

The girls and Greg direct us while we swim. Now this might seem like an easy task but it was not. The already heavy wing was made heavier by the added weight of some bags, the girls and especially Gregor.

After three breaks and swimming what feels like a hundred mile we reach the shoreline.

As soon as we touch the ground, the girls and Greg get down and help us carry the wing to the white sand beach. Luca, Noah and I sit on the sand and try to control our shivering yet heavy breathing.

"I feel... like we still… are in… water…" I try to get the words out.

"Same…" Luca says with a shivering breath and trembling teeth while Noah just nods.

The girls and Greg settle beside us and look out towards the sea.

"I don't think I will ever board a flight again if we get back home." Gregor grits out through clenched teeth.

Same thoughts here, friend.

Same thoughts here.