Second-day sunshine

Ugh, I have no idea as to why I'm up before 11 am, but here I am, without the power of coffee just yet. This might represent itself in the most non-wonderful of ways, but don't worry about my awkward wording and punctuation.

Since it's the only thing on my mind, I will be proud to announce that at the end of the night and at 8,178 words, chapter two has come to a finish (I know, I write very long chapters). On the other hand, I'm very not-proud of chapter two - last night when mother prohibited me of writing (damn it, I wanted to hit 10K before the end of the night, but what can you do - it was probably a smart move from her anyway, seeing that I was kind of reeling and missing punctuation and suchlike), I read the two of them over, and thought chapter 1 at least passable, and chapter 2 awful. Well, at least I wrote it, right, and can edit it after November, when I have all the time in the world... right?

So, once I get myself fully awake and everything, I should try to reach that 10K line, and most likely go past it. However, I should be at school today, technically - but I'm not, since it's Melbourne Cup Day tomorrow, and there were people who wondered if or not should they go to school, and most decided not to. Well, since we were going to do revision for the exams, anyway (the ones I'm so not concerned about), I figured that I could just not do revision at home instead of at school.

Anyway, here are a few more excerpts from chapter number two:

“Narrator, you say?” he asked, not quite as politely as Ada, but with enough courtesy not to sound rude - well, rude in a way that teenaged children would usually sound when unexpectedly arriving on an unknown island through a door that was supposed to lead into a mall, without recognising the surroundings and never having heard of an island with nothing but a giant door on it. Besides, and as he had said out loud, Narrator?

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The wind blowing past and washing over the small ship was warm and humid from the presence of water, Dee noted absently, as she observed the patterns the sun shining high left on the water. Equally absently she remembered that she had never really gotten to ask if the body of water they were crossing was a lake or a sea. It would have made more sense if it were an immense lake rather than a very small sea, however, since she recalled that when standing on the island with the door, she had been able to see the shore everywhere across the body of water. Well, it wasn’t worth trying to draw an answer from Rina, anyway - if they were really interested, they could always taste the water once they got to the shore. Dee didn’t exactly trust herself to bend over the rail and try to taste it now - firstly, she wasn’t that impatient, just a little hasty sometimes, and secondly, she would most likely just tumble over the rail and she didn’t even have dry clothing packed.

The five of them hardly even noticed that they had hit the shore, until Rhony and his heavy boots thumped down the stairs from where he had been steering the ship on its journey. He paused for a moment at the foot of the stairs, surprised, taking in the pile of two males and Sophie on the deck, and then glancing at his sister and Dee and Ada leaning onto the rail.

“You guys sure are quiet,” he commented, walking over to Sophie, Nicholas and Sebastian, prodding the latter with his boot to see if he were awake. Judging from the icy eyes flashing at him and Sophie mumbling in annoyance about Rhony obscuring her sun, the two of them were, indeed, conscious - but the third one, the boy with black hair, he was definitely sleeping. Rhony was delighted - he could deal with sleeping people.