Читать книгу The Number 8 - Joel Arcanjo - Страница 12
Оглавление“Oh, so you’re a convict then, are ya?” This line and the commotion that came after it was what threw Dante out of his peaceful sleep.
“Shut your face, Viktor!” screamed a guy who he hadn’t met yet. He had dirty blond hair and a slightly darker beard. Dante could tell by his accent that he was Australian.
“What’s Carl saying?” Viktor mocked, turning towards James for a reaction. James obliged him.
“Something about shrimps and barbecues, I reckon,” James chuckled.
“Ignorant idiots!” Carl flew at Viktor and landed a couple of blows to the side of his head before anybody could intervene. James then threw out a huge tattooed arm and grabbed Carl tightly by the shoulder.
“I don’t like hurting people, but I will hurt you if you make another move,” he said menacingly, his eyes fixed on Carl.
Dante could see Carl weighing up his options and realizing pretty quickly that James had size and reach on him so he backed down, still glaring at Viktor who was grinning smugly from behind James’ gigantic left shoulder.
Mel had seen this and decided to stamp this kind of behavior out early. She called them both up to the front and spoke quietly enough that she wouldn’t be embarrassing them, but sternly enough to ensure it never happened again. Dante only heard one sentence of the lecture, but one sentence was enough in this circumstance.
“If this happens again, pack your bags, your tour’s over. Understood?”
They both nodded.
An eventful morning, Dante thought to himself.
Dante looked out the window and was hit by the bright sunlight. He raised his hand to block it as best he could. It was obvious they were coming close to the coast. Seagulls circled above and the salty scent of the ocean drifted in through the open window. Dante loved the ocean. He had lived there for years in his childhood. His cousins had been close by. Every day after school they would head over to the dunes just around the headland and roll down them, run down them, whatever they felt like on the day. He remembered how he had just sat there, after they had all gone home and stared at the sea. Rain or shine, he cherished that moment. But he could safely assume that he wouldn’t get that kind of time to himself for a while. Especially with Asmir around.
He turned to Asmir, “Hey. Thanks again man for getting me to come on this trip. I needed this.”
Asmir beamed at him and slapped him on his back. “We’re gonna have a good time. I’ll make sure of that.”
Dante laughed. If there was one thing that Asmir was good at, it was ensuring he had a good time. He couldn’t finish an assignment on time but he could take you on the night of your life.
Mel stood up at the front as he knew she would and announced, “Wipe your eyes and stretch those thighs, we’re here!”
There was a collective cheer which ended up more like a collective groan. Half the bus had been asleep and had not taken kindly to Mel on the loudspeaker.
This was it then. The start of the trip of a lifetime. It would be unforgettable.
