As the midnight hour approached Nick and Bananny sat at the edge of the cliff, a bit dumbstruck in the cool evening breeze. Well, dumbstruck isn’t really an accurate adjective to use for the pair, ever, as they are naturally loquacious and rarely at a loss for words in any situation. They were, however, increasingly stricken by their current circumstances. The rest of the term we’ll leave to our gentle readers consideration but will argue it to be relatively accurate. And to be fair there were any number of moments of silent slack jawed disbelief as they stared out blankly into the darkness of the sea.
“So this is how it’s going to go down,” said Nick with a little chuckle and head shake.
“I know, I can’t believe it,” chimed in Bananny in her lilting, lyrical sing song patter. Her speaking voice was of such a melody that even disappointing words came out sounding chipper, “It sucks!!”
As Nick sat on the loveseat with Nattie’s lovely head resting in his lap, he looked past Bananny to the slumbering Carlton in his comfy hammock and wondered, “How did it come to this?” Thousands of miles had been travelled, countless sketchy financial schemes launched, any number of serious emotional blackmails forced, dodgy work arrangements dodged and family relationships leveraged to the hilt to bring this clan of congenital wanderers together.
And the evening had started so well…
