Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. This is crazy. Why must we wait so long for everything in this place? It’s almost like a custom. Yes. Instead of greeting a visitor, you make them wait and wait and wait. Perhaps this is some insane way of showing respect. The longer they leave you waiting, the higher the respect they show.
Wouldn’t surprise me. Nothing here would surprise me.
Or maybe it’s more sinister. Maybe whoever manned the black ship is trying to wear us down so we’ll pose little threat when they show up. If that’s the case, they’re making a mistake. Despite the uncertainty, I’m managing to rest up and regain lost energy. I’m ready for anything. So is Armbranch.
Neither of us, though, have any heart to investigate this place further. Not yet, anyway. At times we can hear noises coming from the tunnels, whispers, creaks, groans, and something that sounded like a heavy breath. The sounds are hard to place. It could as well be the whine of a breeze instead of a living thing. We’ve taken precautions anyway. We’ve barricaded the top of the stairs with furniture and made a pile of pots, pans, jars, and other assorted oddments to toss down if anything gets to close. I won’t use the gun, though. For now, we’ll rely solely on intimidation to defend ourselves.
And what happens if nothing comes and we’re left marooned here?
It’s something I don’t want to think about right now. As a last resort, I suppose we can always send the Golden Eyes a message and hope they can help.
God, I miss the boat and Captain’s banter. We should have stayed on board until the black ship came. At least then we’d have an idea of what we’re up against.