"C'mon. Yes keep up. We are almost there," Aaron growled and pulled Cassandra's husband from the lifeboat into the ship. The voice of the ocean whispered behind them, splashing on the boat and towing it from one side to the other. Nobody had tried fishing, but the jelly-like smell of the ocean made the stomach churn and cause nausea to the upper cavity of the body.
Anabel spat. She bit her thumbnail and studied the men who were still struggling to balance their weight on the deck of the air Tripler. Both men were a bag of skin and muscles and were round like an ice ball, with bulging potbellies twice the size of a seven-month pregnant mother. Unlike Chadwick, Cassandra's husband, Aaron had a brown color beard, shaved roughly to the skin in an identical fashion to his bare head.
