Crownless: The Fallen World - Chapter 62
On the other hand, Cielle and Bonham were living a life of luxury.
Being so comfortable in the Treepine City, they decided to stay for a few more days. In the end, they stayed for a week and a half. They also didn’t forget to do their work—they just extended the time limit.
But, of course, the development between Cielle and Bonham didn’t go unnoticed by the family of the Treepine.
Janus was the first one to notice the stares Bonham gave Cielle whenever she wasn’t looking then would look away if he was caught staring.
It was one of the days where Bonham decided to take the initiative to talk to the female.
Cielle was learning how to cook and it was her turn to cook without her chemicals.
“Need a helping hand?” Bonham asked.
“Oh. Sure! Your help would be greatly appreciated. Can you cut those onions? It really made my eyes sting whatever I do.”
“Sure,” then he grabbed one huge white onion from the colander then started peeling it then cutting it so fast that the sound of the knife hitting the chopping board became inhuman.
“Woah… I never knew you cut that fast!” Cielle removed her attention from what she was cooking then watched the male cut more onions. She didn’t mind at all that she was being ignored.
“I’ve been wondering,” Cielle suddenly quipped, “Since when did you learn how to cook?”
“Since I was ten,” he replied shortly.
“I guess so. It’s only natural in my situation since I have to tend to myself with a little help from my parents.”
“Wait… you have been alone since you were young?!”
“Why are you curious anyway?” He handed the knife to her then continued, “I’m done. Just focus on cooking, Novalee.”
“Thanks for the help,” she smiled at Bonham, making him blush. He coughed then quickly turned his face away. He looked around, scanning the room if there were any people. Then he murmured , “It’s just a little help.”
From afar, Janus was watching them with squinted eyes. He rolled his eyes then went away to, probably, take care of the dining table.
When Cielle was done cooking, she made Bonham carry the pot over, earning a groan from the male, but he was quick to help anyway.
The appearance looked nice. What about the taste?
When they all sat together, Cielle was next to Bonham, preparing to eat the plated meal in front of them, Bonham suddenly asked, “What did you put in here?”
“Just normal things…” Cielle said as she sat, pressing her fingers together.
Taking their first bite, they instantly froze. Bonham, as usual, was the first one to complain.
“You! You put another unknown chemical here!”
“My chemicals are healthy! I thought of increasing your stamina and vitality for the mission!” She defended.
“Yeah, right! Healthy, my foot! Novalee shouldn’t be allowed in the kitchen. Forever.”
“How can you say that? Meanie…” Cielle pouted then sat on her chair, then tasted the food she made. It was really bitter yet sour. Why did she even cook? Is it bad to take a man’s health for her cooking?
Janus ate her food quietly but she could see how he did his best to not throw up. She was too. But then, Bonham complained but ended up getting another serving that made Cielle’s eyes twinkle in delight.
“Next time, just limit the chemical input…” he whispered, which made the female smile.
“How many days more?” Adelaide complained.
“A few days more. Let’s just wait until we see an island,” Axel replied.
They were in the middle of the ocean with little knowledge about what they put themselves into. Because of a storm, their path got off track and they never had any emergency maps. They only have one path and that was what they downloaded—only that.
Axel learned a lesson and that was to always make emergency options.
It wasn’t long until dusk came and a low rumble came from the sky. They knew, in that instant, that another storm would come. Of course, in each storm, they would never forget to record a documentary then write a report afterwards.
But this time, the rumbles became louder after the previous one. As if they were nearing the eye of the storm—it was frightening.
Clouds became thick and the stars weren’t visible anymore. They didn’t panic and that became the short end of the stick. After all, there was a downpour and the waves became hard, rocking the ship until it was almost toppled over.
They screamed in terror—quickly finding a small rescue boat. There was only one inflatable boat and was too small for them. Fortunately, there were enough life vests for them. It was enough if the ship sank.
Axel tried his best to gain signal to send a distress message to Hale. The others worked to get to their safety but some of them fell down when a big wave crashed onto the ship.
“Adelaide!” Trystan yelled when he saw the female went over the railing from the impact. He fumbly went as he tried to balance himself from the violently rocking ship.
Fortunately, Adelaide firmly grasped the bottom of the railing and he grabbed her as he tangled himself on the metal poles.
Pulling her up, Trystan hugged her tightly as he settled her down on the wooden floor.
Kaia was the one who let the anchor down as Julian helped her navigate the ship’s control. In the end, one of the propellers broke and it lit a warning.
Axel finally screamed in joy from the top of the ship, yelling, “I got it!” Then he stumbled.
He quickly sent their current position by latitude and longitude then the distress call. Hopefully, it will be sent before the ship sinks, if it ever sinks.
But it didn’t. The water calmed down and they were back on their steady feet. They have to clean the deck though, it was wet and slippery. They removed their life vests and continued tending to the ship.
They breathed out strong relief, wafting through their bodies.
“Okay! We have to–woah!!” Axel screamed when the ship completely toppled over like it was pushed from one side. Their bodies were thrown from the ship and when they opened their eyes underwater, they saw a giant anvil fish trying to swim its way to them, snapping its strong jaws and razor sharp teeth.