Snippet #1424335

Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean

James looked out over the ocean speeding past them, half wishing he could just stay where he was, back on his island, where he was safe and sound. 'Well, if you think about it you wouldn't be very safe would you?' He thought, remembering the darkness would just come for him. James was in a speedboat, owned by one of the few people he could call friends. He had let him go in the speedboat as long as he could come too. Not to the actual place he was going, just the dock he would stop at. James closed his eyes and listened, listened to the sound of the sea-

" So, what are you in such a hurry to get to America for?" His friend asked.

" I just feel like it, like I need to get there, you know what I mean Charlie?" James replied.

Charlie shrugged and turned the boat slightly. James looked ahead, it was in view.