Chapter 42 This Is Ridiculous
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According to her, once it descends into the water, it created the most beautiful music luring in mermaids.
It could easily implode Dad's spirit box.
I had to work hard not to roll my eyes.
"You can start that thing up. It's better beforehand so we don't miss anything. I brought extra batteries and memory to last us a week. We'll be fine," Mom continued, pointing to the camera inside Harris's hands. "Lachlan, keep an eye on that sensor."
"Right on it," Lachlan saluted, taking a long sip from his bottle of ginger ale. "I'll let you know if we have anything incoming."
Sighing, I leaned forward and rubbed my bare arms. "So, now what?"
"Now we wait," Harris answered. "Might be a while, but we without a doubt will walk away with something tonight."
"Let's hope it'll be the great catch," Mom winked, testing the large contraption set up at the rear side of the boat. It consisted of a large net, held together at the top with two poles and a thick rope to pull it close at the side if something decided to get caught in it.
"How are you so confident you'll get anything?" I asked. "I mean, you do have pictures and such, but that doesn't prove much."
"We've got plenty, don't you worry," Harris grinned. "Why don't you have a little faith? Tonight you'll learn there are more out there than what you've grown up to know."
I raised both brows, sinking back into my seat as Harris pulled out a bag of Skittles. He tore it open and held it out to me. "Want some?"
I put out my hand, and a wave chose that moment to hit the base of the boat, sending us bobbing up and down on the water. This caused both me and Harris to fall to our sides and sent bright, tiny balls of candy to bounce wildly across the deck.
He laughed, pushing himself up and held out the remainder of the Skittles. "Good thing I brought a few of those."
I smiled, thanking him, and stuffed them into my mouth. When I finished chewing I pointed toward one of the spotlights. "Those will scare them away. That is if there is anything here."
"Fish are attracted to bright things," Mom said, rummaging through the backpack I packed with our food. She withdrew a sandwich and unwrapped it. "I already explained that to you. Wait it out. You'll see it will work."
Mom used her free hand to pluck out another sandwich and held it out to me. "Want one?"
"No thanks. I'll have some later." All the shaking was making me nauseous. The candy helped eased it somewhat, but my stomach still felt off.
"Right then." She placed it back into the backpack. "Guess now we wait."
I released a deep sigh, plucking up my Kindle, and switched the screen back on. I might as well read if I won't get startled by every other wave shaking the crap out of our boat.
That, and if the motion sickness didn't get to me. I knew reading in this state was a bad idea, but I never said I was smart. I'll regret this later.
We waited.
And waited.
It was past midnight when I succumbed to exhaustion, grabbed the small blanket I brought with, and made myself comfortable on the same spot I'd been sitting.
I could sleep in the cabin, but I was too paranoid with the boat bumping violently.
You know, in case Mom was wrong and it gets knocked over, I didn't want to get trapped inside.
