Tale of the TwinsTahu slowly raised the sail. Morning number eight. The first few days were uneventful. He still wasnt the best at steering a sail boat but passable. Tahu thought theyd be doomed if they sailed into a storm. Of course then little miss rahi would take over. He thought. Pyroa was better at steering then he was but she refused to. Right now, she wasnt even in the boat.Tale of the Twins6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tahu felt the wind begin to pull the boat along its course. Pyroa wouldnt lose the boat. She was only out hunting and would return soon. Tahu sat down near the tiller and just relaxed. As if on cue a fish fell and hit him in the face. GAH! He shouted, standing up suddenly and almost falling off the boat. Real graceful real graceful. Pyroa said, landing lightly. Tahu threw the fish back at his sister. Im only eating stuff like that when we run out of supplies. He told her as she dove into her meal, eating it raw. Tahu winced as he watched.