Chapter 139: Shock
Whole night Dune's eyelids hung heavy, his mind fogged like a window left too long in the rain. It had probably been more than a day since he last slept.
His back leaned against the cold, see-through platform, his eyes flickering up toward the rippling ocean above.
That damn thing was going to fall again, he just knew it. And this time, he doubted he'd have the strength to hang on.
His stomach growled, loud and angry. Right. He was also starving.
"Okay... okay... think, idiot. You either find a way down... or die up here when another calamity decides to dive-bomb on your head."
There had to be a way off this death trap. If he stayed, he was finished. But the thought of falling down again, hoping gravity might flip a second time and save him? Risky didn't even begin to cover it.
Worst of all he didn't even know what was below him.
He glanced to his side, seeking some kind of emotional support.
Dune blinked. He turned slowly, just in time to spot the tiny, white-feathered thing flapping its goofy wings and soaring into the distance.
"What," Dune muttered.
The bird flew higher, flapping away like it was late for something.