On a ledge of the ship, relaxedly stood a young lady who was facing the other side of sunrise. She had her head up straight watching the beautiful yellow sun coming up.
Like an African model, Babara gorgeously appeared in a country flag cloth tied around her sexy body when secretary Jamila and the bodyguard set their eyes on her.
"Th Th.. That's Madam Babara standing right there!" Panick and joy filled Secretary Jamila as she shuttered excitedly. "Why's she dressed like that though!?"
"She appears like on vacation at the balcony of a tall building in Paris," the bodyguard smiled on his response.
He was happy to see her boss in a healthy shape too.
Even though her eyes were focused on the rising sun, Babara Yen's ears and mind were attentively dedicated to the surroundings. And due to her advanced sense of hearing, she was able to hear clearly the discussion between secretary Jamila and the bodyguard in quite a long distance they're.
"But she seems fine!" Calmly the coast guard commented according to his own observation.
"Really!"
Secretary Jamila gave a nervous smile. "I can wait to get on that gigantic ship", she gave a nervous glance at the watch on her wrist.
For the case of the bodyguard, even though he was happy to see his boss alive and kicking, ready to meet her like she was fresh out of jail, the only way he was to fully settle his restlessness was after stepping back on the ship and stand right beside her. So, while they closed the gap at a high speed, in a nervous anticipation he twisted his face.
"From behind the ship...," actively the bodyguard directed the coastguards where to pass to be able to mount the ship.
"Only a warm hug can fix a broken bond _ I think am going to give her exactly that to confirm she is perfectly okay", in a small voice, nervously spoke secretary Jamila.
"Hey guys, it is high time you wake up!."
In a room within the kitchen chembers, the head chef woke up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Loudly thereafter, he made a wake-up call.
Four more other chefs who were asleep on decker beds in the same room, one after the other stretched their bodies and yawned from deep sleep that early morning when a loud voice from their supervisor reached out to their ears.
Sneaky on tiptoes, the head chef walked out of the bedroom into the kitchen and peeped to see whether Felix was still in a place where he expected him to be. "Oh!" Felix was still seated, asleep in the warm zone where he sat him at night to regain his head.
Back to the room, he drew closer to his team and whispered to them, "Mr. Felix spent the night right in our chembers. And as I speak to you right now, he's snoring right in the kitchen."
"You're kidding us, right!"
"The last time I knew, we don't have any beds in our kitchen!"
"Why when hes got a very fancy executive suite?"
"Of course and multiple better options!"
In wonder, the four sleepy looking chefs were concerned.
"Just like you guys, am green about why he chose to close himself in the cold room last night. He was dead freezing when I saved his stubborn life out of very high negative degrees."
"Is he on drugs or something?"
"Shhh..., better go slow with words. He better not hear you say that because, last night was my first time to face his angry eyes when I made kind of a related statement to yours... I still need to work on this ship," whispered the head chef to fellow chefs.
With strong eagerness, before they had their teeth brushed and bodies showered to refresh for the day, all five chefs routed to the kitchen to look at Felix.
"That's weird!"
"Scary weird", whispers filled the air amongst themselves within the kitchen.
"Did anyone of you see him passing?" Asked the head chef.
"Of course all of us saw him passing here in a hurry last evening."
"But I didn't!" Said the head chef.
"That's when you were in the rest room."
"Yeah, since he usually comes here to check what we have on menu for the day, none of us bothered," in a discussion, the chefs united.
From a distance, seated in the kitchen warm compartment, Felix opened his eyes awake on the chefs' continuous loud whispers. Red-handed, he caught them in a serious small voice conversation.
"Hey you!"
On top of his voice Felix made a strong shouted at them, an indication he had gotten better. Startledly, with all eyes eagerly on him, the five chefs maintained maximum silence.
"Has any of you been at deck from yesterday evening?"
"No!" Eagerly they replied with one voice.
CAPRICON CITY:
It was a rush hour on the streets of Capricon city that early morning. The roads were free from traffic. Pedestrians on point and drivers in cool cars finding make their to work places. Among these Pedestrians here were the two shabby hobos who had just become friends over night, Suxes and Kevin Moore.
Suxes lead the way upto infront of a majestic cafeteria where they both stood, in a distance eyes at the glass entrance.
"Me appearing here is a big mistake," Suxes said to Kevin while he gazing anxiously from a disatance at the cafeteria.
...
Too green about the situation, Kevin Moore, in his neanderthal manners took eyes off the cafeteria, looked at him, and then took eyes back to business, choosing to keep it simple by following the lead, as he tried to adapt his friend's body language.
With his super unshaved thick beard, him too made an anxious gesture. He squeezed his fingers together continously as if they itched, moved his legs back and forth on the ground he was standing, restlessly, same way Suxes was doing.
Eyes on the ground, like he was in a heap of thought, back up to the cafeteria entrence in guesture of impatience, several times exactly how Suxes was doing it, Kevin perfected the uniformity.
"What the hell! Are you crazy?" Suxes looked at Kevin Moore imitating his body language.
Amid Kevin Moore's playful manner, a lady smartly dressed in a cafeteria labeled outfit walked out of the cafeteria on very quick feet heading their way.
Like a cobra bitten on its tail, her face frowned angrily as she approached.
"Hope I survive today," Suxes' tension raised as soon as the lady appeared and his haert raced uncontrollably.