GUINNESSGIRL'S WRITING     PART 21
 
 
I packed up my art supplies.
"Here," I gave Tim the canvas he ruined, "Merry Christmas."
I loved making him feel guilty like that.
I looked through some of Avarice's stuff while she was below, packing her bags. The girl had real talent, I knew that. Probably even more so than me.
"PAUL!" She shouted at me and blushed as she took her work off me.
A peice of paper dropped to the floor, face up. I lent down and picked it up.
"Why aren't you there?" I asked pointing to the blank spot in the portrait of our group.
"I don't do self portraits," She shrugged and reached to take it off me.
I pulled away and put it in with my stuff. I'd fix it later.
"Bring in the mainsail!" Tim called. His Captain Blye thing he had going was cracking everybody up.
I stood and watched as he pordered everybody around.
GG and Twinkle grabbed hold of the docks so that Jules could climb ashore with the ropes. I should ahve seen it coming from a mile away.
As Jules was about to put all his weight on his shoreside foot, GG pushed her end of the boat away from the docks.
Even I laughed as Jules ended up in the drink. He looked less then impressed.
We passed the bags ashore via a human chain. I should have seen what come next aswell.
*SPLASH*
"Oops!" Jules said in mock surprise.
GG frowned and retireved her bag from the water. her clothes were all saturated now.
"Go on, you two!" I yelled, "Bugger off! I've had about enough of this."
GG walked to the cars and began drying her clothes out. I saw Jules disappear into a bottle shop, returning later with a grin on his face, placing a paper bag in the vehicle before returning to the boat.
"We'd better get Rich to hospital to see a doc," Skeeter told me as she and Twinkle helped Rich off the boat.
I laughed inwardly. Those girls had waited on him hand and foot since he'd become injured. He grinned at me and I rolled my eyes.
Unloading the boat of our luggage and our wounded took a little longer than expected, but it gave GG a chance to dry out her clothes. While she was waiting she went into a nearby cafe, probably to sulk. We got into the vehilce as she packed up her now dry clothes. I was worries, because she seemed less than upset about the whole incident, unlike before.
From the docks we managed to move on to find a camping shop.
"I don't camp," Sam frowned and folded her arms. Damn this girl was such a city slicker.
"Well, you can sleep in the vehicle, then," Tim didn't really care.
From Marseille we drove northward through Provence to Switzerland. As we moved further north, the weather that was not particuarly warm before turned rather sour.
The air had a real chill and the winds made it worse, as did the carry on between GG and Jules every time we stopped and got out.
We stopped for the night's sleep, but when we got up in the morning all hell broke loose.
"Go back to bed, you need more beauty sleep," GG directed at Jules.
"I probably could do with another hour or so, but I'll survive...unlike you, who needs at least 20 years," Jules retorted.
As if that wasn't bad enough...
Skeeter went to start the vehicle she was driving to warm the engine up.
"Uh, guys? It kinda isn't working."
"What's up, Skeet?" Sam walked over to her.
"Car's f---ed," Skeet replied.
"SHIT!" Tim cursed, "What else is going to f---ing well happen?"
I took out Av's sketch and did some work on it, while the others gathered under the hood.
"Well there's water in the oil and oil in the water," GG announced quietly as she walked back.
I think I nodded.
"Paul!" Tim called from the broken down vehicle, "I think there's something wrong here, we're all pileing into the one vehicle.
Great, I thought.
Well, we were just lucky that there was alot of room, plus a roof rack. I watched them all get organised while I sat and entertained myself.
"You coming, Paul?" TIm called as he started the vehicle up.
I walked over, knowing this was going to be hell.
"Ten people and one vehicle isn't good," Wiseman decided out loud.
GG, Av, Twinkle and Skeeter sat in the far back. Jules sat in the centre with Wiseman and Tim, while Rich drove with myself and Sam in the front.
"Tim? Did you fart again?" GG demanded.
"You are so feral," Jules shook his head in disgust before Tim could answer.
"I am not! This vehicle reeks an-"
"Of course not, you just lack....social graces."
"Whatever."
"Hey look everybody, GG's lost for words!!"
Those two were really bugging me.was a long silence.
"WHAT THE HELL!?" Jules yelled, I turned to see what was going on.
He sat there with the lid off a bottle of what I presumed was Congac and a wild expression on his face. Behind him, GG was stiffling a giggle.
"Try this, Paul," He handed me the bottle.
I drank and laughed. It wasn't congac, it was cold tea.
GG burst out laughing.
"Stupid little bitch!" Jules turned around and hurled abuse at her for a good ten minutes. GG was silent the whole time, the grin gone from her face.
"......And I will get you back....BIGTIME!" He finished by hurling the bottle out the window.
This was going to be a long ride.