Finally–finally–I managed to break five hundred words in a sitting. Given that I had finished churning out a recap that took longer than I imagined–honey, they all take longer than I imagine–and I was feeling the Brain Dead Blue creeping up on me something fierce, I got into the point because there was something that needed addressing.
Kerry admitted that he was a touch rattled on the flight out to Marker One, and it was because he didn’t like zipping along at high speed a couple of hundred meters above the sea. This is the same kid who, a year and a half earlier, traveled on the same kind of broom at nearly the same speed, and did it a few meters above the ground with trees all around him, while also negotiating a couple of curves and another flier. He wasn’t thinking about what he did then, and ever weekend he goes out and doesn’t think about doing the same thing, or that he’s crashed into the ground at speeds that, were he a Normal kid doing the same, he’d likely die.
Why is he a bit rattled? Simple:
(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015, 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)
“It’s—” The rain and cold, misting air make Kerry’s blush all the more brighter. “It’s not that I’m traveling so close to the water at high speed, because, like you said, I’ve went that fact a couple of hundred meters over land. It’s that the land is so far below the surface. We go in the water and you don’t just lay there waiting for pickup—” He gulped. “You sink.”
“I understand perfectly.” Annie removed her right glove and let it hang by it’s attachment cord as she caressed his face. “Being a mountain girl, I’m not all that comfortable being on the water, either.” She looked down as she blushed. “I’ve never been on a boat. And other than the few excursions we’ve made over water while at school, this is the first time I’ve been out to sea.” Annie began chuckling “You do understand that flying at high speed a few hundred meters over the ocean is a psychological ploy, right?”
He nodded. “I kinda got that feeling. Everything they’re putting you through is designed to rattle you in some way.”
“The flying doesn’t bother me, but—” Annie quickly slipped on her glove. “The rain makes it feel colder.”
“It’s not just the rain.” Kerry clenched his arms tight around his torso. “The water temperature is like minus two Celsius, and it’s acting like a heat sink—at least that’s true here in the Gulf of Maine.” He pointed towards the mist in the east. “The Gulf Stream is way out there, so we don’t get all that warm southern water here. It feels colder out here than it would over land because everything below us is colder.”
Kerry’s problem is pretty straight forward: he has a small fear of drowning. Crashing into the sea at high speed he could handle–it’s the sinking to the bottom that kinda freaks him out. And here we learn something new as well: Annie’s never been on a boat. Planes, yes. Brooms, for sure. Flying free on her own: she’s doing it now. A boat? Nope, not even once. Which means at some point I gotta get these kids on a boat. Cue The Lonely Island–
And Kerry is once again right: the Gulf of Maine is cold, and that’s due to the influence of the Labrador Current bringing cold water down from Greenland and Northern Canada. It sets up a barrier that prevents warming from the Gulf Stream, so the Gulf of Maine tends to remain cold though the majority of the year.
Yeah, that picture is a pretty good approximation of what they’re seen, though it’s just a bit nastier than that. And they’re floating above it like it’s no big deal. As Annie pointed out, keeping the kids out here is probably a psychological ploy of Vicky’s, and both kids know this. So best to concentrate on each other and ignore the water below.
However, Annie does bring up something else:
Annie checked the collar of her parka, making certain it was secure. It was only after discussing the temperature of the water that she felt the chill. “This isn’t as bad what you went though back in December.”
“That whole flight—” He shook his head. “Oh, man: The Polar Express isn’t going to be easy. It’s going to be like a lot like this, only a little—”
“Could be. I didn’t say anything, but during the debriefing the next day Vicky told us not to fly back like that again.” Kerry glanced around the featureless ocean. “She said if we tried a five hundred kph run back in temps like we hit coming back from Nova Scotia for more than a couple of hours we’d probably end up dead, and she didn’t want to go searching about Canada for our bodies.” He watched the waves slip by to the southeast, driven by the wind. “I don’t want to be one of those people.”
There was only one thing Annie could add to her soul mate’s statement. “I do not want you to be one of those people, either.”
Vicky’s voice broke thought their thoughts. “Salem Final Solo, this is Flight Deck. How you holding up? Over.”
Annie didn’t move away from Kerry as she gave the reply with a warm smile. “Flight Deck, this is Salem Final Solo. We are holding up just fine. Over.”
During the kid’s C Levels The Polar Express is going to become something of a deal. Kerry will fly it, and Annie will deal with Kerry being out there in the arctic wilds of Canada almost alone for three days. This is the first time he’s admitted it’s not going to be easy, and he’s saying aloud that he doesn’t want to do anything stupid that could get him killed. Though it hasn’t happened in some time, students have died during The Polar Express–but then, we’ve already seen students die in the process of defending the school. Shit does happen, even to my witches. And they both know how dangerous said shit can get.
Kerry is not the only one who knows next school year can bring at least one nasty event. Annie knows it, too, and she’s ready for some down time. She does want to find an environment more conducive to, well, relaxing.
You’ll get it soon enough, young lady.
First you gotta get through the flight.