TALE SPIN: SUB-MEDITERRANEAN SEAWRECK BALOO
story by jb
The following story is based on the television series, characters and situations
created by Jymn Magon & Mark Zaslove, Tale
Spin © 1990, 1991 Walt Disney Company/Buena Vista Television. Fan-fiction
story and non-Tale Spin characters are
creations of the author and may not be used without permission. This is a work
of fan-fiction using characters and property of the Walt Disney Company without
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Rebecca adjusted the front drawstrings of her white cotton poet
nightshirt into a bow where the V-neckline
was trimmed with a Battenburg lace collar, had pleated cuffs and the shirttail
hem hung above her knees. She still felt some of the bruises Katie had given her
in the ship’s gymnasium, but all in all was glad that they managed to resolve
If only, she thought, it
wasn’t so darn painful…
She had prepared her stateroom for the two vixens with an extra cot that
After fixing her nightshirt, the she-bear noticed near
“That lute,” she asked the archaeologist, “do you play?”
“It’s an oud,”
“Oh, she’s just being modest,” said Katie who emerged from the
bathroom just then. “This lady can play the oud
that would put Orpheus to shame.”
Rebecca looked at the tall vixen’s nightdress. Speaking
Katie wore a sheer black bias-cut silk sleeping gown with a navy blue and
violet burnout floral velvet pattern that
teasingly covered the strategic areas of her chest and lower torso. The neckline
was low-cut in the back; the front bodice featured a slit framed with black lace
just below her bust and the ruffled shoulder straps were accented with an
adjusting blue satin bow ribbon, including pinked seams and a rolled hemline.
The negligee was flimsy enough to see almost everything,
making the businesswoman, despite looking quite feminine in her nightshirt; feel
a little bit…well, inadequate.
Cellophane wrap is less revealing
than that, she thought.
Oh, please, the voice in her
head responded. What about those sheer things in your
lingerie drawer you haven’t worn in a dog’s age back home, Miss Bluenose?...
Come to think on it, it has been
awhile since I wore them. Too bad – maybe I should often…provided there was
anyone worth wearing them for…
“C’mon, Myra,” Katie continued as she strutted over to her bed
while Rebecca ran these thoughts, “play us something…how about my favourite
– the one you played in the room we shared at Foxford University a couple of
years back during our residency there?”
“Oh…okay,” conceded the petite vixen, putting on her glasses and
taking the oud onto her lap as she sat on the edge of her cot. After a little
tuning and a strum of one riff, she played Chanson
Anonyme. Here and there, she melodically hummed along to the tune before
finishing her roommates applauded
“Bravo, Doctor,” said Rebecca. “If
you ever get tired of archaeology, there’s always the concert stage.”
“Please,” Rebecca and Katie encouraged.
“…and that, girls,” concluded Katie, “is why I never became a
The trio laughed until the she-bear stopped abruptly, reacting to a sharp
pain in her lower back.
“I think I got whacked a little too hard down there.”
Rebecca winced, rubbing her sore spot tenderly.
“Sorry about that,” Katie said, crawling off her bed and going over
to the she-bear. Kneeling behind her, she moved her hands down her back.
“Maybe I can help. Is it…here?”
Feeling about, Katie hit the right spot to which Rebecca drew in air
sharply between her teeth.
“Okay, now…” the vixen instructed, now strategically but gently
placing one hand on the sore spot and the other arm wrapped around the
she-bear’s upper chest, “…hold real still.”
“Alright,” Rebecca said tentatively. What’s
she going to do?...
With a swift jerk upwards, Katie pushed the businesswoman’s spine
forwards, followed by a crick and a sharp twinge that she gave out a short yelp. The
archaeologist then let go of her.
“Well?” she asked.
The pain that had bothered her had disappeared, much to the she-bear’s
“Better…thanks,” she replied, rotating both shoulder blades freely.
“My back hasn’t felt that good since I had my daughter. Did you learn that
from Master Yuen?”
“No, from a Macadamian camel driver. He liked his steeds with straight
Rebecca chuckled. It had been far too long since she had the pleasure of
being with like-minded women again. With running Higher for Hire and raising
Molly, she kept a very small circle of friends. It was a little strange, but not
unpleasant to expand it to include the
curvaceous vixen she once felt … a little uncomfortable around.
“You know, this is really
fun,” she commented. “It’s kind of like a slumber party.”
“Same for me,” said
“Not me,” Katie said. “I was an only child and never experienced
those kinds of things, not even during my university or post-graduate days.
Spent most of my life roaming all over the globe
with my folks, then on my own. I’ve had some problems with being social with
other people – or being polite.”
“No offence, Katie,” said Rebecca. “But I find that very hard to
believe that for someone that…”
“…looks the way I do?” she finished. “Believe me; I can be
anti-social at times, especially when it comes to men. Most of them just look at
this,” casting a hand over her svelte figure, “and they got one thing on
their minds. It became easy to just alienate myself and concentrate on my
career…that was, until I met Baloo.”
Rebecca was caught off guard with that remark. W-what’s
that supposed to mean?
“Meaning…?” she said, raising an eyebrow.
“Relax,” the vixen chuckled a little. “It isn’t what you think.
Surely, he’s told you how we first met?”
“Only the main points. Something about an archaeological find in a
desert somewhere with Louie, both trying to see if they could get the treasure
and the girl at the same time,” she ended with a smirk.
“Well… that much is true,
he and Louie did act like a couple of
girl-crazy buffalo, but in the
end they proved to be real friends, something I hadn’t had before. Although I
have to say, I didn’t show that much of a proper appreciation for them last
“So nothing really…happened?”
“Other than getting my respect, trust and gratitude – no.”
Rebecca felt relieved for some reason.
Besides, Katie thought,
you don’t want to know what I was feeling at the hotel room back in
“Can I be candid with you, Rebecca?”
“Do you want to know the real reason why I wanted to hire Baloo to be part of the recovery expedition for the Cache of Molta?...”
“I…assumed it was because you’re old friends and you trust him?”
“That, plus I’ve heard from…certain circles that he was now working
for, and I quote; some ‘pushy dame whose got a collar on him,’ unquote.”
Rebecca felt offended by that statement. Who says I got a collar on
“I was curious. So I headed for
The alpine vixen folded her arms across her chest and smiled.
“I have to say, I’m impressed with the both of you.”
The businesswoman was taken aback by this compliment. “M-me?”
“Yes. Rebecca, the guy I met years ago in Ghaphia was definitely
a different person compared to the one I went on the town with that night back
And who came so close to sweeping me off my feet that night…
“Trust me, Katie…Baloo’s not that perfect. You’ve seen his
bedside manner, but you’ve never seen his bad
side manner. He can be lazy, crude, messy, egotistical…”
“So then why put up with him?” asked the vixen coyly. Besides,
have you never heard of “opposites attract”? Every schoolchild knows that
Rebecca narrowed her eyes. “Are we going to go through that again?”
“Oh, come now,” said
“And sometimes it’s downright annoying,” she muttered, then said:
“look, girls…Baloo and I…we’re just very good friends and business
associates and that’s about it. Besides, he’s…really not my type.”
“You should meet my parents.
My mother’s Aridian, my father’s Britannian. Two totally different people
and from different cultures, yet they’ve been married for forty-seven years
and still in love. Compatibility isn’t everything.”
“It…it is for me,” Rebecca said pointedly. Feeling a little
constricted in her throat and her lower lip trembling for some reason, she
stepped away from the vixens, heading towards the window and looked out of it.
The she-bear continued staring out the window and sighed.
“I…I was married once. I met my husband in university. It all seemed
idyllic at the time. He was everything I wanted: smart, funny, kind and
loving…practically got engaged by our junior year, had the wedding straight
after graduation and Molly a year later.”
“So what happened?” Katie asked.
“I don’t know…two-and-a-half years later, I was dusting the living
room in the house we lived in one day and I came across my university diploma
hanging on the wall with my bachelor’s degree in business.
I looked at it for the longest time and said to myself: ‘For this,
I went to business school, being a housewife??’ It was right there and then I
wanted something more from my life that just cooking, cleaning, washing and
“When I discussed about going to get my MBA through night school…my
husband wasn’t entirely thrilled about the idea. He told me I already had a
job – being a wife and mother.”
“Oooh – ouch,”
interjected the redhead.
“Exactly,” Rebecca continued. “I said that I didn’t work my butt
off for four years to get my very hard-earned diploma in business just to end up
waxing floors and ironing shirts forever. Even though I would pay for the course
and all that, he said he wanted someone that’ll be there for him at the end of
the working day from his nine-to-five
accounting job, not someone who’ll give him a ‘part-time’ marriage.”
“I told him that marriage was about give and take and he had to do the
same, but it all went downhill from there. He started coming home
late…discovered his shirts had the scent of heavy perfume on them
and he denied anything was going on. Then, he went on a business trip one
day and I got a separation letter from a lawyer, from goodness knows where
a week later. The jerk didn’t even give me the chance to contest our
marriage or anything like that.”
“Six months afterwards, I
got my…divorce papers, practically leaving me with next to nothing, other than
the house that we lived in. Not even child support or alimony. I haven’t seen
nor heard from him since…”
Quiet fell in the room in the
pause that followed as the she-bear gulped. There…I
finally said it after all this time. That dreaded D-word…
“Me too,” added Katie.
“Hey… I have no regrets, really – not now, anyway. I think we got
married too young…but it sure wasn’t easy telling Molly, who was
three-and-a-half at the time, that her daddy wasn’t going to live with us
anymore and that she had to keep it a secret from people we didn’t know well
enough. But by then, my father got sick. So I sold the house and got whatever
money I could get from it, moved back with my parents and juggled between being
his nurse and getting my MBA for the next eighteen months until Dad died. After
all of that, I decided to make a clean break and move back to
“You’re a stalwart woman, Rebecca Cunningham,” Katie commented.
“But, you know, most women are always trying to find that ‘Mister Right’
or wait for him to show up and most of the times, it’s not realistic. You took
charge of your life, while many in your position wouldn’t have. Bravo.”
Yes, the she-bear thought, but
still, the idea of having someone
would be nice…
“Well, I don’t need that anymore,” she said, returning back to her
friends and flopping onto Katie’s bed. “I’ve learned how to be my own
“Even if it gets lonely?” asked
“I used to think that too,” said Katie. “After Ghaphia, I learned
that sometimes I need a little help from my friends. I
realized at that time that the older I get, it does tend to get…lonely out in
the field after awhile.”
Rebecca looked at her. She’s got the body that could stop traffic on land, air and water. How could someone like her possibly get lonely?
“You don’t look it.”
“Hey, last time I checked, I’m still
a woman. I like dressing up as well. I put on one silk stocking at a time,
just like you do. The khaki outfit’s got to come off sooner or later, even if
it is hard to be treated with respect like a person and a professional in
skirts, let alone in slacks.”
“Sister…I know what you mean.”
The archaeologist then put her arm around the businesswoman’s shoulder
and smiled warmly. “So you see, Rebecca…you,
Luckier? That’s open for
“Don’t you ever see him as a man,
Rebecca reflected on that last statement. As inundated with immaturities
as her pilot was, he was interesting to be with. Conning her sometimes to detour
to Louie’s… …going out to the movies with the kids…dining and
dancing with him on occasion. But she could never call some of those things they
did together as dating. More like the
term she used with Molly, going out
together. It didn’t sound like it was something serious back then.
Now, that term seemed a bit silly and blushed at that.
“He can be…fun to be with,
“You got to have a life, too,” Katie interjected. “Then again, I
could say the same for myself, being a working girl and all that.”
“Same here,” added
“But, do we really need men in our lives to feel complete and
accomplished?” mused Rebecca.
A sea of silence floated as
all three ladies contemplated on this, which they all responded in unison:
Their merriment could be heard down the corridor, right to where Baloo
and Kit’s stateroom was. Kit rolled over onto his stomach and sighed. The
old saying is true, he thought. ‘Put
three women together and you get a noise.’
“Sounds like they’re cluckin’ it up at the ol’ hen party
tonight,” muttered the pilot.
“Papa Bear,” asked the navigator, not too surprised that he was
awakened by the ladies’ mirth as well, “what could be so darn funny
to make women laugh like that?”
“Whatever it is that makes gals laugh like that, Kit. Like I said back
there, who can figger ‘em out anyways?”
Kit thought about that. “Ah…so,
how come we don’t make jokes about them?”
“‘Cuz there ain’t nothin’ funny ‘bout ‘em, Ace.”
Both males snickered in the
Down a gilded staircase Rebecca
descended with grace and style, all eyes in the fancy-looking ballroom focused
on her. Although everyone and everything was in black and white, her glowing
gold-lame taffeta evening gown with a
flower décolleté-centred from the straps at each side around her neck and
pleated hem and trail with a front slit was the only thing in colour here and
she knew it with smug satisfaction.
A bandoneon’s chords began the strands, in which the rest of the
ballroom orchestra soon followed with an Arabesque version of “Tango
Jalousie.” As the dancers gathered on the floor, the businesswoman casually
looked around until a well-dressed gentlemanly figure approached her, his
features concealed in shadows and lights.
Their eyes met, no words were spoken.
He offered his hand…
She understood by answering with a sultry look from under her
Stepping theatrically into the tall, dark stranger’s arms, they tangoed
across the floor to the rhythm with expertise and passionate movements that made
them the centre of attention.
As they danced, Rebecca felt her heartbeat quicken dancing with her
mystery partner. There was something in his presence, his moves that set her
mind at ease, something so familiar about him…
And something that felt so…so right…
When her partner dipped her at the end of music, it made her aflame with
desire in her soul. The other dancers applauded but she didn’t hear the
clapping. It was all just her and her dancing partner, whose face slowly became
more and more recognizable.
The she-bear’s face broke into a delightedly demure smile, as she
gently caressed his muzzle and expelled a pleasurable sigh.
Rebecca’s eyes popped wide open.
She gently rose from her pillow; her pulse still beating rapidly and a
faint trace of perspiration that made her nightshirt cling to her body. Looking
over her roommates in the dark, Katie was lightly snoring while
She looked at the nightstand clock, reading two o’clock in the morning.
Needing to clear her head, Rebecca got out of bed, stepped into her
fluffy white slippers and put on her purple bathrobe with the white hem and
cuffs, loosely tying it up. Grabbing her stateroom key, the she-bear walked
toward the door, unlocked it and stepped out, locking it behind her.
Walking along the Prowler’s
lit corridors; she could hear the ship’s engines running. Passing by some of
the nightshift sailors, they politely acknowledged her and she in turn replied
the same. Frankly, the businesswoman was impressed with the seamen’s manners,
considering their reputations with women.
Earlier, Katie had told her that they were under specific orders to be on
their best behaviour towards them while they were onboard. No catcalls,
whistling or indecent comments, said a communiqué from Khan himself via Captain
Hotspur – or else.
tiger’s word can be far-reaching, Rebecca thought. And with that, it gave
her a most unpleasant shiver up her spine...
Walking casually along the deck, she looked upward at the full moon and
the constellations that sparkled above. The last time she looked at the night
sky like this was when Captain Stansbury had romanced her at Louie’s
Place. His ghost no longer haunted her memory and within a few months after
that encounter, she’d sold the painting of him that had been hanging in her
room without regret. Too many memories attached to it.
He promised he’d wait for her. But…could she
wait for him?
Don’t be so ridiculous, Rebecca…promises from a dead man are about as
reliable as those marriage vows from that no-good ex of mine. Or the other men
since that have come and gone…
She stopped by the railing, leaned over and stared at the still-dark
horizon. In that while, she went over that…dream she’d just had. At first
she dismissed it with all that talk over Baloo that filled up her head and just
subconsciously planted itself.
Then she guiltily confessed to herself: It’s
not the first time I’ve dreamt of him like…that.
The businesswoman then made a mental list comparing her pilot with her
ex-husband, but it was no use. Neither
one was anything like the other...
However, she agreed that her ex wasn’t as worldly-wise as Baloo, or had
an adventurous spirit or jocular sense of humour, all of which she’d come to
appreciate even if it occasionally drove her up the wall with his laidback
attitude to life. In the beginning she tried to change that, mostly not
succeeding. But she had learned that sometimes his mannerisms proved to be more
of a benefit in certain situations and strangely enough, often she found
I wonder…if I had pushed it
enough, would a certain…“spark” about him diminish? And what kind of a
pilot would I have then?...I’d hate to think of the consequences. I may get a
better worker perhaps, but not a better…friend.
Plus he is a much better
dancer than my ex-husband,
she wryly added.
Over time, he was a lot more understanding and respectful of her goals
and dreams, even her privacy. Baloo knew full well when to leave
certain…things alone with her personal life from the very beginning, for which
she was grateful.
She had earned a certain comfort level with him and admitted she kind of liked
the way he called her ‘Becky;’ a name she detested being called since she
was a child, not even allowing her ex to call her that. That pilot had a way of
making her feel good to be alive again with just his presence alone, knowing
that he was around.
Yet two years later, she still hadn’t told him that she was a divorcée
and she had made the archaeologists promise not to say anything about it as
well. It probably wouldn’t matter any more now, but she still had her doubts.
What did I ever do to deserve this guy in my life?...
A warm sea breeze whipped up on deck and flew apart her bathrobe folds.
She’d forgotten that she’d loosely tied the belt around her waist due to
feeling a little hot. But fluttering in the breeze and the moonlight shining an
aura-like radiance with some translucence on her nightshirt, Rebecca suddenly
felt very sensual in this setting.
Closing her eyes, she basked in the moment until…
“Nice evenin’, ain’t it?”
Quickly reopening her eyes, she turned to the voice.
“Baloo!” she gasped, hurriedly grasping her robe together when she
noticed he was eyeing her in her poet nightshirt. “Wh-what are you
doing on deck??”
“Same as you, probably gettin’ some air,” he yawned with a stretch.
He was wearing a blue bathrobe and matching slippers, embroidered in white with
the words S.S. Prowler near the lapel. “Mind if I join ya?”
“N-n-no, not at all…Couldn’t sleep really.”
“Me neither,” the pilot said, standing next to her and leaning
forward on the railing, looking out at the Sub-Mediterranean. “Kit’s
mutterin’ in his sleep, goin’ on ‘bout that ‘Lita gal. Sounds like
he’s got it real bad for her, Beckers.”
“I thought nothing but a dinner bell would wake you
from a snooze, Baloo,” she said sarcastically.
“I wouldn’t talk, lady. You an’ Katie workin’ up yerselves inta a
tizzy over nothin’ in the gym. No wonder yer all keyed up from sleepin’.”
If you only knew what got me
keyed up from sleeping in the first place, Fly Boy.
“By the way…nice jammies ya got on.”
Rebecca blushed and turned her head, shielding her face with her hand.
“Oh, lordy…” she
moaned. I knew
I shouldn’t have worn such a skimpy nightie…
“What s’matter? I thought you looked like an angel in the
Her heart fluttered at that compliment.
“Umm…thank you,” she
said shyly, hiding an inveigled smile. When
did he start waxing poetic?...
A naked angel in the moonlight,
he thought but dared not say it.
Uncomfortably clearing his throat, the pilot found something else to
change the subject. “Stars sure do look pretty tonight, don’t they, huh?”
“Yes,” she quickly agreed, but feeling less inhibited around him and
gently released her grip on the bathrobe lapels. “You know, I used to do a lot
of star-gazing as a little girl back home. There was this one place in
“Are ya talkin’ ‘bout The Peak, Becky?”
Rebecca gave a surprised look at Baloo, that he would remember The Peak.
It was a three hundred and seventy-three metre high mountainous plateau swathed
with trees and flora that gave a panoramic view of the city-state and beyond its
hills. It had a tram system that could take one up and down the Peak and at
night, the neon-dotted skyline was a view to behold.
“Why, yes! How’d you know?!”
“My daddy use ta take me up there when I was a cub. Taught me
ev’rythin’ I know ‘bout the night sky.”
“Is that so?” she smirked, looking for a challenge to stump him.
“I can’t find it...”
“Ha!” she said with her arms crossed and a smug look on her face.
“So much for your knowledge, Fly
“…I was gonna say, Beckers, that’s
‘cuz we’re in the Northern Hemisphere an’ it’s summertime. You can only
see it in this parta the world durin’ the spring an’ winter.”
Her smile deflated on those words.
“Really? I…I didn’t know that. Sorry.”
“Every pilot worth their salt oughta know those things. It’s how we
navigate without a map…like me ta show ya how?”
“Yes, please,” Rebecca said with genuine interest, adding a small
For the next fifteen minutes or so, Baloo pointed out the constellations
to his employer who asked and quizzed him on occasion. She was impressed with
how much he knew about the stars. Before long, the pilot had inadvertently
placed his arm around her shoulder that she barely noticed in that period of
time or even that they were standing intimately
close. Neither of them did.
“Baloo,” she asked after awhile, “how is it that someone who can
find his way around the night sky can be so inept of navigating a simple cargo
route between the
“Sure, durin’ the daytime I couldn’t find my own ears without Kit
navigatin’ by my side, Boss Lady. But when you’ve logged in as many hours at
night as I have an’ ya only got the stars ta guide ya, it’s a piece o’
“Really, now? Maybe I should have you run night flights more often, Fly
Boy,” she joked.
He repressed a
“But you know what’s really interesting about the stars, Baloo? Take
those ones over there,” Rebecca pointed out and traced a pattern of stars with
her index finger to make a large ladle-shaped image in the air. “The Ursa
Major – better known as the Big Dipper…it’s right next to its companion,
the Ursa Minor. Isn’t it strange for two bodies to be so close, yet so far
“No, it ain’t, Beckers.”
“Oh, yeah? Then tell me where the Ursa Minor is,
“Lessee,” he said softly with a big smile, haphazardly moving his
finger about the sky and then playfully touching the tip of Rebecca’s nose.
“Right here, shorty.”
“Oh, you!” she giggled, with him laughing along as well.
As they both stopped their gaiety, it was just then that she realised
that his arm was tenderly draped around her, feeling a warm, tingly feeling
inside and slid her hand gently on his chest. Baloo noticed it too, but didn’t
let go of her and felt the same way. Looking at each other in silence, time
seemed to stand still around them...
Wow…who woulda thought ol’ Beckers would look like a babe in a
nightie? If only she didn’t have those silly-lookin’ slippers on...
Mmm…I never knew Baloo’s eyes would look so…dreamy in the starlight…
Pulled toward by some kind of unexplainable magnetism, the two bears
slowly drew their muzzles together, eyes half-closed, mouths parting, until a
voice in each others’ heads alerted:
HEY!!! Snap out of it!!!
As if awoken by a jolt, they stopped abruptly, politely backed off a pace
and regained their composures.
“Um…ah…I-I…uh,” stammered the she-bear uncomfortably and
closing up her bathrobe again, “I…I think I’ve had enough of sea air and
star-gazing for tonight.” Get a hold of yourself,
Cunningham! It-it’s just the moonlight talking!...
“Yeah, me too,” said Baloo, clearing his throat and running a finger
around the collar of his nightshirt timorously as if it was tight around his
neck. Cool yer engines there, Ace! Have ya
“Better get some o’ that ol’ shuteye…ah, after you,
Going in the same direction but respected distances, two heartbeats
quickened as they walked back to their staterooms, trying not to eye each other
and forget all about what had almost transpired between them just now.
If they could…
Closing the stateroom door behind her, Rebecca leaned back on it and
sighed heavily, burying her face in her hands. I
can’t believe I just flirted with
my own pilot! Rebecca Audrey Cunningham, what were you thinking?!...
She heard a toilet flush and the rush of water rinsing in a sink. The
businesswoman looked around to see that
Oh well, at least she’s not a
heavy snorer…she’d probably feel right at home in Baloo’s bedroom...
Now why did that forbidden thought sent a wave of insecurity through her?
“Rebecca,” whispered the diminutive vixen, as she stepped out from
the bathroom. “What are you doing out of bed?”
“I thought…a little fresh air might do me some good,” she whispered
back, kicking off her slippers, removing her bathrobe and climbing back under
“What’s the matter? You look all flustered.”
She patted her face, feeling a little bit hot to the touch. “Must
be…the warm breeze from outside.”
“Hmm…you look like someone who just secretly took a midnight
skinny-dip in a desert oasis,”
“And what do you know about skinny-dipping in desert oases at midnight,
“Please,” she chortled,
“Let my grave hold some secrets.”
A pillow flew out of nowhere in the dark and struck
Baloo shivered under the showering stream of water in his bathroom, with
the cold tap put on full force for a good three minutes until the emotions of
that encounter up on deck with Rebecca was totally numbed from out of his
Finally calming down, the ace pilot shut off the tap tightly, stepped out
of the shower stall, grabbed a towel and dried himself vigorously until he felt
warm again. Picking up the nightshirt that he’d hastily tossed off when he
entered the bathroom, he put it back on and let out a deep sigh.
oh man, I can’t believe I was flirtin’
with the Boss Lady! Baloo Aloysius von Bruinwald, what were ya thinkin’?!...
Re-entering the room, he
plodded back to his bed.
“Hey, Baloo…why were you taking a shower at…” Kit began, then
squinting at his wristwatch in disbelief, “two-thirty
in the morning??”
“Sorry, L’il Britches…didn’t mean ta wake ya,” he apologized,
getting under the sheets. “Felt a l’il hot an’ just thought a cold shower
“Doesn’t feel hot in here…and didn’t you just come back from a
walk on deck?”
“Like I said…thought I’d take a cold shower.”
“What happened,” joked the navigator, “saw a dishy
mermaid out there?”
“More like an angel,” murmured the large pilot.
“Nuthin’, Kit. G’night.”
Turning over, Baloo laid awake. He took some stock of what had happened
between him and Rebecca just recently, realizing that sometimes it was hard to
block out particular…feelings about her.
There was more to her than the way she’d dress, what a good dancer she
was or her sense of adventure she took in whatever she tackled. He always liked
a woman with spunk. There were other things – the ability to forgive his
occasional screw-ups; those battles of wits and arguments, then forgetting about
them; her rare bouts of playfulness; her sense of grace and more that he
couldn’t list for the moment.
Before she literally barged into his life two years ago, all he ever
cared about was flying and having a good time. Only worked whenever he felt like
it and winning air show competitions was how he’d earn his living, kept his
business going and Wildcat in his employ.
All the sudden, as if fate intervened; a plucky young airplane-loving
orphan entered the picture one day. Then the collapse of his business, followed
by a bossy, know-it-all lady with her five year-old kid in tow; announcing
she’s bought out his business and
plane, now barking orders at him and whatnot.
His life had changed within just forty-eight hours...
And in all honesty, it
frightened him a little in the beginning. But over time, all three of them had
slowly moulded him to become a better pilot, a better role model, a better
friend. A better person at that.
But it was Rebecca who kept him in check, just as much as the kids did,
even if at times she’d drive him up the wall with all her perfectionism and
bureaucratic nuances he spent building a healthy rebellion against all his life.
And now, he seemed more content than he’d ever been, giving him a sense of
stability and family.
There was something about her that made him feel…complete.
He admitted for the first time to himself that neither he nor Rebecca had
ever talked about their relationship, personal-wise. It wasn’t that he was
curious or afraid of what she really thought about of him.
It was more of what he really
thought about of her.
The underwater hydraulic lift had been lowered into the waters as soon as
the sun poked over the Sub-Mediterranean horizon. The ship’s crewmembers
worked fervently to make sure it worked right. Overlooking from one of the upper
decks of the Prowler loomed two ominous figures, one looking majestic at
the scene with an air of confidence and greed.
“So, that is the big machine-type doohickey that will be dredging up
the Cache of Molta…” said Don Karnage to himself. “Impressive. Most
“How long will it take, Cap’n?” asked Mad Dog.
“Maybe a few hours. Have all our men are into their receptacle
“Is the Iron Vulture standing by at the Dingalingy Cliffs?...”
“Aye, Cap’n. All standin’ by, a-waitin’ your word.”
“Perfect!” Karnage said, as they casually headed toward their engine
room assignments. “This time, Mad Dog, we shall not fail!”
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