71 At Slater And Back

James

We moved through the forest and soon realised we would not be arriving in Eastwood until morning.

We had to camp and relax in the woods until the afternoon to complete the journey so we could arrive there at night.

"We need to make camp," I linked everyone, and my father agreed.

We stopped at a place; my uncle and father went hunting for game to roast and eat. We could not afford to arrive at the port weak and hungry.

While we sat around the fire, my mother scolded Chloe.

"You did not do your calculations well." She said, and Chloe did not say anything.

My mother was right. Chloe had said we would walk for just four hours. I wondered how she came up with that number.

"How did you come up with the four-hour walk?" I asked her, and she bowed her head in shame.

"On the map, the distance isn't much, and it says a few hours," She confessed, and Emma bulged her eyes.

"Everything is a few hours, Chloe. Even a year's walk is a few hows. Did it say by foot or by vehicle?" She