~ Three - Season III ~

We finished the entire sack and we were now left with the half-filled one.

We talked and shared so much about each other. It was as if time stopped, giving us more room to be together. But our joyful conversations were cut short when a soft thunder came from the skies. We looked up and the clouds slowly blocked the sun. Another faint thunder grumbled from afar. The sky continued to grow grey in colour.

‘James must be in an unforgiving mood right now,’ I thought to myself.

“It is best that we leave,” Laura tied the sack and put it back under her seat. “We don’t want to return home soaked with rain water,” she added as we prepared to leave.

“As a prince of the kingdom who is responsible for rain, I understand what you said,” I teased as I sat firmly on my end of the boat.

She then grabbed the oars and fiddled with them as she slid them to the oarlocks. “I hope we will be able to get out of here in time. We are quite deep in this swamp,” she said.

“I can row for us. I can do it fast