Paper Boat Georgie Novels & Stories

*Vivienne* The motor roared as Martha pushed the throttle all the way to the stop. The small boat leaped forward over the dark water. Cold spray flew into my face, but I didn't blink. I kept my knees locked against the floorboards, holding the heavy plastic grip of the flare gun with both hands. Ahead of us, the grey patrol craft started to turn. The three men on deck raised their rifles, their faces hard and clear in the pale morning light.

Derek said and picked up the drinks. Mmm. Looks good. I’ll take a little sip out of one on the way. No one will know. **** “Georgie, Georgie, puddin’ and pie, please strip down to your boxers and tell me about your trip before you get tongue tied,” Chelsea sang playfully. George’s head leaned back as he laughed. “In a minute, my little CeCe. I have to . . .tell you something first.” “I have something to tell you, too,” Chelsea said with wide eyes.

Raine laughed and agreed. As we watch her aboard the yacht with our bags, I am interrupted by George's cough to get my attention. "I've made sure the yacht is in great condition and added 20 liters of oil just in case we run out of gas. Everything you prepared for today has been taken care of on the island. The people we sent there have already left. Also, use this radio to call me if anything happens," George explains, handing me a radio and tapping my shoulder. My cousin winks at me, and I understand his meaning. I just grin and tap his shoulder in return.

“What’s your name?” “Georgie,” he replied. “Please, Lady, I just wanna go home.” “Georgie,” I pushed the hair out of his eyes. “How old are you?” “Sixteen.” He struggled under Victor’s much more muscular form. “I wouldn’t be doing the bad stuff I’ve done if I didn’t need Ice so much.” “What bad things have you done, Georgie?” I asked. “Tell me, and I’ll help you.” “I robbed a convenience store the other night,” he admitted. “And I think I killed a girl a couple of weeks ago.”

He fell for this every time. "Really? Coming!" Robbie hurried over, his skinny frame brushing against mine as he came to see what I was looking at. As soon as he leaned over the edge, I gave his shoulders a strong push, and he toppled into the blue water with a yell. "Yup, it's a Robbie-fish!" I yelled, laughing as he surfaced. He sputtered and wiped the water out of his green eyes. He made a face at me and started swimming to the rear of the boat where he could climb back up. Our boat was a simple two-person sailboat. It didn't have a motor and was just the right size to teach two kids how to sail.

“What? How can you… when? George! You are not moving on your own without coordination, are you?!” “It doesn't matter!” George raised his voice, trying to beat the sound of the waves and boats filling the air. He glanced anxiously behind him, there were flickering lights approaching in the distance. There seemed to be several boats chasing them. His heart was beating, he had to be fast and careful. Now that Valerie is with him, George will do everything in his power so they can't catch up. “I will land on the island of Bali in a moment. Prepare the plane to take us home on the usual tarmac.”

“Fine! Gotta go. Teacher Mary’s coming!” The line cut off. I exhaled and smacked my cheeks with both hands. It helped me focus on my predicament. With arms crossed, I watched the barge swaying gently on the waves. Its massive gray structure was just as my father once described—the Kulbahinam Barge, a large vessel with twelve passenger cabins, forty double decks, and too many weathered plastic chairs bolted to the deck. It belonged to the Garcia family, a shipping empire. Father used to work for them when he was alive.

he said. “Alright then…” Georgie nodded. “Honey, I want to drink some water…” Henry said. Georgie noticed that the water dispenser nearby was out of water. She immediately stood up. “Okay. I’ll look for a nurse outside to get some water,” Georgie said. After that, Georgie stood up and left. When she left, she didn’t shut the door tightly behind her. Soon, the door opened wider.

Today was about the ones we had right in front of us. A few hours later, we were on a boat. Not a huge, fancy yacht like I imagined Reed would rent, but a small, charming boat with peeling white paint and a fisherman’s cap sitting in the corner. “I thought you said kidnapping, not drowning,” I joked as I stepped carefully onto the deck. He laughed. “Trust me. I know what I’m doing.” I gave him a skeptical look, but I sat down anyway, letting the warm sun kiss my skin. Reed untied the ropes, started the engine, and guided us out into open water like he’d been doing it his whole life.

What in the world could be the reason for it? ‘There must be a big scoop! ‘I’m going for it!’ He saw a small, wooden boat docked not far from where he was, and he didn’t know who it belonged to. Simultaneously, the rain started falling. Nonetheless, he gritted his teeth and hopped into the boat, rowing it with great difficulty, trying his hardest to catch up to the others. Crack! Another bolt of lightning flashed. George saw it clearly this time. There was actually a tall ship in front of him, and the hundreds of boats of all sizes were headed towards it. Every single person standing on those smaller boats looked mighty and domineering.