Chapter Six.
T he Fact Ames h had fallen asleep did not sto p me from eventually pa.s.sing out. Perhaps the carpet was castin g spells, or else I simply stopped worrying about falling into th e water . I t had been a long day and I was totally exhausted .
When I woke up and checked my watch, I discovered it ha d stopped . I t read 10:35 p.m . T hat would have been an hour afte r we"d left Istanbul . I t was an expensive watch. Waterproof . S hockproof . T he battery was fresh . I t should not have stopped . I didn"t have time to worry about it . I t was no longer dark, a lthough we were light years away from a sunny day . T he carpe t h ad transported us to an eerie fog bank, where there were n o stars or sky. And it had lowered us to within three feet of th e water. Our speed had also decreased; we were creeping along . T he fog was neither cold nor warm . I t did not even fee l damp . I might have mistaken it for smoke, but I smelled n o odor . I could not tell from which direction the light was coming . T here was no wind and yet the fog moved, forming brieflived spirals that spun up fro m below. As one swept over me I felt a distinct chill . T hey looked like ghosts . T he stars in the center of the carpet had disappeared . I n their place was a gray-green circle-the same color as the water . I had lost my desire for adventure . I wanted to go home .
Amesh sat with his chin resting on his chest, breathin g heavily .
"A mesh," I said, then louder, "Amesh!"
He did not wake up . I tried shaking him. He slumped t o the side; he almost fell off . S till, he did not regain consciousness. "Amesh!" I was terrified. He was breathing; he was alive; why didn" t he wake up? Was there something about this place we were traveling through that was keeping him asleep? Of course I blame d the fog and not the carpet, although the reverse could just a s easily have been true . I felt it was a mistake that I had woken u p in this place . I just wished I hadn"t . N ot long after, I blacked out again .
When I awoke next, Amesh was softly calling my name . I sa t up with a start . I had pa.s.sed out sitting in his direction, and a s soon as I saw him I gave him a quick hug. "You"re all right!" I gushed .
"Of course. Why wouldn"t I be? "
"B ecause . . . N ever mind, I was just worried." I realized ou r surroundings had changed again . T he creepy fog had lifted an d the sky was back, along with the stars, although a rising sun i n the east was chasing them away. Yet in the opposite direction, n ear the horizon, was a weird red glow . T he color seemed angry; a b.l.o.o.d.y red . I t was shrouded in mist and I could not tell if i t was caused by a single star or planet. At the same time it wa s quickly sinking below the horizon . I mentioned it to Amesh but he had no idea what it was .
"I woke up just before you," he said, gesturing in the direction of the sun. " I can"t believe we slept the whole night. "
"M aybe we didn"t." my body was stiff from sitting for s o long, and yet I knew I had not been asleep seven hours. But how c ould one argue with the heavens? it was a brand-new day. An d now my watch read: 6:30 a.m . I said the time out aloud. Amesh" s expression suddenly turned glum .
"M y Papi"s going to kill me," he said .
"I won"t tell you I told you so. "
" You just told me."
"Well, that"s beside the point. Where are we?"
Amesh frowned as he scanned the area . T he carpet ha d climbed once more to ten feet, and it was traveling at about te n miles an hour . T he color of the water had returned to normal, b ut the red glow was not the only thing that troubled me .
Like I said, my dad had taught me a few things about th e stars, but I was not an expert when it came to astronomy . S till, I did not recognize a single constellation . I tried to explain m y difficulty to Amesh but he brushed me off .
"T he sun"s coming up; there aren"t that many stars to go by. "
"T here"s that weird red glow, too. We can"t just ignore it. "
"I "m not ignoring anything; I"m just trying to figure ou t where we are . I f the carpet stayed at this speed for eight hours, w e could be two hundred kilometers from sh.o.r.e."
A kilometer was about two-thirds of a mile, I reminde d myself. He was saying we were about 140 miles from istanbul .
"You said there were islands out this far," I said .
"S ure. We"re bound to run into one. But there"s mor e chance we"ll see one in the distance. We should keep the binoculars handy and practice turning the carpet . I f we see one, we"l l want to head straight for it. "
" You don"t want to retrace our path home?"
Amesh yawned and stretched . "I can"t sit here another eigh t hours. Let"s find an island . T hey"ll have boats heading back t o istanbul . I t"s the biggest port in the area."
t he red glow vanished, as the sun rose higher. We decide d to have breakfast. Protein bars, chocolate bars, and bottled water .
Amesh chewed the peanut b.u.t.ter bars with relish .
"I thought you were nuts when you packed all this stuff," h e said .
"I t goes to show how good my intuition is. "
" You"ve been right about a lot of stuff, Sara ." I blushed. Just the way he said my name, it got me .
"A lot of lucky guesses. usually my batting averag e is lower. "
"B atting average?" he asked .
"Like in baseball. "
" Oh. I"m serious. You were right about the carpet, how t o fly it, the ley lines . E verything. "
" Does this mean you"ll be my slave from now on? "
"I feel like I already am. Why don"t you use your intuitio n and figure out how to turn the carpet? "
" Okay," I agreed, although my intuition was still telling m e to do the opposite and keep going . T he carpet knew where i t was heading and we would know when we got there. But ther e was no point is saying that to Amesh . E specially since we had a more pressing problem .
"I have to pee," I told him when we were done eating .
He turned red . "S o do i. "
" Why are you blushing? You can just slide up on you r knees and pee off the side into the water."
He turned a deeper red, if that was possible . "I can" t do that. "
" Don"t be embarra.s.sed . I won"t look. I"m the one with th e problem. "
" Why? "
" Duh! I"m a girl!"
He looked away . "I "d rather not talk about this. "
" We have to talk about it . I can"t hold it much longer. "
" Why not? "
"B ecause I"m a girl and Allah made us inferior to boys .
What do you mean, why not? my bladder"s about to burst. "
" You shouldn"t have drunk so much water. "
"I was thirsty! Besides, you drank twice as much as I did. "
"I did not! "
" You drank half a bottle! And you ate three protein bars! "
" Well, why didn"t you stop me? "
" You were hungry. But forget that. Are you going to go o r not? there"s no reason for you to suffer just because I am. "
"I n my country, males do not urinate in front of females. "
" Like it"s a big sport in America! I"ll turn around and pu t my fingers in my ears so I can"t hear you."
He did not respond. He was simply too embarra.s.sed .
Fortunately, ten minutes later, when I was on the verge o f stripping and hanging from the back of our glider, we spotte d an island . I t appeared small, devoid of trees and gra.s.s, althoug h there was an array of low-lying hills that blocked a clear view o f the far side . I was learning not to make snap judgments. Fo r all we knew, it might be miles across and have a hotel on th e other end . T he carpet took us beyond the sh.o.r.eline before it slowe d and began to lose alt.i.tude. A moment later we were sitting on a sandy beach and staring at each other. A wind howled agains t the stone cliffs and in our ears . T he sun was bright in the sky . T he stars in the center of the carpet had stopped moving . T he y faded until they were no longer glowing . I was the first one to shake myself and stand. "Ge t up," I said .
"What"s the hurry? "
" You know. "
" You don"t have to take the carpet with you. "
" We have to keep an eye on it at all times. We don"t know a nything about this island." the second he was off the carpet, I knelt and rolled it up .
"A ll I"m saying is I can watch it while you- "
"I like carrying it," I interrupted, holding it close . I did no t know why I felt so possessive of the carpet . E specially here, o f all places, it wasn"t like he could steal it from me. "Wait here, I"ll be back in a few minutes. "
"I "ll meet you here in five," he shouted after me . N ot far from the sh.o.r.e were plenty of boulders, which offered many places to pee. Honestly, I could not recall havin g e ver felt such relief. When we met back at the beach I was in a much better mood, although Amesh was puzzled .
"What"s wrong?" I asked .
He gestured to the island . "I don"t recognize this place. "
" You told me there were hundreds of islands betwee n turkey and Greece. Why should you recognize it? "
"M y Papi has taken me to a few islands . T his one look s different. On most of the islands near turkey, the soil is sunbleached. Here, it"s darker. "
"I t looks normal to me."
He frowned. "Let me see that map you brought." I reached in my pack and gave it to him. As he studied it, h is frown deepened. "Well?" I said finally .
He sighed . "I don"t know where we are. "
" Can you make an educated guess?"
He handed back the map . "I suspect the carpet picked u p speed while we slept and flew us into the Aegean sea." I almost mentioned the fog we"d pa.s.sed through bu t something held me back . I didn"t like thinking about it, neve r mind talking about it. Plus, he"d never believe I couldn" t wake him up .
"T hat"s good, right? the Greek islands are crowded wit h tourists. We should be able to hitch a ride back with someone."
Amesh nodded, although there was doubt in his eyes .
"We"ll be okay," he said .
We debated sticking to the sh.o.r.e or heading right or left, b ut felt that hiking straight inland would bring us to civilizatio n faster . I favored the latter course for another reason . I worrie d about our water supply. We had four one-liter bottles. With ou r dozen protein bars and eight candy bars, we could do withou t real food for a while. But we would be dead in two days-thre e at the outside-without water . I hoped we"d stumble upon a stream soon . T he wind disappeared as we left the beach behind .
But there were problems with hiking inland. First, ther e were no paths and the ground was loose and rocky. Gravel kep t seeping into my shoes . I had to keep stopping to empty them . S econd, the hills that looked low and gentle from the sea wer e nevertheless hard to climb . I had always hated walking uphill .
While Amesh coasted along, I panted heavily . T he temperature increased rapidly as the sun rose higher .
But the biggest problem was we didn"t know where we wer e going. At least if we had tried circling the island, staying by th e sh.o.r.e, we would have had a clear direction. But even with ou r compa.s.ses, we couldn"t plot a clear course because we would n o sooner crest a row of hills than discover another row behind it .
Just as I had guessed, the island was much larger than it appeared from the sea .
After three hours of hiking, Amesh called for a halt . I wa s grateful . M y throat was parched and I had blisters forming o n my feet. Amesh opened another bottle of water. He had greate r e ndurance and was carrying more weight-he had our backpac k and the bottles on his back-but he was going through th e water faster than I was . N aturally, I carried the carpet .
"Careful," I warned. "We only have two bottles afte r that one."
He gestured to some tired-looking gra.s.s and a few lowlying shrubs .
"T here has to be water here for this stuff to grow," he said .
"I wonder . T hey look pretty thirsty . M aybe they live of f the rain."
He shook his head and handed me the bottle. "We have n o choice. We need to drink to keep hiking, and to find water, w e have to hike. unless you want to find some shade and take a long nap and wait for someone to rescue us." I accepted the bottle and took a hearty slug. "that idea" s not as silly as it sounds . N ot the rescue part, but the waitin g until dark . T hen we might be able to find another ley line an d explore the island from the air. "
" You wouldn"t use the carpet to take us home? "
"I "d like to take a look around first." Amesh did not loo k happy with my answer so I added, "Well, I don"t think it too k us here to die."
He snorted. "there you go again, speaking as if i t were alive. "
"M aybe it is."
He threw his hands in the air. "that"s . . . T hat"s blasphemy!"
I was suddenly angry. "How can you say that? the carpe t has proven its worth . I t can fly! it can fly because it"s a magi c carpet. "
"I f it"s so magical, why can"t it fly during the day?" n ot long after peeing, I had tried to get the carpet off th e ground with the sun up, but nothing happened . I t either neede d the stars for power, or else we had lost our ley line . I told Ames h as much but he was unimpressed . T his was the fist time I had seen him get mad at the carpet . I supposed it was because he was hot and tired .