The party approached the location of the legendary Fountain of Youth. Kenny, Edward's first mate and best friend, was in charge this morning. He had awoken to a note from his trusted friend saying that he could not sleep that night, that Edward could taste the sweet waters of the Fountain and he must go, for it had called out to him. Kenny wondered how a man as old as Edward could be so far ahead of the party since the supposive location of the Fountain was at least a half days hike away.
After a few hours of hiking his mind began wondering what could have happened to Edward, and how he would have to explain the death of one of the few remaining true adventures in the world to the expedition's sponsors, and Edwards children. Then Kenny walked straight into James, the expedition's youngest recruit, who had stopped in his tracks for now apparent reason.
"Get your ass in gear ya' newbie," Kenny barked.
Jame said nothing, he just pointed forward. Fingers trembling. Kenny looked around at the rest of the party. The rest of them began looking the direction of Jame's fingers. Kenny was the last to look, then he saw the roadblock.
Before the party stood a beautiful young woman. Her chest partially exposed beneath a denim jacket, her hair flowing in the wind like it in a movie. Her grin wide and confident. The clothing she wore looked a lot like Edward's.
"It's not polite to stare at a woman you know," she said.
Kenny and the rest said nothing.
"Oh my," she said covering herself up. "I hadn't noticed my shirt was undone, here let me button up."
Kenny wanted to speak, he wanted to ask her who she was and what she was doing here. But for some reason he couldn't find the energy to utter any words from his vocal chords.
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