Amarth

Matt finished the note and attatched it to Fawkes's leg.

"Godspeed good bird."

Fawkes took off into evening sky. Matt sat patiently on a log waiting for Vanelee to get back from the bathroom. After about two hours had passed, his stomach growled. Man! I guess he really had to go. Well, I can't wait on him any longer. Matt got up and collected some firewood and started a fire. He then went 'fishing'. He could smell the water of a nearby lake and wandered his way there. This'll make for some good dinner! He took off his clothes and dove into the water. He remained submerged for almost two full minutes. When he finally came up, he was pulling behind him a fish the likes of which you wouldn't believe. It was not a shark, but it had huge fangs in its mouth. It was the size of a large shark for sure, but had shape more resembeling a flounder or something. The thing weighed at least 500 lbs., almost entirely meat. "That'll definately do." He drug it behind him back to camp. He went through the process of scaling and cleaning the fish (which was quite a task considering the size and the fact that it had been drug along the forest floor) and then tore it apart, placing the peaces over the fire to cook. He applied his seasonings and oils so that the smell drifted over the forest. While the meat cooked, he gathered some 'plates' from the campsite, feeling proud of himself for remembering ahead of time. The meat had just finished when Vanelee and Nina finally returned to camp. The sun was long gone and the stars shone brilliantly. Matt set three servings on three plates and began to ravenously devour his much larger share straight from the rosting pike over the fire. While coming up for air, he smiled a friendly smile at his friends. When he realized that they had come back together, the square peg finally made it into the circular hole and a look of suprise came over his face.

"OH!" he spurted out through a mouthful of fish.