Back in the Caboose // Skye&
He hadn’t been on the islands for very long, but Skye was already on the move. Under the cover of night, he hopped the train, and it began to make it’s way across the water. Skye made himself cozy back in the caboose. He kicked up his legs on bales of hay and looked out the window, at the stars. His eyes glinted and his hand balled into a fist. Magic. Skye looked down at his hand.
It would be a while until the train would stop at another island, and Skye wasn’t too tired, the night owl he was. He stared at the stars and how they moved with the earth, but eventually got up, and peered through the door’s window. He thought about exploring more cars. He was getting a bit hungry, after all...
But Skye heard a noise from the cars ahead, and the train began to rumble abnormally. Someone was coming back to the caboose, and quickly. Skye gasped and madly sped to the back of the car and out the back door onto the extension. He turned around, long hair flying. He’d have to climb on top of the train.













