Week Fourteen -- Saturday Who: Pan and Tennessee Where: A southwestish part of the river When: Saturday early evening Why: Trying to cheer himself up
After Pan's talk with Cricket he'd started to feel a little more like his old self again. He was still heart broken over Gypsy, Moe, Shadow, and everyone else he'd lost in the war and otherwise; but he knew that none of his friends would have wanted to see him wasting his life moping away. After all, someone had to bring the tribe's morale back and Pan had always been the one to try the hardest as keeping things light amongst the tribe.
On Saturday morning he caught almost a dozen fish. It was an incredibly successful effort on his part and so to celebrate he ventured to his favorite swimming hole in the evening. He hummed along the path, a sack slung over his shoulder, bobbing against his back. He was wearing a vest, a pair of shorts and a plain black headband tied around his forehead that had long tails that hung part way down his back. The weather had been so nice and he wanted to take advantage of it now, and in doing so try to remember the good things about his wonderful friends. He missed them all so much, and cherished their memories. He only wished that he'd been able to tell them all how he felt before they'd passed on. Now, all he could do to make up for it was go back to living his life in the fullest.
He was already barefoot, so when he reached the bank of the best swimming spot all he had to do was removed his vest, bag and headband before running and jumping into the chilled water of the Belle Fourche. He surfaced and roughed up his hair. The sun was lower in the sky and just beyond the bank of the river there were lots of wild flowers. He sighed contentedly and tried to relax for the first time in weeks. Of course, the best way to relax was to sing and so Pan struck up a tune as he swam about lazily, "Drawing a line, a ship in a harbor. Yes I will go, I'll be going there soon!"