TSoA: Chapter 39: Ark Ark Ark Ark Ark Ark Ark
Needless to say, Murphy is quite happy that the ark is now in his sights.
He felt a huge mix of emotions he couldn’t describe: joy, wonder, awe, gratitude, humility.
He’s a Ph.D. and he can’t describe these emotions? You’d think he could do.
The Nerd is the second person up:
“My God, Murphy, you found it. There it is. Noah’a Ark.”
“Okay, technically, we found it. And we found it only after Obi-Wan very specifically told us where to look. Still, though.”
This is a day I’ll feel good to be me.
-Mal Reynolds, a much better man that Michael Murphy
Everyone else is up now, and Murphy and Isis don’t say anything to each other because Phillips can’t think of anything they might say.
Murphy can think of things to say to Vern, though, and calls him on the satellite phone.
(btw, is this not the easiest gig Vern has ever had? The rest of the team is crawling across fields of ice, being kidnapped, having their ropes cut by Talons, and he’s sitting with his feet up back at the hotel, ordering his fifth raki that hour.)
“Vern, are you sitting down? We found it!”
“Are you kidding me? I can’t believe it! What does it look like?”
“Well, Vern, it’s big and brown and made of wood and shaped like a boat and—WHAT DO YOU THINK IT LOOKS LIKE???”
“Shaddup, Murph, don’t yell at me.” *hic* “Ya want me t’bring the copter up the mountain for you? VROOOOM–”
“That’s fine, Vern. Er, no rush.”
They all run down into the valley (of the dolls), laughing and throwing snowballs and shit.
It’s like Christmas, Isis thought with a smile. And we’ve just been given the best present of all.
Pfft, Isis. The best gift of all is cash money, and don’t you forget it.
We strangely cut away from Murphy’s POV, and get a peek inside the heads of three (and only three) of the other team members: the Nerd, the Dick, and Token Turk. The Nerd and the Dick are all psyched and thinking worldy, unChristian thoughts about how jealous their colleagues will be. The Dick is planning to write a book. Token Turk has somewhat nicer thoughts: mainly pride that he saved lives on the trip.
We don’t find out what Fearless Gum-Popping Leader or Larry the Photo Guy are thinking.
We naturally end on Murphy thanking God for the “privilege” of saving the ark just for him.
May I be a faithful teacher of right, living like Noah.
“Hmmm…teaching. Why does that word sound so familiar? DAMMIT!!! (Sorry, Lord) That’s what I’m supposed to be doing with my days!”
So, guess it’s time for a Noah chapter.
Speaking of Belle, last night’s Once Upon a Time made me cry a little on the inside. Also on the outside. Can we just give Robert Carlyle his gorram Emmy already???
I ship these two like a hopeless romantic schoolgirl.