Page 68 of The Lottery

The water.

We both take a few steps forward and pause. It’s beautiful, in a rather horrific kind of way. “It looks like blood,” I say. The ocean is dark red, so much iron filtering out of the soil it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before.

It’s not entirely unexpected, but still.

Shocking to see in person.

I turn to Marek. “I think this is a great place to settle. We can build in this valley,” I say, pointing to a nearby spot on the map. “The western hillside should get plenty of sunlight for farming, and we’re right by the ocean.” I’m starting to get excited about our prospects, then pull back for the somber matter at hand. “I still stand by my idea to do a burial at sea. I’d rather let the water take her in an ancient ceremony than just leave her in the cold, hard Martian ground. And if we have to move on from this place, well… I think it will be easier for people if we don’t have to leave behind a grave.”

Marek shrugs. “If you feel strongly, I see no reason why not. I myself do not have a preference, but logically I see the advantage of a burial at sea.”

I tilt my head and smile. The way his brain works is as infuriating as it is fascinating, and I can’t get enough.

I turn back the way we came, checking to see if anyone followed. “Should we tell the others and do it now? Or, wait… when do we get the dropped cargo? That has to happen soon, right?”

Marek pulls me into his arms, now that there’s no one around to see us. “I had thought about that. How would you like to go on an adventure with me, Azalea? Just the two of us?”

He describes his plan as we hike back to the other side of the ship, and a tingling of excitement runs through my veins when he finishes.

Most everyone has stepped out into this new world—at least those who are physically able.

I grab Marek’s hand and pull him back before we re-enter everyone’s line of sight.

I don’t want to return to the others on the ship. I want to stay outside with Marek, alone, forever.

“Can you and I just go find the cargo now?” I ask, knowing full well that’s an impractical and moderately stupid idea.

Marek considers my question, taking me more seriously than I deserve. “We need a vehicle and supplies. This could be dangerous,” he says, holding my hands in his.

“I know. I can handle it.” I narrow my eyes at him. “You’re not going alone, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

He shrugs. “I would be fine.”

“And so will I,” I say with slight annoyance. “I’m a capable adult.”

Marek notices my frown and squeezes my hand. “I meant no offense. I just want you to know the risks before agreeing.”

“I know the risks. I’ve studied all the same data as you. Plus, I’ve already agreed. Let’s do it.” I sigh and lean in to kiss him quickly. “Seriously. I want nothing more than to go on an adventure with you right the hell now.”

That seems to encourage him. We round the corner and move toward the congregated passengers, most of whom are either touching trees and plants or jumping up and down the way we did.

Marek climbs atop a rock, making himself visible for an address.

“If I may have your attention, please,” he says in a booming voice. He might not be a man of many words, but when he wants his words heard, he does not struggle. “There will be a burial at sea this evening for Nicolette Larsen. As the first casualty of our great endeavor, I ask that anyone able attend and pay respects. If you would like to assist with preparations, please make that known to Metis.” He pauses, making eye contact with a few people before continuing.

“As you know, we aborted cargo during our landing. Tomorrow morning, I will lead a small reconnaissance team…” his eyes flash to me as he says this, and I’m immediately reassured this is a two-person team. “In the meantime, I ask that you stay near the ship, stay in pairs, and take caution as you explore. Some things will be similar to Earth, and some things will be very different. Refer to your tablets if you have questions about the environment. It has information to help you acclimate.”

Marek slides down the rock and I move over to him, though I try not to face him directly with so many people around. We’re definitely playing with fire; hopefully if I take care we won’t get burned.

“You could have added a little pep at the end of that speech,” I say out of the side of my mouth.

Marek looks upon the crowd, pretending to be interested in what they’re doing while staying engaged with me. “Perhaps you could help me with my next address. You always know how to make people feel comfortable,” he says, quickly throwing me a sweet smile that makes my heart melt.

“I’d be happy to.” I sigh. “But we should probably pack and get ready for the service.”

“And get some sleep, if you are able. Arriving on Mars has cost us a full night,” he says, looking up at the midday sun.

We stand there a few more moments, not speaking or looking at each other, but neither of us wanting to leave the other’s presence.

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