Maku’s Diary Entry 11: “My Ice-cold Friend”
There had been no storm in Ga-Koro at all. We all came back to our village completely as we had left it. We just stared at our untouched village in awe. All of us except for Nixie, oddly enough. She just shrugged and said, “Oh well, even I have off days,” before retiring to her hut.
I stepped off my boat last and noticed Marka working to secure the five boats.
“Would you like any help?” I asked her.
“Sure,” she replied. “Double-check the boat that went to Le-Koro for me.”
I said, “All right,” and looked over it. The knots seemed strong enough, but I tightened them anyway. “So, funny how Nixie was totally off this time, right?”
“In an inconvenient way,” Nixie replied without looking up.
“You think so?” I asked her. “Hahli and I had fun in Ta-Koro.”
“My group went to Ko-Koro. It’s cold and the Ko-Matoran aren’t great hosts.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said. Marka didn’t reply and I was running out of things to say. “So, um, the Le-Koro boat’s looking good.”
“Thanks,” she replied, still consumed in securing another boat.
After more silence, I said, “Well, bye then, I guess.”
“See you,” she said.
I visited Kotu, hoping to find a more engaging conversation partner. I found her floating in the water by her hut.
“Hey Hahli!” she said. “I’m just trying to get all the soot out of my joints. I don’t know how the Onu-Matoran keep their joints moving at all.”
“Oh, I know what you mean. Ta-Koro’s left something gravelly in my neck,” I replied. “Hey, um, have you ever talked to Marka?”
Kotu scoffed. “Marka? No, I hear the last girl who did is still missing.”
I tried to give her a scolding look. “Kotu, that’s not a nice thing to say.”
“It’s true,” Kotu said as she pulled herself out. “That girl’s about as likable as a hungry Takea.”
It was then that I realized Kotu would be no help at all. I went to Hahli’s hut next. I stepped in and waved.
She waved back with a, “Hi, Maku, thanks again for everything with Jala.”
I smiled and replied, “Don’t thank me; you’re the one who really did everything. Anyway, I need your help, do you know Marka?”
Hahli frowned. “Oh, her … She sort of scares me.”
I sighed. Hahli saw her the same way Kotu did, but unlike Kotu, Hahli was malleable.
“I think she just needs someone to talk to. I don’t think that gruffness if who she really is.”
Hahli looked at me skeptically. “What makes you think something like that?”
Without thinking, I said, “You used to act to shy, but that was never the real you. You’re a smart, friendly individual; you just needed someone to talk to you and help you. Marka is, basically, the polar opposite of you.”
Hahli looked at her feet, and then at me. “You’re right,” she said finally. “You’ve a lot smarter than you act, you know.”
“Thank you!” I said before I really thought about her comment. “Hey, wait …”
Hahli quickly suggested, “Um, should we go talk to Marka now?”
I decided to let her backhanded comment slide as we walked to the shipyards. Marka was hard at work, as I had left her.
“Hey again, Marka!” I called.
She looked up and said, “Sorry girls, the shipyards are closed for maintenance.”
“Do you need any more help?” I asked.
I could tell she was annoyed. “No, Maku, I … Gah, by the Great Beings!”
“What’s wrong?” Hahli asked.
“It’s nothing, I’m just out of Sailcloth. I’ll have to go to Le-Koro to buy some more,” she said as she started unfastening a boat.
“Would you like any company?” Hahli asked.
“No,” Marka said flatly.
Hahli said, under her breath, “Maybe you should just go back to Ko-Koro; you fit in there much better.”
I gave her a disapproving look, but before I could apologize, Marka moaned in annoyance and a little rejection.
“I didn’t ask you to come over here,” she hissed.
“Marka, it could be fun to go to Le-Koro,” I said, trying to steer the conversation back.
“Sorry Maku, I’m just not like that,” she said dejectedly.
“Did somebody say they’re going to Le-Koro?” Kotu, who had just appeared, said.
Marka rolled her eyes, no doubt unhappy to have another Matoran on her off-limits dock, and admitted, “Yes, I’m going there on business.”
Kotu smiled and said, “Business, you say? Would you like the Left Hand of Turaga Nokama to accompany you?” I knew what Kotu really wanted: a chance to see Tamaru, her Le-Matoran friend. She must have felt cheated after having to go to Onu-Koro after getting last choice when we thought the storm was coming.
“I’ll only be there for one night,” Marka said insistently.
“That’s all we’d need for a campout,” Hahli quietly said.
Marka sternly countered, “None of you can go!”
It was a difficult argument, but we eventually convinced/forced Marka to let us come. With the idea of a campout with Tamaru in her mind, Kotu couldn’t be stopped. Marka took the wheel and gave us all jobs to do, no doubt trying to keep us from talking to her. It was obvious, since she intended on going by herself before. When we set sail in the early afternoon, I took a look around the boat. Myself, Hahli, and Kotu on one boat with my ice-cold friend … Should I have not done this to her?
The Final Maku’s Diary: Le-Koro Camping Trip!
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