Goggles

As the flustered tour guide was thinking to himself that children should not be allowed to come along in the first place, a couple of the little devils sat in one of the back corners, preparing to prove him very right.

One of the boys hoisted a large pack onto his back. He stood up, wobbling a bit under the weight, and started fishing around in his pockets.

"Are you ready?" the other asked. He was a bit smaller, and maybe a bit younger but it was hard to tell. He wore a cheap eye patch over one eye, and occasionally tapped on it while he addressed his companion.

The boy with the pack didn't answer, but a moment later his eyes lit up and he pulled out a small pair of goggles, placing them on his head with a snap of the band. "Yep."

"That's 'yep, captain,'" the smaller boy retorted, playing with the strap of his own pack. "What do you think we'll find out there?"

The boy just grinned, adjusted his goggles, and jumped over the side.