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Quest of The White Staff Pt II
Contributed by
eyesxcriedxout1989
on
Thursday, 7th October 2004 @ 04:55:57 PM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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The battle was won
And we rejoiced through the night
Emptying tankards of rum by the hour
As drunk as Roman kings
We stumbled to our cabins
And fell into our beds
***
I awoke to the shouts of the lookout
"We are nigh on land! Brace yeselves!!"
I lay there, not fully registering the emergency
Suddenly, the whole of my cabin was pitched forward
I was thrown from my bed
And into my desk
A dresser from the other side of the cabin
Was thrown onto me
And everything went black
***
This time I awoke in a makeshift hammock
My leg in a splint, broken...well, shattered rather
On land...
Memories came flooding back
The ship had run up on an island
That had crept up on us during the night
I could see Geoffrey, the First Mate, walking to me
With charts in his grasp
As he got closer, I saw fear burning through his eyes
He spread the charts before me
"This island is not charted, Cap'n."
A realization came to me
Stilles land was uncharted
"My lord, we have found it faster than we should've."
Forgetting about my leg, I swung out of the hammock
Only to collapse onto the ground
Which was not sand as it should have been
But dirt...near the ocean
Geoffrey helped me up and back to the crew
I had been planning what I would say
As I walked to them
"This is my Quest, not yours. I will not think you any less of a man if you turn away now."
Nobody moved, I smiled
"Thank you...now, chances are Stille already knows of our arrival,
He has many ways to bring us to him."
It was as if Stille had been listening
For at that pinprick in time
Did four dark robed figures stride out
Of the trees lining the shore
Their pace quickened as the neared us
I whispered quick warnings to the crew
"Do not struggle"
The creatures were upon us
And some of my men did not heed my warnings
Three of the men lashed out against them
Firing eight desperate rounds from their pistols
The creatures were unharmed
Before I had a chance to even think about reacting
They lay dead on the ground
Their skulls having been pulverized
Between two mighty palms
The rest of my crew lay their weapons down
The creatures bound our limbs
With a wave of their hands
One pushed me forward
And I fell because of my leg
The creature realized I could not walk
In my current state
He waved his hand and my leg was healed
The creatures led us through a thick jungle
We eventually got onto a path
That path led us to a fortress...
A black fortress...
Stilles fortress
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eyesxcriedxout1989
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2004-10-07 16:55:57] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Quest of The White Staff Pt II
(User Rating: 1 ) by Nazmythian on
Thursday, 7th October 2004 @ 05:24:30 PM AEST (User
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Fabulous follow-up. Waiting for the next, and lovin it !!!
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