Mutiny at Veloren Bay (Continued)

You 'unload' the crew into life-boats, taking their maps, food, and drink. The jolly-boats bump against the grainy sand.

You order the crew to go ashore.

You jump on a nearby rock then slide down it.The whole crew/ three-quarters of the old crew follow you, the captains men

stay on board. The new crew fan out in all directions.

You head to your mark, on the far side of the island. It is a long, lengthy walk.

By the time you find your area, it is sunset, and persperation runs down your bright-pink, puffy cheeks. Panting, you

comfirm your pockets for the map, and pull it out.Your map is wet from your sweat in your slight flannel shirts chest pocket.

You ignore the blotches in the map and splay the map in front of you. The corner slowly drips mucky sweat.

Both corners show the way back, and the wet corner shows some of your area, so you stretch the side out and squint at it.


'Rrrr---iiip!' the corner flutters away into a nearby forest.

You gasp. The way back is gone! One corner! You begin to sob. One corner! Oh why did you do do that to yourself? One

corner! No way back! One corner!


You wonder wether Bob is anywhere about. He could help.

The main idea of going offshore is to find Bob, so you begin to search.The dense, thick trees block out the remaining rays of

the sunken sun.You walk deeper and deeper into the palm-tree forest in search of Bob, and the corner of the map.

A smudged, dripping corner of...something flutters into view. The map edge! You dive over a vine hanging low over the forest

carpet of leaves. Just as you grasp the tiny piece of ripped paper, a shout of "Horaay!" echoes from the rest of the new

crew."Bob is back, horaay!" the piece flys from your hand.

They found Bob, and you don't know the way back."Heee--elp!" you scream. But terror can't over-shout victory. You are too

far away.

"On board, all, and celebrate the riches our dear friend has found!"

Riches? What riches? But that did not matter, "save me!!" you yell to the clouds. But already you can hear the large motor

throb into life, and all hope of being saved evaporates.

You run to the shore, through the palm trees, and scream:

"So be it! I will dieeeeeee! Leave me to death on my OOOOWN!!!"
You crawl to the nearest sea-side cave, and you lie down to die.

You don't even think about writing a will. Then you collapse.


Gushing water is lapping at your neck.You wake and see what mess you are in."Oh no!"


You try to wade out of the cave, the water flapping all around you.High, rolling waves spurt in through the cave mouth. You

hear a last, horiffying 'thunk' ,feel a last, terrible 'crack', the water closes in, and you go under.


THE END


To go back, click Captain Smith.