Search by yourself

You walk away from the Captain, saying:"Thanks, matey, that is all I needed"


It is dark, and it is time to search. You take out the bookmark in 'The mystery of the Mary Celeste' and scribble a note,

using a purple crayon that was rolling around deck, until you picked it up. You hold the note to the lamp. It says:

'I am going to find Bob. I have taken a life-raft to Grenada. Do not worry, I will be O.K.'

That seems too obvious. A riddle will be better...You tear the written part, chuck it aside, and write a riddle:


'I will wash on Veleron shore,

I will leave with less, come back with more,

I am safe, unless I'm not,

I might survive, if it's cold or hot.'


That is much better.


You leap overboard, into a life-boat.It jolts with the sudden impact, allowing a large rush of water into the boat. Trying to

keep quiet, you bail furiously with the cut milk-bottle, scattering droplets on the deck. Once the boat is free of water again,

you untangle the knot that keeps the jolly-boat tied to the ship, push off the burnished deck, and drift into the unknown

darkness.


A couple of minutes of hard, blistering rowing brings you in sight of Grenada. You throw your stinging hands into the air in

celebration.

One, last, painful row bumps you against the salty shore. Immediately you scurry out of the boat, and, as by now the sun is

up, you dance in the sunlight.

Suddenly you hear a growl, a snarl and a 'ROAR!!!'

You bellow in terror as you see the sillhouette of an enourmous liger, a cross between a tigress and a lion, which results in

a cub that grows to twice the size of its parents.

A palm tree droops down over you, and you whiz up the tree. For a second, you think you are safe, but the searing blisters

on both hands from rowing burn furiously, you scream, and drop off the tree, straight into the ligers gaping mouth.

Shrieking at the pain from giant jaws, you struggle as the liger munches your shoes. At the horrible taste of worn socks, it

spits you out, sending you flying into the salty water. It stalks off.


You sigh in utter relief. You carefully wade out of the water back on land.

You walk to the left until you see a giant stone, and around it are other carved stones. All of them have at least three letters

on them: R.I.P. You walk over to the graveyard, and hear...something.

You see the largest gravestone shudder.

The earth underwhich the body is buried shivers.

You shiver yourself, and your eyes begin to pop in terror. A man, scarier than the liger, or anything else you have seen. He

is...a zombie. Of course, you don't believe in zombies, but this real. His hair is wild, his clothes are rags in a state. His

hands are limp and blackened.




You step back, but the ground caves in beneath you, and you hear a voice calling: "No! Wait! I no zombie, I am Bob, I was

sheltering!" but it is too late.

Earth covers your face, and you shout your last word: "BOB!!!"


THE END


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