A strange prickly feeling covers you and you feel that you have become younger.
You scream but all you hear is the mumblings of Bob.
Then you realise to your horror... the ship has stopped!
The pamflet said a completely smooth trip with no stops except at the Grenadines!
'No time to complain' you think.
The speakers start to creak. The bunk starts to shrink into a single, and the whole room becomes smaller, the room looks damp, and a tingle in the air freezes you, like a morning breeze of Jack Frost.
The room transforms into a 18th century room.
The lamp hanging on the roof glowing like a firefly, and a iron chair is the only other thing. Noises of steam escaping fill the room. 'Uh Oh.'
Then a glowing zooming triangle whizzes around you.
A portal of silver then dumps you on your bed again.
All you can see is a golden trail, and you follow it.
Then you see another person sleeping on... a ghostly Bob?
You scream and scream, but the weary, quiet man then says,
"Leave us alone. Don't try to go back to our world."
"What do you mean, OUR world, um, Sir?
"Oh! Well there is a funny thing! Did you just say Sir?"
You gulp, staring at a shining, smooth-bladed sword. One wrong word and your head will probably get chopped off.
"Well? Anyway, we both have one thing in common. Don't we?Look in the mirror:"
You scream once again as you see him turn into a face of reality, then his face turns into a familiar shape.
Your face.
Another scream.
You fret and frown. Then one thought comes into your head...
'What about Bob?'
As if he could read your terrified, horrified , stupefied thoughts, the stranger turns around and says,
"Well, this is the house, I mean Portal of Latantis, what you know as Atlantis. If you want to see your friend, and not as a ghost form, and get back to your, I mean our world, 1863,then.."
You interupt: "1863? It's 1902 now!"
A death chilling scream echoes through the Portal. "Did you say 1902? Right. I have a story to tell you."
You scream but all you hear is the mumblings of Bob.
Then you realise to your horror... the ship has stopped!
The pamflet said a completely smooth trip with no stops except at the Grenadines!
'No time to complain' you think.
The speakers start to creak. The bunk starts to shrink into a single, and the whole room becomes smaller, the room looks damp, and a tingle in the air freezes you, like a morning breeze of Jack Frost.
The room transforms into a 18th century room.
The lamp hanging on the roof glowing like a firefly, and a iron chair is the only other thing. Noises of steam escaping fill the room.
'Uh Oh.'
Then a glowing zooming triangle whizzes around you.
A portal of silver then dumps you on your bed again.
All you can see is a golden trail, and you follow it.
Then you see another person sleeping on... a ghostly Bob?
You scream and scream, but the weary, quiet man then says,
"Leave us alone. Don't try to go back to our world."
"What do you mean, OUR world, um, Sir?
"Oh! Well there is a funny thing! Did you just say Sir?"
You gulp, staring at a shining, smooth-bladed sword. One wrong word and your head will probably get chopped off.
"Well? Anyway, we both have one thing in common. Don't we?Look in the mirror:"
You scream once again as you see him turn into a face of reality, then his face turns into a familiar shape.
Your face.
Another scream.
You fret and frown. Then one thought comes into your head...
'What about Bob?'
As if he could read your terrified, horrified , stupefied thoughts, the stranger turns around and says,
"Well, this is the house, I mean Portal of Latantis, what you know as Atlantis. If you want to see your friend, and not as a ghost form, and get back to your, I mean our world, 1863,then.."
You interupt: "1863? It's 1902 now!"
A death chilling scream echoes through the Portal.
"Did you say 1902? Right. I have a story to tell you."
Do you Listen to the story, or do you run?