Continued from Chapter 19:
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Mayor_Shredder — 8 years ago(February 02, 2018 02:53 PM)
Continued from Chapter 19:
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The next morning, they broke camp, had some tea that they made from the leaves of the forage around them, and began to head back to the beach. Throughout the day, they saw shadows zip by them in the distance. Bentley kept his calm by hacking away at the forage and Horatio trailed close behind him, looking to the rear with the pistol drawn. When suddenly a grey ghoul jumped into the path they were on. It looked at Horatio, screamed a high pitched screech and ran towards him. Horatio pointed his pistol towards it and shot it in its track. A second ghoul came out of the weeds on top of Bentley. It was cut down as soon as it reached his cutlass. Many more came from every direction. “RUN!” Horatio shouted, and the two of them ran through the weeds, the vines, and trees as they were chased.
At the beach, they jumped back on the skiff and paddled it out into the sea, leaving the ghouls stranded on the shore. They were both breathless and in shock. “Let’s circle the island until we find the mouth of the stream that will lead us towards the treasure.” Horatio told Bentley as they paddled the skiff away from the shore. Bentley remained silent, but nodded in agreement. They circled the island until they reached the opening of the stream and proceeded to go up it.
Horatio and Bentley slowly paddled the skiff through the thick forest. Trees covered the shore line, many leaning over, shadowing the river. They observed every movement around them, with all their senses in full alert. The forest was loud with life, and the air was thick and smelled of influenza. It became quite clear why any man would bury what should not be found on this island. “I hear them.” Bentley whispered to Horatio who was paddling in the rear.
“Sounds like they are on top of us.” Horatio replied. Suddenly, from the tree tops, the Valyrian ghouls dropped into the river. Horatio and Bentley smacked the ones trying to climb onto their skiff with their ores. The ghouls would grab the side of the skiff and either Horatio or Bentley, depending on who was closer, would beat them off and back into the water. But they couldn’t keep it from topping over. The two of them fell in the river, and began to swim towards one side.
“Holy Christ, that was close. It looks like they’re all on the other side.” Horatio said in relief as he exhaled. They were on one side while the ghouls shouted and jumped on the other side of the river. Bentley collapsed down and began to shiver and quake.
Horatio looked down and saw that Bentley’s skin was becoming grey and forming scales around his body. His eyes became black and whatever man Bentley was; he was no longer that man. A deadish ghoul, Horatio quickly pulled out his pistol and held it by the barrel and swung the stock down onto Bentley’s head. He continued to smash and pound the pistol over Bentley for a straight minute. Blood and bits of bone splattered everywhere. Horatio finally stopped, panting out of breath, he sat back. “No! No! No!” He screamed over and over. Looking at Bentley’s lifeless body, he realized he lost his only true companion through this hellish journey and collapsed to the ground and broke down in tears.
After some time, he regained himself, got up, and looked at the river. On the other side, the ghouls were gone. “Probably looking for another way to get to me.” He thought. He was relieved to see he was on the right side of the river and continued to the mark on the map. After summiting many hills, he reached the destination and looked for objects that he could use to dig. He dug up one area after another until he finally hit a hard object. After uncovering the dirt around it, he pulled out a chest and opened it.
“Nothing?” He exclaimed in shock. “This can’t be.” He continued out loud. He looked around. Trinkets were scattered around the dirt here and there. “Someone was already here?” He slowly realized. “Was the Crystal Raindrop even here or was this all just a myth?” He continued to think. Scattered around him were jewels, diamonds, gold, and other precious gems and metals that was left behind by whom ever came before him. He picked each one of them up and put them in his pocket searching hard for every last trinket and drop of gold. He headed back down to the river. He passed over Bentley, saw his skiff on the edge of the river bank, and turned it over. Got in and began to row his way out of the island. He couldn’t care less for every screech of a ghoul in the distance he heard as he rowed his skiff back to the edge of the island. After he arrived to the beach, he searched and gathered vines and cloth to fashion into a sail, and recalculated his bearings towards civilization. He attached the makeshift sail to the skiff, and then headed out towards the direction of the nearest known port.