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Pirates of the Caribbean: The Golden Menace
Chapter One: So Close, And Yet So Far
Damp, oppressive heat beat down on all in the company as they cut through the thick, green undergrowth. All around them, birds and various beasts called to one another and moved about, giving a wide berth to the strangers passing through their home. They were almost to their destination, according to the maps. They had been following the river for days, now, and had already lost one man to it when he was fool enough to try to bathe. Few of them could think of worse ways to die than being crushed and eaten by the large snakes that dwelt in the shallows.
Captain Brewster, their leader, paused to examine the map, and their surroundings. "Not much farther now, lads," he announced, pointing ahead to where the river made a wide bend. "Just past that bend, we leave the river. This time tomorrow we'll be rich men!" Everyone hurried on, cutting through vines and bushes with swords and machetes, little caring that they made noise enough to alert all within several miles to their presence.
Finally, they halted, catching a glimpse through the trees of gold shining in the sun. Slowly, they crept forward, hearts pounding in excited anticipation. Captain Brewster handed the map to his first mate, a young Scotsman. Then Brewster stepped forward to part the last of the branches obscuring their view –
Only to find a dozen spears aimed at his heart. He looked back to find the rest of his crew in the same situation, all of them staring in shock at their attackers. Brewster turned to the natives and paused. An elaborately painted, scantily clad, very female warrior glared back at him. All of their attackers were female, as it turned out, and none of them exactly pleased to see a bunch of men in their forest. Brewster backed up, holding up his hands in surrender. The women barked orders to one another in their own strange language, and soon enough they had the men disarmed and bound together.
Someone from the back of the group, in a tone that said very clearly he knew it wouldn't do much good, asked, "Parley?"