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"The Jungle Book of Jane Porter: Part 5"
By TwilightSparkle3562
Chapter 1
"Getting Information"
It was a cold and rainy night in London, England and the science community in the country was stirring with excitement as the news about Archimedes Porter receiving an honorary degree from New York University was spreading from person to person. Many believe that Professor Porter, who had been living in Africa for some time with his daughter, Jane Porter and her husband Tarzan, truly deserved such an honor.
However, not all were a celebratory mood as was evident at a small tavern in the east end of London. For at that moment, a cloaked figure was reading the newspaper that showed Archimedes and Tarzan on the cover. The figure looked at the paper, before slamming it down on the table.
"Hmph," she said, huffily. "Imagine, a man such as Archimedes Q. Porter with an ape man that killed my brother as a son-in-law. It's such a shame that his loving daughter, Jane Porter, couldn't marry someone who was of higher status, let alone civilized."
She then beckoned over to a man, dressed in a suit and tie, to come sit next to her. The man then pulled out a huge bag of money and placed it on the table, along with tickets for a voyage on the ship RMS Titanic. This pleased the woman, who first looked at the bag and up to the man next to her.
"Well done, Hobbs," she chuckled, picking up the tickets with her gloved hand. "You managed to get us ticket on the ship where Archimedes and his family will travel on. Now, all we need is some information."
The cloaked figure then pointed to a man dressed in a sailor suit and motioned him to come to the table. The figure chuckled and came over to them as he sat down and received the bag of money from the cloaked figure's manservant.
"Now," she began, looking at the sailor. "I want you to tell me about…Tarzan."
"Are you sure that you want to know about Tarzan?" he asked, taking the money. "It will cost you, you know."
"That's why we have paid you," replied the figure. "Now, tell us, my friend. Is he really a savage as the people have made him out to be?"
The sailor looked back at the cloaked figure and gave her a sly smile upon seeing what her intentions were. For he knew that Tarzan was a man of great renown and whatever detail he was going to say to this cloaked figure was what he already knew about Tarzan to begin with.
"He is every bit as savage as people have made him out to be," began the sailor. "It's all in the eyes, cold bloodied and hungry, like a beast if you will take my meaning, milady."
"Now, it is more than likely that he will be accompanying the Professor and Jane to New York," said the cloaked figure. "So, it is not like that he has been in the civilized world before. In fact, many notable people of all walks of life will be on the Titanic ranging from the richest man in the world to the poorest man in the world."
The figure was silent for a moment, before handing the sailor the newspaper with Tarzan and Archimedes on the cover. The sailor looked at the paper for a moment, before turning his attention back to the cloaked figure.
"But, I will pay you even more extra if you tell me how I will see through his civilized disguise," continued the figure.
"Hmm, depends," said the sailor, flipping a coin into the air. "But, you won't find him in first class cabins, milady. From what I hear, Tarzan and his family will most likely travel in the second or third class."
"A man like Professor Porter would not allow for himself and those closest to him to travel in third class," replied the figure. "Why, Archimedes would pay extra for Tarzan to be placed in the first class section of the ship. But, pray tell, depends on what? Tell me, on what?"
"Depends on how many men aboard the Titanic will be walking around wearing loincloths and such," laughed the sailor, thinking that this was now becoming more of a joke than anything. Suddenly, he stopped laughing and turned back to the figure and her manservant with a strong glare.
"But be warned, milady," he said, as he made his way to the door of the tavern. "I'd take care if I were you. Tarzan is someone who you will not want to underestimate."
"My friend," said the figure, pulling back the hood on her cloak, to reveal a woman with long dark brown hair in a neat bun and gold earrings on her ears. "It is Tarzan who should not underestimate me."
The woman then beat her hands, with the gold cane that she held in them. The sailor then took his money and walked off into the rainy night, shutting the door behind them.
"Do we leave for Southampton tonight, Lady Waltham?" asked Hobbs, looking over to her.
"Yes, Hobbs," she replied, evilly. "We must return to the estate and gather my belongings at once. I want to make sure that Tarzan pays for what he did to my beloved brother and suffers the same way as I once did."
Lady Waltham then reached into her cloak and pulled out a small gold locket and opened the cover to reveal a picture with her and a muscular man that was all too familiar to her.
"I promise you, Clayton, my dear brother," Lady Waltham thought to herself as she and Hobbs left the tavern. "That Tarzan will pay for what he did to you and I will avenge you in whatever way possible…no matter how it takes."
And with that, Lady Waltham left the tavern to start her plan of action against Tarzan and his family…aboard the greatest ship ever built.