After cleaning out their wet guns, and checking their stock on board, which wasn't much to go on, Will summoned the men back to the charts as he sat down. "There's fresh waters on this island. We can resupply there, get back to shooting each other later." He teased.
"You lead the shore party. I'll stay with my ship." Jack grinned.
Barbossa glared at him. "I'll not be leaving my ship in your command." He said with gritted teeth. Will shook his head in amusement over the two captains' endless, childish competition over the ship.
"Why don't you both go ashore, and leave the ship in my command?" He suggested. They looked at him as if he had two heads. "Temporarily. Of course." Will chuckled.
"Aye. A wise consolation, my lord." Reepicheep paw bumped Will's shoulder.
"Well, at least I know it'll be in responsible hands." Barbossa said. Jack shrugged innocently.
Two hours later, though still a long way off, the island came into view. Barbossa gazed at it through his telescope to see it better in detail. Satisfied, he held it away from himself then glanced at Jack. Jack had managed to clumsily extend his looking glass, with scraps of metal. He was happy that his telescope was longer than the old reprobate's. The said reprobate rolled his eyes.
"There it is. The Cracked Heart." Will said, pointing out to the island.
"Why do they call it the Cracked Heart?" Lucy asked him.
"Because, it is more like two islands in one." Will said.
"You see, the first half is a tropical land, with a beach, palm trees, and a humid climate." Elizabeth explained.
"Aye, and on the other side be forests, and mountains, with a temperate atmosphere." Gibbs said.
"Narnia." Tia Dalma said.
"Narnia?" Peter echoed.
"This island is part of the Caribbean, our domain, and the rest of it is part of your kingdom." Will said.
"Do you think we may go along?" Lucy asked eagerly.
"Please, Peter." Susan begged. They were ready to do some exploring of land, which they had missed very much.
"I'm not too sure if Barbossa will agree to that." Peter said hesitantly.
"Bother Barbossa!" Edmund huffed. "He may be captain, but we are monarchs." He grinned smugly. "What's he gonna do about it?"
"You are right." Peter agreed greedily.
I like that kid, Jack thought with admiration as he watched Edmund find his gear. He noticed a shiny flash of silver being packed into the satchel, and his eyes popped. "What was that?" He asked himself intrigued. If he could just get close enough to Edmund, maybe he could steal it!
"Ed, do you really think bringing your torch is necessary?" Susan laughed.
"You never know." Edmund shrugged. "This torch goes where I go." Just then, Barbossa's monkey Jack sailed through the air and grabbed the flashlight, running away with it. "Hey! Give that back! It's mine!" Edmund hollered. Peter, Lucy, Susan, and the rest of the onlookers laughed heartily as they watched Edmund chase the naughty little miscreant all over the ship. Jack, however, snuck away planning to take the flashlight and keep it for himself.
"Time for a little fun." Reepicheep smirked and blocked the monkey on the railing, with his sword drawn. "Ha!" He growled in delight. Jack the monkey slid to a halt. "Hand it over, you miserable, thievin', mollycoddled sneak thief!" The monkey blinked nervously, unsure of what to do.
"Oui, you!" Barbossa bellowed at the mouse. "Don't you be a-pointin' no sword at me precious lil' boy!"
"Eh?" Reepicheep frowned in utter disbelief at what he'd just heard.
The monkey quickly hopped onto Barbossa's shoulder as if he was saying, "Daddy, save me!"
"There now. No one's gonna hurt ye, sonny." Barbossa crooned to his pet. Peter, Susan, and Edmund were dumbstruck! Lucy thought it was cute.
"Now, I've seen everything!" Edmund shook his head in embarrassment. Will and Elizabeth watched, half-amused and half-worried as the two hard-heads faced off.
"And you!" Barbossa stooped down growling at Reepicheep. "You don't dare threaten me lil' boy again, ye puny fur-ball!"
"Well, now that you mentioned it," Reepicheep shrugged, putting his sword back into the sheath, "I do notice a family resemblance. Oh, yes. Mangy, loudmouthed, trouble-making blow-fish." Jack gaped with his mouth open at the rodent. He suddenly had a tremendous change of heart regarding his dis-favorable opinion of the tiny knight.
"We should hang out more." Jack stated.
Barbossa's face was crimson. Lucy clutched Peter's arm and leaned into his shoulder. The big man still frightened her sometimes. "Speak that way to me again and I'll be a-turnin' ye into boilin' muskrat stew, ye little pipsqueak!" He snarled down at the mouse.
"Was that supposed to be irony?" Reepicheep asked casually as he hopped away.
Barbossa huffed, clenching his fists, then looked up at his little Jack. "Eh? Whatcha got there, Jackie boy?" He asked in a much lighter tone. The monkey showed him the flashlight. "Ahh. So, ye found some real pirate treasure, eh?" He smirked, tickling the monkey's chin.
"Uhh...uh...that's mine." Edmund said as he walked up to him. "And I'll be thanking you to return it safely please." Edmund said, holding out his hand.
"I don't take orders from you, boy." Barbossa narrowed his eyes.
"King. Remember?" Edmund retorted. Will and Elizabeth snickered. "Now, it you please."
"Go on, Jackie. Give the skinny shrimp back his prize. Daddy's sorry ye have to give up yur present. Go on, let him have it." Barbossa crossed his arms stubbornly. The monkey flipped the switch on, which shone the bright light right in his eyes. He screeched and flailed wildly, which sent the flashlight heading overboard.
"Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Edmund wailed frantically as he dove for it. But a pair of boots stood on the ship's railing and caught the electronic device before it fell into the ocean. Edmund glared as Jack grinned smugly and held it high out of Edmund's reach. "Hand it over, Sparrow." Edmund demanded.
"Captain Sparrow to you, ye clumsy waif." Jack teased mercilessly.
"Shoot him, Ed!" Peter yelled out.
"I would, if I had a decent pistol." Edmund grumbled. Ragetti and Reepicheep quickly scurried over and handed Edmund his now dried and cleaned out firearm. "Now, I'm only gonna say it one more time, hand it over, Jack." Edmund said firmly.
"Just what is this maddeningly fascinating contraption supposed to be anyway?" Jack asked, running his hands over the smooth surface.
"It's a torch." Susan spoke up. "Wired and operated by an electric battery." She explained calmly. The crew had no idea what that meant. Some of them shuddered. Some gasped as if the lady had just sworn in public. Others though confused thought it was fascinating.
"Amazing." Elizabeth commented. With all the chaos they'd been dealing with, she'd hardly noticed the trivial object.
"Come again, Susie?" Jack asked sarcastically.
"It's Susan!" Peter vented dangerously.
"What does it do?" Jack pierced his eyes in concentration, holding the bulb right up into his face, with his finger on the knob.
"Oh, uh, I wouldn't, uhh..." Lucy tried to warn him.
Jack flicked the switch knob on and the flashlight's bulb blinded his face. "Aaaahhh! Whoa!" Jack screeched in frightened bewilderment, throwing the gadget into the air as he flailed, lost his balance and fell backwards overboard down into the ocean water. Everyone laughed. Edmund caught his precious flashlight and made sure everything was intact. He brushed it off as if to flick the dirt from Jack's hands, and breathed on it to make it shiny again.
"Thanks for this!" He waved to Jack from overhead. Jack sputtered and gagged as he reached for the ship's ladder.
The Pevensies joined the party going ashore. Barbossa insisted that Reepicheep not accompany them, but the hard-headed mouse ignored his whining, and snuck into one of the row boats. Pintel and Ragetti were washed over as their boat catapulted on a big wave. Typical for those two. "Ahh, it feels wonderful to set foot on solid ground again." Susan sighed contentedly.
"Yeah. You get less seasick too." Edmund nodded. Jack had stopped short though everyone else was still arriving or making their way on the beach. He was looking very intently at something.
"What is that?" Susan cringed, curious and frightened.
"Davy Jones' sea monster." Barbossa answered grimly.
"The Kraken." Peter gulped, placing his hand on his sword. Lucy leaned close to Peter for protection. "It's all right, Lu." He said kindly and held her hand. Edmund also gripped his sword.
"What...what is it doing, here?" Susan asked nervously. Nobody answered, but they walked along the dark sand up to the fallen creature that lay there motionless, being nipped at and plucked to pieces from sea gulls.
"Cat-o-nine-tails!" Reepicheep gasped in astonishment. "Unbelievable!"
"Criminy!" Pintel breathed. "You stupid fish!" He growled.
"No. Actually, it's a cephalopod." Ragetti smiled as he clambered up the dead creature's long arms, like a child on a playground. He and Pintel began mentioning all kinds of ridiculous notions about what they could do with the meat.
Jack just stood there forlorn, staring into the giant creature's large, sad, lifeless eyes. Yes, the leviathan had killed him, and hundreds of others. It had been a holy terror on the Seven Seas, just like its owner Davy Jones. But Jack couldn't help feeling disheartened at seeing such a magnificent specimen gone from the world. Yes, the Kraken had been a nightmare of a menace, but it had been a living legend. And now, it was gone forever...the last of its kind...like Jack had said he wanted to be. Did he really want to be the last pirate?
"Is it...dead?" Lucy asked, afraid to speak, thinking it might stir the dreadful creature. Peter and Edmund cautiously poked at it with the tips of their swords, as did Trumpkin and Reepicheep.
"It's dead." Edmund nodded.
"I wonder who killed it." Susan remarked quietly.
"It wasn't Davy Jones of his own accord, by any means." Barbossa said. "He'd never just get rid of his terrifying pet. Beckett has his heart, he's controlling him."
"Well, at least the seas will be a bit safer." Peter pointed out.
"As long as Beckett is running the show, no one out on the ocean is truly safe." Barbossa answered grimly. Tears filled Lucy's eyes. She was frightened by the Kraken's enormous, heart-stopping size. But as she gazed into it's tired eyes, she felt saddened that someone would just toss away a living creature.
"I don't know why, but I rather feel kind of sorry for it." Lucy said unhappily.
"Never stop thinking that way, darling." Jack said encouragingly. "No matter how evil there be." Trumpkin grunted and turned around.
"Aye." Reepicheep said in agreement with Jack. He placed his feather back on his ear.
Peter decided they'd seen enough of the unpleasant scenario, so he and his siblings followed the men into the island for a change of scenery. But Jack and Barbossa lingered. Jack couldn't take his eyes off the terrible beastie. If the almighty Kraken could fall, so could he.
"Still thinking of running, Jack? You think you can outrun the world?" Barbossa asked. "You know, the problem with being the last of anything, by and by there be none left at all."
"Sometimes things come back, mate. We're living proof, you and me." Jack smiled.
Barbossa nodded. "Aye, but that's a gamble of long odds, ain't it? There's never a guarantee of comin' back. Passin' on, that's dead certain." He said seriously.
"Summoning the Brethren Court, then is it?" Jack looked at him questioningly. He still wasn't too pleased about the idea.
"It's our only hope, lad." Barbossa replied.
"That's a sad commentary in and of itself." Jack remarked in a defeated voice.
"The world used to be a bigger place." Barbossa sighed.
Jack shook his head. "No. The world's still the same. There's just...less in it." He sighed, and followed his crew. Barbossa took one last look at the dead creature then went after them.
They'd been hiking for a tedious hour, when the land changed from the tropical zone, to a welcoming, fresh climate with pine trees, and beautiful hills and rivers. They'd reached the other side, they were back in Narnia! "We're here!" Lucy cheered. Trumpkin mentioned that he'd traveled to these parts a couple times, but it had been years. The Pevensie children didn't recall coming to this island before, though Peter insisted he knew where to go. "You're going the wrong way." Trumpkin told him over and over again.
"You a sure ye know where you're a-goin', boy?" Barbossa asked Peter.
"I know what I'm doing." Peter insisted. Jack helped Lucy climbed over a pad of large, sharp rocks.
"I don't remember this way before." Susan commented.
"That's the problem with girls. You can't carry a map in your heads." Peter teased smugly.
"That's because our heads have something in them!" Lucy snickered. The crew chuckled. Jack rolled his eyes while Barbossa grinned. These children may have been, well, just children. But they were plucky.
"I wish he'd just listen to the DLF in the first place." Susan commented.
"DLF?" Edmund asked.
"Dear little friend." Lucy chuckled. Edmund smiled.
"Oh, that's not at all patronizing, is it?" Trumpkin grunted.
"Never." Reepicheep answered for him. "Queen Lucy is nothing if not gracious."
"As if we could say the same for the rest of the lot." Jack glanced at Peter and Edmund. Susan deliberately stomped on his foot as she passed him. Jack's jaw dropped and he hobbled along, rubbing his sore toes. "Oui, I didn't mean you!" He pleaded.
Soon they'd reached a small creek. Most of the men gathered up all the fresh water they could haul from the spring. "It's almost just like home. Well, our home in Narnia that is." Susan remarked, smiling.
Lucy ventured away from the group, just looking around when she spotted a large black bear on the other side of the gravel beach. "Hello, there!" Lucy greeted merrily. At first, most of the men thought she was being foolish.
"Narnia, mates. Talking animals seem to be a thing here." Jack tried to explain to the confused crew.
"It's all right. We're friends." Lucy said cheerily when the bear stood on his hind legs.
Trumpkin sensed trouble. "Don't move, Your Majesty!" He yelled urgently. Lucy looked back at him uncertainly. The bear snarled viciously.
"Lucy! Look out!" Jack called, wildly waving his arms. The bear charged right toward the little girl, and Lucy took off running. The men in the crew were shaken, and some of them so petrified they'd be turned into bear dinner that they could barely move.
"Bear!" Ragetti cried and bumped into Pintel as they both tried to run away but bopped each other instead.
"Stay away from her!" Susan hollered sharply at the enormous mammal, drawing out her bow and arrow. Peter and Edmund had drawn their swords.
Lucy tripped over her long dress and fell to the ground. She looked up fearfully as the bear towered over her. "Shoot, Susan! Shoot!" Edmund cried, his heart caught in his throat.
Lucy screamed in fright. Then a loud gun shot out and the bear collapsed onto its side. Lucy looked up, breathing heavily. Everyone turned and looked. Barbossa was standing there glaring, with smoke whispering out of his pistol. He'd saved her life! The larger than life beastly reprobate with nasty manners and a frightful temper had just saved Lucy!
"Why wouldn't he stop?" Susan asked unhappily.
"I suspect he was hungry." Trumpkin mumbled as they all approached the wounded animal.
Peter hurried to Lucy's side, and pulled her to her feet, and held her closely to himself. He could feel her shaking under his grip. Jack came to her side."Thanks." She said sadly to Barbossa. He merely looked at her with a small nod.
"He was wild." Edmund said in dismay. Trumpkin and Barbossa tapped the bear. He was still breathing. Reepicheep was silent, but he gazed forlornly at the huge beast.
"I don't think he could talk at all." Peter added.
"But why?" Lucy asked with tears.
"You get treated like a dumb animal long enough, that's what you become." Trumpkin explained, kneeling down beside the bear. "You may find Narnia a more savage place than you remember." Lucy hid her face in Peter's chest while the dwarf finished the job with his knife.
"I think we've seen enough." Susan whispered to Peter.
"Susan is right." Peter agreed.
"Aye. We best be off this land before last light." One of the crew men suggested.
"Back to the boats, lads." Barbossa ordered.
"Back to the boats, lads!" Jack echoed him. Barbossa curled his lip and shook his head.
Finding and picking up some fresh fruit along the way, they only had a few miles left to go before they passed the Narnian border and set foot back onto the tropical land. "Halt! Everybody halt!" Jack barked.
"What are ye doin'?" Barbossa huffed.
"Shut it, you old buzzard. I heard something!" Jack stood still with his arms spread out cautiously.
"Yeah. Footsteps." Trumpkin grumbled in irritation. "There's an army of them behind you, Jelly Legs."
"No! I really heard something." Jack argued. Reepicheep twitched his nose back and forth, and his ears perked up.
"He's right. Everyone quiet." Reepicheep said, pulling out his sword. They all remained silent, and sure enough, they heard some odd noises. It sounded like animals, large animals! Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy all huddled standing at each other's backs, with Peter holding Lucy's hand, and Susan drawing her bow.
A shrill wolf's howl pierced the air. "Wolves?!" Ragetti panicked.
"Run!" Pintel screamed.
"Stay where ye are, ye idiots!" Barbossa snapped. Suddenly, the Black Pearl party found themselves surrounded, by...wolves, fauns, minotaurs, centaurs, griffins, leopards, and bears! And a scraggly, very angry looking dwarf that looked years older and uglier than Trumpkin.
"Narnians!" Edmund stated.
"Too-a-loo!" Cotton's parrot squawked, and fled through the air.
"What the..." Tae Huang bit his lip. "What do they want with us?!"
"Don't eat us!" Ragetti wailed.
"My brothers, please!" Reepicheep shouted, greeting the creatures and waving his paws.
"Reepicheep?!" A badger answered him.
"Trufflehunter, my good friend." Reepicheep smiled.
"I didn't expect to see you again...Nikabrick." Trumpkin said with disgust.
"I thought they got rid of you." Nikabrick the other dwarf snarled. "Pirates! Pirates! Hang them!" The mob shouted in agreement and closed in on the pirates.
"Ahh, this one could come in handy." Nikabrick leered up at Jack who held his hands up in the air. "We could chop off his hair and sell them locks at a handsome price."
"No, no, no. Sorry, boys. I ain't a givin' up these luscious locks. They be way too valuable." Jack pleaded.
"Then we'll stick your head on the lamppost and use your eyes for a necklace." A leopard bard his teeth. Jack gulped hard with beady eyes as wide as saucers.
"I'm deeply flattered, fellas, but perhaps we can find a less brutal way of handling this?" He grinned feebly. "Parley?"
"Take them! Especially the stupid one here." One of the bears roared, eyeing Jack.
"No! Stop!" Lucy cried. "Please! Please don't hurt them!"
"We mean no harm!" Peter shouted, holding up his sword. "Release us, and we'll discuss this peacefully."
"There is no peace." A faun said dejectedly.
"It's them!" Trufflehunter the badger announced. "It is he, High King Peter!"
"You are quite right, my friend." Reepicheep breathed in relief. "If the rest of you would keep your mouths shut!" He scolded the other Narnians.
"Queen Susan?" A female wolf cocked her head.
"Yes." Susan nodded quickly.
"Your Majesty." The wolf bowed respectfully.
"These are the high kings and queens of Narnia." Reepicheep explained.
"Then let them come forward. This is the reason we have gathered." A very tall centaur said calmly in his deep voice. Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy slowly stepped away from their defense stance and face the creature. However, the rest of the Narnians kept their eyes and weapons trained on the pirates. A faun started to play with Jack's beads on his braid.
"No, no." Jack shook his index finger at him. "Mine!"
"Your Majesties, you must forgive our indiscretion, but we have been in hiding for fear of our lives much too long." The centaur bowed his head.
"Is there some place safe where we can talk?" Peter asked him.
"There is, my lord. Follow. Oh, what shall we do with them?" He glared at the pirates.
"Bring them along. But bind them." Edmund said with a smirk. Peter smiled widely at him.
The Narnians led them to a lush thicket deep in the forest. Several of them were relieved and overjoyed to see their monarchs return while other were bitterly ready to overthrow them. The pirates were tied up with ropes to trees so all they could do was listen and wonder what their fate would be. Nikabrick was the most vocal on the subject or revenge. "All this proves is that they abandoned us!" Nikabrick snarled.
"We didn't abandon anybody." Peter said firmly.
"Yeah? Everything went wrong after you left!" One of the centaurs hollered bitterly. "The East India Trading Company invaded, and took everything from us!"
"Our homes!" A female faun cried. "And our sons!"
"Our lands! Our freedom!" A wolf growled.
"You would hold us accountable for the crimes of intruders?" Edmund spoke out.
"Accountable...and punishable!" Nikabrick seethed.
"I wonder how the Brethren Court will solve this?" Jack teased Barbossa, who glowered at him.
"Ha!" Reepicheep drew his sword and crept toward Nikabrick. "That is rich coming from you, dwarf! Or have you forgotten, that it was your people that fought alongside the White Witch?"
"The White Witch?" Jack's eyes popped out.
"Who-who's she?" Ragetti shuddered.
"Jadis. Don't tell me ye forgotten the tales of how these scamps came to rule over Narnia." Barbossa said dryly.
She turned people into stone!" Pintel added. "I heard!"
"And I would gladly do it again, if it would rid us of these barbarians." Nikabrick glowered at the Pevensies.
"You use that word about them again and I will feed you to the gulls." Trumpkin spoke up angrily, pointing his knife directly into his opponent's throat, so that a tiny trickle of blood seeped out.
"Then it's a good thing that it's not in your power to bring her back!" Edmund told Nikabrick. He shuddered as he remembered the evil, cold-hearted woman who'd deceived him and used him to betray his siblings.
"Or are you suggesting that we ask these children to go against Aslan now?" The badger huffed at the livid dwarf.
"NOO! Noo! Never!" The crowd shouted.
"Fickle bunch, aren't they, mate?" Jack shrugged.
"They should just cross a dividing line and let us go." Barbossa muttered.
"Some of you may have forgotten, but we badgers remember well...that Narnia was never right, except when a Son of Adam was king." Trufflehunter said.
"They work with pirates, you imbecile!" Nikabrick yelled. "Why would we want them as our kings?!"
"Because we can help you!" Lucy blurted out. "That's why we came back, to fight for what's ours, what belongs to all of us."
"It's a trick!" One of the spectators jeered.
"Let's at least hear them out!" Another interjected.
"Beyond these woods, this island, we are kings and queens." Edmund said calmly. "The Narnian kingdom is rightfully yours!"
"Help us claim it, and we can bring peace between us." Susan added quietly. Jack smiled warmly. Maybe he'd been wrong about her. Maybe there was a good reason she was called the Gentle.
"It is true." One of the minotaurs grabbed everyone's attention, the one who had led them here. "The time is ripe. I watch the skies...for it is mine to watch, as it is yours to remember, badger. Tarva, the lord of victory, and Alambil, the lady of peace have come together in the high heavens. And now here, Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve have come forth...to offer us back our freedom." Peter smiled in tremendous relief, that someone, one of their people finally believed them and was giving them a chance!
"Is it possible?" A red squirrel up in the trees asked excitedly. "Do you really think there could be peace? Do you? I mean...I mean, really?"
"Now why can't my little Jackie do that?" Barbossa whispered to himself, thinking of his pet monkey. The squirrel played with Jack's bandanna and his curls.
"Go away. Shoo." Jack mumbled, but the red squirrel cocked his head.
"You are no doubt the silliest pirate I've ever seen." He teased.
"Ahh, but now you've seen me." Jack grinned.
"Stop doing that." Barbossa groaned, fed up with this mess.
"Two days ago, I didn't believe in the existence of such a real place of purgatory." Peter said solemnly, thinking of Davy Jones' locker. "Or half-man half sea-serpents...or a cut out heart that still beats. Yet, despite my refusal to want to see the truth, it is very real!"
"And here you all are, in strengths and numbers that the enemy could never have imagined." Lucy said confidently.
"Whether you hate us or not, here we are, all of us! Thrust together because of what our enemy has done to our kingdom." Peter said, feeling his courage renewed. "And together, we'll have a chance to take back what is ours!"
"If you will lead us, my sons and I offer you our swords." The Minotaur came forward, unsheathing his sword, and the crowd followed his example.
"And we offer you our lives, unreservedly." Reepicheep humbly bowed.
"Cutler Beckett's army of scumbags won't be far behind us, lads." Barbossa said to Peter and Edmund.
"If we are to be ready for them, we need to hurry and see that the meeting of the Brethren Court takes place, as soon as possible." Edmund replied.
The Narnians finally released them and peacefully let them go back the way they came. Edmund used his flashlight in the dark areas of the island, so they could see better. Ragetti and Pintel wanted to play with it, but Edmund refused to let anyone touch it." It's high noon, boys. We best hurry." Barbossa reminded them. They'd lost precious time from the delay. Relief washed over them when they reentered the humid air and palm trees.
They'd nearly reached the beach, when they stumbled across a disturbing sight! A dead body of a Chinese man lay in a small pool of water, his skin a sickly greenish white. Lucy closed her eyes, unable to look. Barbossa stooped down and dipped his finger into the water, tasted it, then instantly spat it out in disgust. "Poisoned. Fouled by the body." He grunted.
"Hey, I know him! He was in Singapore!" One of the crew members exclaimed.
"Singapore!" Cotton's parrot squawked after he returned to his owner's shoulder.
"Captain!" Ragetti yelled from the beach. "Hoy! We've got company!" On the horizon, a ship with Chinese sails was approaching the Black Pearl. All of Tae Huang's men aimed their guns at Jack's head. He looked at them incredulously.
"He's the captain." He grinned sheepishly and pointed to Barbossa, who rolled his eyes in irritation. This could mean only one thing: Lord Sao Feng had arrived!
