JIM ch 10

Jim was locked in a cell on the lowest deck of the ship. He was beyond confused about the events that occurred earlier. One minute he was dancing with Melody and the next his Father had him hanging over his shoulder. Why did his Father want with him? And how did he find him? Suddenly Jim heard footsteps coming towards his cell. It was his Father. Jim didn't want to speak with him, but he was curious as to what his Father wanted.

"Jim, how's it going?"

"What do you want with me?"

"Oh Jim, can't a father spend time with his only son?"

"You left us! Remember? I know you don't want to spend time with me or you would've stayed. So just cut to the chase, no more beating around the bush."

"Smart boy. You got that from my side of the family."

"No, that's definitely from my Mother," replied Jim with a stern voice. There was no way he was like this man at all.

"I heard you found a map. A map that led you to Treasure Island."

"Well obviously you didn't hear the whole story. It was destroyed. It's gone."

"That's fine. I didn't want to go to Treasure Island anyway."

'Then what do you want? Just get on with it."
"I want the map you found."

"Why?"

"Well what does a map do? It leads you to a place doesn't it? That map doesn't just have directions to Treasure Island…"

Jim didn't know where his Father intended to go, but he had no idea that map led to other places. Jim had the map of course. He had kept it on him ever since he made it out of Treasure Island alive. He even had it on him now. It was in his nice dress suit pocket because it literally never left his side. He didn't want it to get in the wrong hands again. His Father could reach in there and grab it if he wanted to… or he could try to convince his Father that he hid it somewhere else so he could have time to create a plan to escape.

"Well… I'm sorry to say that I don't have it. I hid it so it wouldn't get in the wrong hands ever again."

"Well I'm sorry to say that you're going to have to tell me where it is or I will have to kill you."

"You'd kill your own son?" Jim knew he shouldn't have been too surprised at his Father's statement, but he had grown up with this man in his house for 10 years. He thought his Father might have cared for him a little, but it was evident that he did not.

"I will do whatever it takes to find this place," replied his Father.

"What's so special about this place?"

"Oh it can lead us to a mythical place with a very powerful weapon."

Jim did not like the sound of that. He had to keep his Father on a wild goose chase for the map.

"Well head west. That'll get you heading in the right direction."

"Good choice son. I'll leave you to your thoughts."

Jim was thinking of new directions to give his Father to keep him from finding the map that was simply inside his pocket; the pocket of his nice suit that he wore to the ball and danced with Melody in. Melody. He hoped she was all right and that her Father wasn't too hard on her. Most of all, he hoped that Melody wasn't out looking for him and getting herself into danger, but he had a strange feeling she was.