Author: Here it is...FINALLY!! Chapter 11. I have been having some serious writer's block. I have the next two chapters written up, but Im drawing a blank after them. Hopefully I can come up with something soon....I really do. Anyways enjoy :)
Chapter 11
The Cyclops proceeded quickly through the forest, uprooting the small trees in his path. We came upon rocky terrain that ascended up to a cave. The cave was dark and damp, and reeked of mould and decay. The beast carried me through a series of tunnels until we reached a large hollow room. There was a large fire burning in the middle of the room, casting a light upon the countless bones of the Cyclops's past dinners.
Once I was dropped to the ground I quickly raced back towards the entrance only to be stopped by a forceful blow from behind. I fell to the ground onto my stomach. Looking up, the Cyclops stood over top of me and made a piercing roar. He then continued with a satisfied snort from the victory of making his point across to me, I was to be going nowhere. He picked me up and he threw me over to a far corner before he went back to his fire. I scanned the room, there was only one way out and he had made it clear I wasn't going anywhere near there.
Time passed slowly, every minute was painful. I even had the thought of jumping into the fire so that I could just get my impending death over with. I watched the Cyclops from my little corner. He was sitting by the fire wildling some sort of figure out of a block of wood. I folded my knees into my chest and wrapped my arms around my legs. It was a comfort thing I did when I was truly scared. Not the kind of scared one gets from finding a spider in their covers or hears a shocking boom of thunder. No, it was the scare one feels when they are faced with inevitable death.
I started to hum a tune my father had taught me and began to think back on happier memories. I remembered the time when Lizzie and I got in the worst trouble with our fathers. We had shown up late for a formal occasion completely dressed in mud from tumbling around on the ground beating up a local boy who had made fun of my mother. I remembered the first time I held the victorious sword at my brother's throat after beating him the first time in my life. I remembered the first time I laid eyes on the crystal blues waters and the white beaches of the Caribbean. The happy memories flooded into my head and I continued to hum the serenading tune, and then…*snore*…
"What was that?"
My eyes flew open, and couldn't believe what was happening. The Cyclops was drifting off to sleep. I stopped humming my little song and the beast turned towards me and let out an annoyed grunt. I hummed the tune once more and the beast began to nod off once again. I kept singing until finally he collapsed into a state of deep sleep. When I was completely sure the beast was asleep, I slowly pulled myself onto my feet. Tip toeing as quiet as a mouse, I started to inch my way towards the exit. Just as I was passing the sleeping beast I accidentally lost my footing on some slimy mildew and tripped over a rock. I froze, fearing I had woken the sleeping giant but all he did was let out a lazy grunt and continue his sleep. Letting out a sigh of relief I once again pushed myself back up and worked my way towards the entrance. But just as I neared the finish line my attention was momentarily interrupt by something in my peripheral vision.
A stone, incased in the arms of a skeleton, was covered in the same markings as the ones on the lock of my mother's journal. A part of me pleaded for me to just get out of the cave unscathed, but a word I had become familiar with had caught my eye, Atlantis. Quietly I crept over to the skeleton. It wore strange tribal clothing, and a large headdress. I assumed it was a villager of the island from long ago who had his fate in the hands of the Cyclops. I tried my best the read the stone, but the lack of light and years of erosion made it hard to make out much. Mostly I could make out it spoke of a city, engulf by the seas after enraging the goddess Calypso. There was a small drawing of three isles, with a star rising over one of the passageway. I took out my mother's journal and began sketching the drawing on a corner of a page. Underneath the drawing was a phrase of some sort. I tried my best to copy the lettering, but the fire proved to be of no help in the lighting. I then took the stone and tried to turn it so it faced the light more. This was my mistake. As I turned the stone, the skeleton that was holding it then crumpled to pieces, and the large headdress fell off rolling towards the fire. My eyes followed the crown that rolled towards the Cyclopes. My eyes then followed their way up the body of the beast to one menacing eye that bore back at me.
The Cyclops let out a petrifying roar, and started to crawl his way towards me. Frantically feeling around for something that I could use for defense, I discovered an old rusty cutlass. Gripping it I plunged the blade into the beasts eye causing to cry out in pain. I took my opportune moment and ran towards the exit. Somehow my feet had remembered series of tunnels and they carried me all the way until I finally reached the outside and was greeted by the blinding light of the sun.
I stood at the entrance, trying to catch my breath. My knees shook uncontrollably, and my heart pounded in my chest. Just as I began to regain my composure, I heard an angry cry from behind me. Turning abruptly around I came back to reality. I knew the Cyclops would be looking for me and so I quickly dashed down the same trial that the beast had taken me, which was easy to follow by the snapped trees. I didn't stop running for anything that was until I heard voices coming from farther down the path. I stopped dead in my tracks a listened carefully to the approaching voices,
"…if you don't find that wrench with my journal, by Poseidon's hand I swear it will be your heads," came a frightfully commanding voice. I took my cue and ran for a hiding spot behind a large boulder. Blackbeard must have known the code for the lock and opened the fake to realize that it wasn't my mother's journal. I pressed my back up against the rock and tried to slow my breath. The voices of Blackbeard and his crew came closer and closer with each step they took. The voices then stopped adjacent to the boulder. Foolishly I peered around the boulder catching the eyes of Sealegs. I scrambled trying to run the other way, but I recklessly I tripped over backwards into someone's chest. I tried to scream but was muffled by a hand covering my mouth.
"I will remove my hand if you promise not to scream," a familiar voice whispered into my ear. I nodded and my captor released me. I turned to look up and find Sparrow standing right behind me.
"Well go and have a look then…" bellowed Blackbeard. My head spun around toward the voice. Sparrow took me by the arm and raised a finger to his lips. I nodded my head signaling I would be quiet. Sparrow lead me from the boulder and around the pirates, crouching behind the bushes. Just then I heard a large smack come from behind us followed by,
"You bloody idiot! There is no one there!" barked one of Blackbeard's crew. I felt a wave a relief, which was interrupted by Sparrow carelessly stepping on a dry twig, causing it to let out an exposing sound.
"Buggars," Sparrow muttered as the band of pirates turned towards us.
"Well now, what to we got here?" Blackbeard said walking in front of his crew who were now snickering wickedly. Sparrow gave a quick awkward smile, but his gaze quickly made its way up over the advancing pirates. Following his gaze I looked up into a terrifying sight,
"What the bloody hell are you two looking at?" Blackbeard questioned. Turning around the crew looked straight up to, not one, but two very angry Cyclops
"Sparrow, do you have a plan B?" I inquired slowly backing up
"Well there is one highly effective plan that I has used many of times," he replied
"…and that would be?" We were frozen to the spot as we stared up at the beasts, until it released an infuriated roar,
"….RUN!" Sparrow cried turning and fleeing through the trees, failing his arms as he ran.
"That's your brilliant idea!" I cried running after him leaving Blackbeard and his men to fend themselves against one of the beasts while the other one pursued Sparrow and I.
Running I fast I as could I soon past by Sparrow and kept running. He did his best to keep up behind me; the years of rum didn't serve his fitness very well. Knocking down anything that got in his path, the Cyclops pursued us through the forest. Just then the Earth seemed to suddenly disappear in front of me, and I stopped abruptly before I flew off the edge of the cliff. Unfortunately Sparrow hadn't been looking were he was going and smacked right into me sending us both tumbling down the mountainside. Landing on top of Sparrow in a very awkward position, my fall was softened,
"Now this is not the time nor the place love," Sparrow teased, which was followed by a disgusted "bleh" from me. From a top of the mountain the Cyclops bawled a fuming cry and began his pursuit down the mountain.
"Oh come on," I yell grabbing Sparrow's arm dragging him through the forest down a path I hoped that would lead to the beach. Just then three familiar pirates came stumbling out onto the path,
"Mr. Gibbs," shouted Sparrow as we ran by Gibbs, Pintel, and Ragetti, "it seems we have a great need to get off this island as of this instance!" The three men turned to find the perusing beast,
"AYE CAPTAIN," yelled Gibbs, "you two prepare the boat!" he ordered. Pintel and Ragetti hastily speed past us towards the beach. How they could run that fast I will never know. Nearing the beach I could hear the waves, and then the rumbling footsteps of our chaser. I dared to look back and find it advancing on us quickly. All of us piled into the longboat barely escaping the clutches of the Cyclops. It stopped dead at the water, I realized that it couldn't swim. In its frustration, it started throwing large rocks at us and throwing a terrible fit that reminded me of a bratty child. A wave of relief washed over me as we made our way to the Pearl.