Chapter 4
We found land. Nowadays, considering how close it was, I wish we never did. we anchored down just a few meters off the island, but dad quickly spoke up.
"No! Go right up on to the beach!"
"The tide be going out soon, if we anchor there, we'll be beached!" Gibbs protested.
"Yes, beached. Beached good." He muttered.
When we arrived on the beach, everything was quiet. This was probably just a un-inhabited island.
"Lets look for food?" suggested dad, scurrying into the jungle. As soon as we where there, Cottons parrot started playing up, squawking. "Don't eat me! Don't eat me!" then he flew off back to The Black Pearl. "What's wrong with the bird?" Charlie asked.
"Who knows..." I mumbled.
We travelled deeper into the jungle. I still found it weird that it was silent, though.
It was silent because we where being ambushed. As soon as we where in the heart of the jungle, we where captured. A net sprang down on the crew, yes all of us (which there is a lot of!) , except dad. He stood literally an inch away from the net, turned round, and had a brooding expression on. Then, people stepped from the trees and bushes.
They had spears, knives and bows and arrows. They all had bowl cuts. "Oh my Davy Jones, you guys need wigs!" they clearly didn't understand.
"allow me" dad assured. Then he went off in this weird language. The people nodded. Then he said something else. "Their the Pelegosta's! Their cannibals!"
Our faces paled. Or as much as they could with everybody's faces being tanned from the sun. But then the Pelegosta people said something else.
"They think I'm a god, save me!" dad said, before they carried him away. A few cannibals stayed, luring half the crew away, leaving around 14 of us left. Davy Jones knows what they where doing to the other half of the crew.
"Gibbs, what are they doing to them?" I gulped.
"They be killing them, then using their bones for cages" Gibbs replied.
"Is that why they didn't use dad, 'cos he's so small?" Charlie asked.
"Aye, probably. And do they know what they be doing to Jack?"
"What?" I asked, generally scared.
"They think he's a god. They'll arrange a group of drum players, then when those drums stop, they'll roast him alive and eat him. Or as they call it: releasing him of his fleshy form"
We needed to get out of here. Now.