South Down: Could you be a little more descriptive next time?
GBond007: I guarantee you, more characters will show up.
Pikamonproductions: 1. It may not seem like it now, but as will be shown soon enough, it's kind of plot relevant. 2. It was a photograph, but otherwise, yes.
Malstygian: That actually did cross my mind, but it didn't come to pass.
"I can't believe those stupid boys outsmarted us AGAIN!" Buccaneer Bebe complained when she and the other girls had exited the cave. "Now they have the map, meaning this whole treasure hunt was pointless!"
"It might not be," Captain Wendy reassured her, staring off into sea. "If we can get back to land quick enough, we might just be able to follow them."
"Um, we have more important matters than that," Swashbuckler Red pointed out. "Where's Annie?"
The three girls looked around the island in surprise, then out at sea. "Oh no," Wendy whispered. "She ran ahead to try and take back the map. The boys must've done away with her somehow."
"Poor little Annie," Bebe said, her shoulders slumping. "Always so desperate to prove herself."
The three girls stood there for a few moments, silently mourning the loss of their friend. Eventually, Red spoke up.
"Well this sucks," She said, putting her hands on her hips. "Now how are we going to fill that void? I mean, where are we going to find another blonde, naive, innocent-"
"Um, hey girls?" The girls heard a familiar voice say, and turned around to see Deckhand Butters, still pinned to the cave walls by the trident. "Could you give me a hand here?"
The girls exchanged glances with each other. Then, Red strode up towards Butters, trying to look as friendly as possible.
"Hey there, fella," She said, reaching out and caressing his face tenderly. "Are you hurt?"
"Well, not physically, at least," Butters replied uneasily.
"Are you lost?" Bebe followed up, standing at Butters' other side.
"Um, I guess you could say that?" Butters asked, a little uncomfortable at his personal space being invaded.
"Well, hey," Red said, pulling the trident out from the wall, freeing him. "Since you have nowhere else to go, why don't you hang out with us?"
". . . I feel like I don't have much of a choice in this," Butters meekly said, looking up at the two girls.
"Good answer!" Bebe said, pulling Butters up to his feet. She and Red half-dragged him towards the docked ship, Bebe saying, "Alright, let's get this thing back to sea."
As the girls, along with their new addition, boarded the ship, Red asked Butters, "Hey, you wouldn't happen to know how to set up sails, would you?"
"Um, maybe?" Butters replied, shrugging his shoulders.
"Well then get onto that!" She ordered, pointing towards the sails. "We have to make it to land as fast as possible!"
". . . Oh, hamburgers," Butters whispered, looking at the floor.
Before long, Stan, Kyle, Ike and Timmy had successfully made it back to land. Once they did, Timmy morphed back into his Pope Timmy form, and Stan and Kyle set the treasure chest down onto the grass.
"Hey, Jimmy!" Stan called out, wandering away from the shore. "Um, Jimmy, we're back! And we have the map!" He got no reply.
"Where is he?" Kyle asked, looking around for any sign of their friend. "He said he'd meet us when we got back."
"Maybe he got impatient," Stan suggested. "Regardless, now that we have the map, we should figure out what to do with-"
THUNK!
Suddenly, an arrow pierced the treasure chest, causing the boys to jump in alarm. They whipped their heads up towards the trees, and saw an Indian Hunter concealed in the leaves, his bow and arrow aimed at them.
The hunter let out an Indian war cry, and without warning, multiple Indian braves rushed out of hiding, surrounding the four terrified boys. Shouts of "Scalp 'em!" and "Put up your dukes!" filled the air as they aimed their weapons at the four. Ike screamed and hid behind Kyle, who shielded his brother despite his own obvious terror.
An Indian Brute, the largest of the Indian kids, pushed through the crowd. He aimed his spear at Stan, who raised his arms up in surrender. His eyes narrowed as he stared into Stan's terrified ones.
Then, the Indian's eyes widened in shock. "It's him," He whispered in awe. Immediately, he got down onto his knees, bowing before Stan. The other Indians, seeing what the Brute had seen, quickly did the same.
Kyle, holding onto Ike, stared at the Indians, baffled. "What's going on?" He asked.
Stan himself was silent for a few moments, trying to understand why the Indians who had attacked them were now bowing before him. Then, realization struck him.
"Oh," He whispered. Whipping out his phone, he transformed into Stan of Many Moons.
"Arise, my warriors," He commanded, raising his hatchet in the air. The Indians did as he commanded.
"Apologies, my chief," The Indian Brute said. "We were sent here to await your arrival."
"I guess whoever sent you didn't bother giving you a picture," Kyle said, annoyed at the harsh greeting. "Who sent you, anyways?"
"The Chief's Daughter," One of the hunters informed him. "We shall take you to her."
"Daughter?" Stan of Many Moons said, baffled. "Me and Wendy haven't. . . never mind. Take us to her."
"As you command, chief," The Indian Brute said.
Before long, the now larger group were wandering through the woods. The deeper they got into the forest, the more Indian hunters and braves they saw, hidden throughout the woods.
Finally, one of the braves stopped the group. "We're here," He said, pointing up ahead towards a village nearby. "Many Moon's Stronghold."
The boys gazed at the village, amazed. It looked like a real Native American village, far more authentic than the make-belief ones they'd created in the real world. Without another word, they headed forward.
As the Indians in the village saw Stan of Many Moons arrive, they quickly made way for him, some bowing in respect. One of the hunters rushed up to the group, informing them, "The Chief's Daughter is this way."
The boys followed the hunter through the village. Eventually, they found a tall woman in the center of the village, her back turned towards them. The hunter walked up to her, saying, "Stan of Many Moons is here to see you."
Quickly, the woman turned around. As soon as she did, Stan's eyes widened in horror.
"Dad?!" He shouted in shock.
"Hey, Stan!" Randy exclaimed, brushing his long hair. "How do I look? I'm dressed as Pocahontas!" He posed in his Pocahontas dress.
Stan stared at his father in disbelief. "W-W-What are you-you. . ." He stuttered, at a loss for words.
"After your mom and I found out you'd gotten this new game, we decided we'd come in and join you," Pocahontas Randy explained. "Won't that be fun?"
"Uuuuuh," Stan droned, uncomfortable. "Dad, that's not really necessary. . ."
"Stanley!" The boys heard a voice call out. Turning around, they saw Sharon rushing over to them, a concerned look on her face.
"Your arm!" She said in horror, taking Stan's arm, which had dried blood on it. It was only then that he remembered the arrow wound he'd gotten from Bebe.
"It's nothing mom, really," Stan reassured her.
"Hush," Sharon said, placing a hand onto Stan's shoulder. Within moments, Stan's wound had healed.
"Whoa, dude!" Kyle exclaimed, amazed. The boys then remembered that Sharon was a Medicine Woman.
"Thanks, mom," Stan mumbled, though he was still uneasy about his parents being in the game.
At that moment, Jimmy hobbled up towards them. "Hey fellas!" He greeted. He was no longer in his Friar form; instead, he was in his Storyteller guise.
"Nice to see you made it back from the island," He told them. "Did you get the m-m-map?"
"Yeah, it's right here," Kyle said, opening up the treasure chest, unveiling it. "As soon as we find out where the key is, we're gonna set off to get it."
"Yeah," Stan agreed.
"Uh, no you're not," Sharon told them, causing the boys to look up at her, confused.
"What?" Stan asked. "Why not?"
"You just got back from a pirate hunt, and got shot," Sharon reminded them. "You need to rest up a bit before you go on another adventure."
"Come on, mom," Stan complained.
"No, Stan," Sharon retorted, raising a finger to silence him. "It's already getting dark out." The boys looked up at the skies, and saw that it was, indeed, getting darker.
"I didn't realize the digital world had a day-and-night simulation," Stan murmured to himself.
"Stan, maybe your mom has a point," Kyle said to him. "It's almost nighttime, and we're in a village surrounded by warriors, so I doubt anyone is gonna risk trying to steal the map. Let's stay for the night, and form a proper plan for reaching the key. Then we can leave in the morning."
Stan considered Kyle's suggestion. Glancing over, he saw that Ike was already falling asleep by the campsite.
"Alright," He said, finally. "We'll spend the night here. But posts some guards around the village. The last thing we want is someone sneaking in to take the map. Especially Cartman."
"You got it, chief," One of the hunters said, and ran off to inform the other braves and hunters.
"Now," Kyle whispered, pulling the map out of the treasure chest. "Time to find out where the key is."
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