Chapter 2- The One True Force
"Guybrush!" A soft voice said.
"Mmmm… Elaine! I'm sleeeeeepyyyyyyyyyyy." Guybrush whined in his sleep.
Aindréas sighed. This kid was so unaccustomed to this place.
"Guybrush, it's me. Aindréas Riley, your fellow prisoner and only friend."
Guybrush reluctantly opened his eyes to the rather unpleasant place that he was in. At least he still had his memory of his wife.
"Well, Good Morning to you." Aindréas sighed to his friend.
As if that could ever be possible. He thought.
Neither of the two of them said anything, and Aindréas knew that they'd have plenty of time to talk in the eternity that was coming up. Finally, Guybrush broke the silence.
"So, where do I fit into this twisted yarn?"
"Mmm. Yes. Well, anyway, within a few years of overthrowing LeChuck, Lorcán had only one force to overthrow; The Devil himself. About ten or so miles away from Monkey Island, there's another island… Aggck. The name escapes me right now. But anyway, there's a rock in the middle of the island, and it held an emerald ring in it. Lorcán got onto that island, and destroyed the rock…"
"Wait, there isn't an island within 40 miles of Monkey Island!"
"There used to be. When Lorcán destroyed that rock, the island sunk into the water, killing the inhabitants that weren't fortunate enough to get out. That rock holds a lot of power. It held up that island, and it also held the forces of the earth; Good, bad, divine, earthly, love, hate… It held everything! Lorcán has it all on his bony finger. He is the one true master. An-" Aindréas stopped abrubtly.
He held still as the cave door was opened. The prisoners covered their eyes to protect themselves from the lights of hell. Something was roughly thrown in. When the door was shut, Aindréas checked it, and found some crude form of nutrition.
"Ooh! Cap'n Crapp! I love this stuff!" Guybrush said.
"So did I. Say, do you like Weenie-Tots? Hope you do, cause that's gonna be your meal for the rest of your life." Aindréas said, splitting the food between them.
"Hmmm. I wonder how Elaine's doing."
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"Guybrush!? Guybrush!" Elaine sobbed, indifferent to the people around her. After her husband's disappearance three days before, Elaine had cried almost nonstop. Not even the voodoo lady could conjure up anything to find out where Guybrush had went.
"Elaine, honey, you have to eat. I know you're shaken up, but that's no reason to stop your life."
"But he's gone! He's the love of my life, and he's gone! I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye!"
"Elaine! Guybrush knows how much you love him. He's known that since he met you. I'll tell you what. If you eat some of Captain Blondebeard's chicken, then I will try and locate him, alright love?"
Elaine nodded and sniffled. The Voodoo Priestess hugged her and sent her to get some dinner. She looked into the ball and chanted a spell, hoping to get a glimpse of a living Guybrush. She searched, and saw a huge black ship seize Guybrush's vessel and capture him. She saw that it wasn't LeChuck in charge of this one either.
"Horatio!" The Voodoo Lady shouted, and within moments of the call, Elaine and Herman Toothrot were by her side.
"I found your grandson! He's on Abhorrence Island (A/N: Thesauruses are Wonderful things!)." She shouted.
"Oh, Guybrush! Is he okay?" Elaine asked, eyes full of hope.
The Voodoo Lady became somber once more.
"Somewhat. He's been imprisoned in a cave with another man. I can't hear what they are saying, but their lips appear to be telling a tale…"
"So, you still haven't told me where I fit in." Guybrush commented.
"You're quite the impatient one, aren't you?" Aindréas smirked.
Guybrush nodded.
"Alright! When Lorcán took over, he allowed LeChuck to return to meddling and frightening the pirates of the Carribean, under one condition; He take prisoners every now and then. LeChuck agreed and then set out. When I finished the three trials, I went out and beat LeChuck, and this angered him. I beat him three more times after that, and that infuritated him. One day, my wife Kiara and I were sailing around, planning our future, when all of a sudden we were attacked by a colossal wave, which sunk our ship immediately. I have the ability to hold my breath for quite a while, but unfortunately Kiara didn't, and I was forced to watch her drown. I considered drowning myself, but I hadn't the chance. Anyway, LeChuck brought me back to Lorcán, who beat the living hell out of me. I punched him first, and that angered him enough to attack. As I was being dragged here, I noticed my wife standing there as part of the undead. Her fair skin was pale and somewhat transparent, like a ghost. Her raven hair was black and flat to her head. She was so beautiful, even in death, and I… I…" Aindréas began to cry, but then stopped.
"Uhm… Are you going to be okay?" Guybrush asked, not knowing what to say.
"Yeah. Anyhoo, I have a story to tell, do I not? Okay. After that, I met another prisoner, who was let loose later on. They let him go on the condition that he join them in their evil deeds. They offered me the chance, but I refused. I'd rather die in here, a lonely prisoner than to walk among them. As far as I can conclude, they noticed that you were very powerful, very witty, and able to overthrow LeChuck… more than once. They imprioned you partly because of your power on the high seas, but they probably took you as a threat to them because you possess not only power, but also innocence and pure goodness and tenderness that could overthrow these forces of evil."
Guybrush gives him a skeptical stare.
"Guybrush, I wouldn't lie to you! Trust me! You were the one true force!" Aindréas pleaded.
Guybrush's skeptic face melted into a scared one, resembling that of a ten-year old boy, lost in a store.
"So, then I was the last hope?"
"Maybe not. There might be one other person out there, but it is possible that you were the last hope of Lorcán's demise." Aindréas told his friend, burying himself deep in thought. Just then the door to the little prison opened and in stepped a woman, presumably Gráinne.
"Mr. Riley, your wife wishes to see you."
Good enough? Thanks to the one reviewer, Ti'ana Katrina. I'm usually fueled by reviews, but for this one… I'll continue it anyway. I just want to say that I am the author of at least one decent Monkey Island fic.