Chapter 4- Wherever you will go (The Calling)
Andréas trembled in fear. The sword to his throat, drawing thin lines of blood, he began to pray for the Evil kingdom's demise.
"You will never destroy me, mortal." Lorcán sneered.
"Maybe I won't, but SOMEONE will." Aindréas spat.
The large pit of Lava beneath Lorcán's throne bubbled up, singeing Aindréas' fair skinned face.
"Send him back to the cells." Lorcán ordered, unhappy with the prisoner's anarchist attitude… Well, anarchist against him.
Cearbhall picked him up with strong arms and dragged him to his cell. His brown eyes had the same look as Kiara's; glassy, indifferent, but there was an infinitesimal spark of life left in them… Did Kiki have that look too? Aindréas wondered to himself. Cearbhall set him down in the humid, gloomy cave, and shut the door behind him.
Aindréas didn't move for a while. Guybrush even began to think Aindréas was dead, so he cautiously moved over.
"Aindréas? What happened?"
Aindréas moved his teary eyes to Guybrush.
"Okay, here we go again!" He sighed, recounting the tale to Guybrush.
**Meanwhile, in the land of the Tiny Hut people**
Herman looked at his list. He was assigned to Plunder Island, for he was virtually unable to get lost there, as everyone knew him. He had been wandering about the island for quite a while, looking for everyone. He sat down on a log and scratched his beard.
"Guybrush Threepwood! If only you knew how much we love you!"
A tear slipped out of the old man's eye.
Elaine sniffled softly. She had to go back to Booty Island, Phatt Island, and even the disgusting Scabb Island. She had rounded up everyone that Guybrush had run into, save for Governor Phatt. She even managed to get a large supply of Ash-2-Life™ from the Scabb chapter of International House of Mojo, and reanimate Rapp Scallion. Who knows? Maybe he could be useful.
She was on the charter ship back to her vessel back on Booty Island, and Captain Dread looked at her nervously.
"Are you okaay, mon, er… womon?"
"No. I want my plunder bunny." She said, burying her head in her folded arms.
Dread smiled weakly and then turned back to his task.
"Guybrush, you be gettin' some maajor help, mon. I hope dees works out for you both."
"Dréas?" Guybrush asked, carving a drawing into the cave wall.
"Yeah?" Aindréas asked, carving his own drawing.
"You're the only one who listens to my stories with patience."
"It's because I haven't heard one in ages."
"Aye."
Guybrush paused, brushing some dust away from the figure on the wall. He then spoke aloud again.
"I wonder what Elaine is doing."
Ciaran yawned. Life in the catacombs of Abhorrence Island was boring as those of Monkey Island. He needed something to do, and his band was going nowhere, as his father had sent his bandmates to another Island. He never expected to see them again, and so he ditched the idea.
He stood up from his chair, which was soft and cushy, unlike his father's, which was made of two unfortunate people, who had been left in Big Whoop's carnival. Ciaran walked over to his dresser, and said a spell in elvish, and opened a drawer. He pulled out a key, and placed it around his waist.
This was his advantage over Lorcán. When Lorcán, a voodoo practicioner, bred, he bred with a wench who was of Elvish descent. (A/N: Yes, I am using Tolkien in this, but hey! I loved Lord of the Rings!) So, despite his towering height, he was part-elf. He knew several spells, but not enough to overthrow his dad. Since he was only in his beginning years of Elvoo training, he knew that one spell.
He protected everything because his father was a notorious snoop. Anything Ciaran had that was secret, wouldn't remain secret for very long. He grabbed his necklace and stepped out the door.
"Ma'am?" Elaine whispered.
"SHHHH!!! This is a library!" The librarian hissed.
"Sorry. Um, do you remember any Threepwoods?"
"Let me check my files… Christopher Ti- oops… wrong cards…. Threepwoods- We've got… Andrew Thomlinson, Bernard Ryan, Charles Scurvey, Dave Baksh, Ernesto Giuseppe, Fausto Juano, Gavin Rossdale, Guybrush Wesley…"
"Um, that's him!"
"…Hannah Marie, Ingrid Edie, Jimmy James, Kyletta Susanne, Louissa Marine…"
"OK!" Elaine said, getting another warning out of the librarian.
"Young Lady! This is a library! You are to be quiet in a library!"
This was the banana that broke the monkey's back.
"Please, Lady! You've got to help me! My husband, Guybrush WESLEY Threepwood, is trapped somewhere in the catacombs of some hellhole of an island. I might never get to see him again, and I have the right to be LOUD if I WANT to!" Elaine yelled.
The librarian stood up to scream, but stopped and smiled sweetly.
"Guybrush Wesley Threepwood, eh? Let's see, he owes the Phatt Library 300 pieces o' eight, not to mention the price of the book he swiped from the Governor…"
Elaine pulled a satchel out of her purse. Eyes gleaming, the librarian reached for the satchel.
"Not so fast, ma'am. First, I need his library card, and anything he may have left here."
"Look, he said something about some carnival, mumbled something about Governor Marley, something more about how he was thirsty for a grog, and something about a costume party."
Tossing the satchel onto the desk, Elaine mumbled her thanks and sashayed out of the library. Shielding her eyes from the hot midday sun, she flopped under a rubber tree.
"Guybrush Wesley Threepwood! When I see you again, I'm going to hug you, and kiss you, and… I'm going to love you forever!"
Burying her face in her hands, she began to weep.
It's been a while, I know. I've been doing a bunch of stuff lately, and haven't had much time to myself. Hmm… Watching Dumb & Dumber, so it's hard to be serious. Hmm… Am I the only one who notices that they haven't changed the 'Mentos' commercial-song since they originally recorded it? I remember listening to it in the 80's! Sheesh.
Well, anyhoo… Review. Read. Post on your MI fanfic sites… (Tell me an' give me the addy first…)
Oh, yeah. Sorry about the LOOOONG update span. I've been quite busy, but I have been updating my current fics, so…