Clez brought up a good point in her review of chapter seven. The
helicopter was kind of off base, I know, but like I said back at the
beginning. Things like the helicopter and the fire extinguisher make the
story much more fun. Please do excuse me while I mess around with things
like that; this is the first time I've attempted to publish any fan
fiction.
Also, I know that the past few chapters haven't been as funny as the first couple. When I'm writing action, it's hard for me to put humor in it. However, I'll try my best.
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Rodney Skinner snuck into Tom Sawyer's room, being as quiet as he could. Even though Tom wasn't there, he would still have to be quiet to prevent any crew members from finding out he was in Tom's room. If he was discovered in another League member's room (and usually his presence was announced by a very loud noise,) the crew would become very suspicious indeed.
Luckily, Skinner found what he needed and snuck right back out without making a sound.
* * *
"I know that her submarine is called the Atlantica," Nemo told one of the officers in the navigation room of the ship. "Can you please try to locate it for me?"
"Yes, Captain," said the officer. "Since McCane was working for her, I don't think her ship would be that far away. It should be no time at all before we locate it."
"Very good," Nemo nodded.
"Captain!" gasped Skinner, rushing into the navigation room, out of breath. "I got it and raced here as fast as I could! It was right on Tom's desk!"
"Excellent, Skinner," smiled Nemo as Skinner handed him the mysterious object. He turned to the officer. "Please notify me when you have located the Atlantica. I will be in the library with Mr. Skinner."
The officer nodded.
* * *
An hour later, Nemo and Skinner were still in the library engrossed in their planning. The officer came running into the room.
"Captain, we have found that the Atlantica is docked at a small port in Morocco."
Nemo nodded. "Very well. How about our location? Where is the nearest possible port from where we are situated right now?"
"I believe the nearest port is Venice, sir."
Nemo flinched. The last time the League had been in Venice, they had made a mess of the place. But he had to push on. "All right, tell the crew I want us docked in Venice right away."
"Yes, sir," said the officer, and left.
Nemo turned to Skinner. "We will have to take a helicopter from Venice to that Moroccan village. We are going to rescue Sawyer. Before Que can do anything to him."
Skinner nodded, and even though Nemo could see it, put on a wicked smile. "And the League is going to prevail, even if it's just the two of us. Because we have a secret weapon."
Nemo nodded and grinned. "We have a secret weapon. And there's no possible way that Que can beat it."
At that very same moment, Jekyll had gone to the storage closet. He knew Nemo had said that Mina was unconscious. Back then, he was so in shock from the news of Tom's capture that he couldn't really think about it. But now, after the shock had worn off, Jekyll had panicked over Mina. Summoning all the strength he had left in his weak body, he had gone to the storage closet to see if she was okay.
He found Mina lying on a table in a deep sleep. Her skin was all cleared up, at least on the skin that Jekyll could see, anyway, and when he pulled back an eyelid, he discovered that her eyes were cleared up as well. One funny thing, though, was that her one wrist was tied to the table with a length of rope.
Like many other strange things that went on in the Nautilus, Jekyll didn't question this. He simply undid the rope, picked Mina up, and carried her out of the storage closet and to her room. If Mina had to sleep, the healthiest place for her to sleep would be in her own bed.
After putting Mina down to bed and pulling the covers over her, Jekyll kissed her on the forehead and returned to his own room. He didn't know how long she would remain unconscious, but maybe by the time he felt better, she would be awake.
* * *
Within the hour, the Nautilus had docked in Venice, Italy. Nemo had gotten ahold of some of his contacts in the area, and he was able to arrange for a helicopter to take himself and Skinner to Morocco.
At the moment, Nemo was in the library, checking that they had everything they needed for a battle with Que.
"Now, I have all the weapons I need, so we'll go over your list. How about Sawyer's rifle? Did you get it from his room?"
"Check," said Skinner, holding up Tom's rifle. Nemo looked at it and chuckled. Skinner was completely invisible, so the rifle was just floating in midair.
"And how about a potion of Jekyll's?"
"Check," said Skinner, holding up a vial of Jekyll's transformation potion. The members of the League had eternal sympathy for Jekyll concerning his personality troubles, but in event of an emergency, Nemo and Skinner had decided that one of them would take the potion and develop an alter-ego of his own, as an absolute last resort for winning against Que.
But neither of them thought that it would be truly needed. After all, they had their secret weapon.
"And last but not least," Nemo grinned. "Our special secret weapon?"
Skinner grinned and held up a black plastic bag. "The secret weapon. It's here and it's ready for action."
"Excellent," said Nemo in a husky voice. "I believe we are all ready. Come, Skinner. There should be a helicopter outside momentarily."
"Yes, sir, Captain," said Skinner, saluting Nemo, who couldn't see it, of course.
"She's going down," said Nemo under his breath. "And we're going to get our mischief-making, voodoo-doll-creating, rifle-shooting American friend back."
"Whether we could use him back, or not," Skinner muttered under his breath.
Nemo shot Skinner a warning glance, and they both headed out of the library and off of the Nautilus to board the helicopter.
* * *
"Where should we put him, Que?" McCane asked. He was referring, of course, to Sawyer's body (which was not dead, but still unconscious.)
"Put him where they'll be able to notice him, but not set him free," Que Moriarty replied. She was sitting comfortably in her office of the docked Atlantica.
McCane thought. He was actually one of the few of Que's henchmen that could. "How about right in this room, in a vertical tank made of bulletproof glass?"
"With holes cut at the top," Que reminded him. "We're not killing him. Yet. But that idea's brilliant. Get to work."
McCane nodded and grinned. But before he set out to do his assigned duty, he faced Que again.
"Que, what if we did kill him? How would we do it?"
"Slowly and painfully, of course," Que replied, kind of annoyed that he didn't know this himself.
"I understand that, but how?"
Que thought. She had thought about this before, but she still couldn't reach a decision. "I don't know," she said slowly. "I'll let you decide this time."
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I'll try to have the next chapter up in a few days. Remember to read and review!
~ Alisonia
Also, I know that the past few chapters haven't been as funny as the first couple. When I'm writing action, it's hard for me to put humor in it. However, I'll try my best.
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Rodney Skinner snuck into Tom Sawyer's room, being as quiet as he could. Even though Tom wasn't there, he would still have to be quiet to prevent any crew members from finding out he was in Tom's room. If he was discovered in another League member's room (and usually his presence was announced by a very loud noise,) the crew would become very suspicious indeed.
Luckily, Skinner found what he needed and snuck right back out without making a sound.
* * *
"I know that her submarine is called the Atlantica," Nemo told one of the officers in the navigation room of the ship. "Can you please try to locate it for me?"
"Yes, Captain," said the officer. "Since McCane was working for her, I don't think her ship would be that far away. It should be no time at all before we locate it."
"Very good," Nemo nodded.
"Captain!" gasped Skinner, rushing into the navigation room, out of breath. "I got it and raced here as fast as I could! It was right on Tom's desk!"
"Excellent, Skinner," smiled Nemo as Skinner handed him the mysterious object. He turned to the officer. "Please notify me when you have located the Atlantica. I will be in the library with Mr. Skinner."
The officer nodded.
* * *
An hour later, Nemo and Skinner were still in the library engrossed in their planning. The officer came running into the room.
"Captain, we have found that the Atlantica is docked at a small port in Morocco."
Nemo nodded. "Very well. How about our location? Where is the nearest possible port from where we are situated right now?"
"I believe the nearest port is Venice, sir."
Nemo flinched. The last time the League had been in Venice, they had made a mess of the place. But he had to push on. "All right, tell the crew I want us docked in Venice right away."
"Yes, sir," said the officer, and left.
Nemo turned to Skinner. "We will have to take a helicopter from Venice to that Moroccan village. We are going to rescue Sawyer. Before Que can do anything to him."
Skinner nodded, and even though Nemo could see it, put on a wicked smile. "And the League is going to prevail, even if it's just the two of us. Because we have a secret weapon."
Nemo nodded and grinned. "We have a secret weapon. And there's no possible way that Que can beat it."
At that very same moment, Jekyll had gone to the storage closet. He knew Nemo had said that Mina was unconscious. Back then, he was so in shock from the news of Tom's capture that he couldn't really think about it. But now, after the shock had worn off, Jekyll had panicked over Mina. Summoning all the strength he had left in his weak body, he had gone to the storage closet to see if she was okay.
He found Mina lying on a table in a deep sleep. Her skin was all cleared up, at least on the skin that Jekyll could see, anyway, and when he pulled back an eyelid, he discovered that her eyes were cleared up as well. One funny thing, though, was that her one wrist was tied to the table with a length of rope.
Like many other strange things that went on in the Nautilus, Jekyll didn't question this. He simply undid the rope, picked Mina up, and carried her out of the storage closet and to her room. If Mina had to sleep, the healthiest place for her to sleep would be in her own bed.
After putting Mina down to bed and pulling the covers over her, Jekyll kissed her on the forehead and returned to his own room. He didn't know how long she would remain unconscious, but maybe by the time he felt better, she would be awake.
* * *
Within the hour, the Nautilus had docked in Venice, Italy. Nemo had gotten ahold of some of his contacts in the area, and he was able to arrange for a helicopter to take himself and Skinner to Morocco.
At the moment, Nemo was in the library, checking that they had everything they needed for a battle with Que.
"Now, I have all the weapons I need, so we'll go over your list. How about Sawyer's rifle? Did you get it from his room?"
"Check," said Skinner, holding up Tom's rifle. Nemo looked at it and chuckled. Skinner was completely invisible, so the rifle was just floating in midair.
"And how about a potion of Jekyll's?"
"Check," said Skinner, holding up a vial of Jekyll's transformation potion. The members of the League had eternal sympathy for Jekyll concerning his personality troubles, but in event of an emergency, Nemo and Skinner had decided that one of them would take the potion and develop an alter-ego of his own, as an absolute last resort for winning against Que.
But neither of them thought that it would be truly needed. After all, they had their secret weapon.
"And last but not least," Nemo grinned. "Our special secret weapon?"
Skinner grinned and held up a black plastic bag. "The secret weapon. It's here and it's ready for action."
"Excellent," said Nemo in a husky voice. "I believe we are all ready. Come, Skinner. There should be a helicopter outside momentarily."
"Yes, sir, Captain," said Skinner, saluting Nemo, who couldn't see it, of course.
"She's going down," said Nemo under his breath. "And we're going to get our mischief-making, voodoo-doll-creating, rifle-shooting American friend back."
"Whether we could use him back, or not," Skinner muttered under his breath.
Nemo shot Skinner a warning glance, and they both headed out of the library and off of the Nautilus to board the helicopter.
* * *
"Where should we put him, Que?" McCane asked. He was referring, of course, to Sawyer's body (which was not dead, but still unconscious.)
"Put him where they'll be able to notice him, but not set him free," Que Moriarty replied. She was sitting comfortably in her office of the docked Atlantica.
McCane thought. He was actually one of the few of Que's henchmen that could. "How about right in this room, in a vertical tank made of bulletproof glass?"
"With holes cut at the top," Que reminded him. "We're not killing him. Yet. But that idea's brilliant. Get to work."
McCane nodded and grinned. But before he set out to do his assigned duty, he faced Que again.
"Que, what if we did kill him? How would we do it?"
"Slowly and painfully, of course," Que replied, kind of annoyed that he didn't know this himself.
"I understand that, but how?"
Que thought. She had thought about this before, but she still couldn't reach a decision. "I don't know," she said slowly. "I'll let you decide this time."
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I'll try to have the next chapter up in a few days. Remember to read and review!
~ Alisonia