Chapter 2 Escape from Sampetra
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Disclaimer I do not own Redwall or any of its characters, this is a fan work and as such I am not making money out of it. I do own Vaco so don't use him without permission from me
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As Vaco pulled himself out of his dwelling the next morning he noticed a thick, heavy fog hanging over the island. After he grabbed the two sacks that he used to gather food with he headed out to scavenge for edible tubers and roots.
As the sun rose and burned the fog away it left a few clouds through which the sun filtered. As Vaco dug down into the soil he managed to pull up several roots, which he could use for food. Continuing on his way he left a hollow in the soil where he had dug out the roots.
After several hours of gathering roots Vaco was heading down to the beach to gather shellfish in the shallow waters. He had found a large rock yesterday with a tremendous amount of clams anchored on it. As he pulled the clams away he noticed something floating in the water. Dropping the clams into the sack he ignored it until he saw another, larger, piece of debris in the water.
Wading over to it he tripped on something submerged in the water, pulling it free he discovered that it was the mangled carcass of a young harvest mouse. Stifling a scream he dropped it hurriedly as he began to notice pieces of other creatures and driftwood floating in on the incoming tide.
Near the cliffs Skipper awoke with a splitting headache. The right side of his face was swollen and purple from the saltwater and his left footpaw was crushed but he was alive. Pulling himself up with difficulty he leaned against a rock and tried to remember where he was.
A little shaken by what he had seen Vaco managed to fill his last sack with clams quickly. Swinging it onto his shoulders along with the two skins of water and the other sack he set off for the cliffs on the southern end of the island, wondering what had happened and if he could benefit from it.
Skipper limped up the path to the cliffs, he didn't recognize the island he was on but if he was lucky the small lifeboat his crew had kept might still be useable. He stumbled up the path he had found, limping on his injured paw, the gulls screeching as they feasted on the corpses of his companions. Silently Skipper cursed them for fattening themselves on the flesh of good honest creatures.
As Vaco came onto the top of the cliffs he looked down over the edge. Floating on the tide were the smashed pieces of a sloop and a mostly undamaged longboat. Vaco almost leapt for joy, here was a way to escape the island, he could leave Sampetra!, but then he remembered his mother. He would have to take her with him and it would have to be soon or other vermin might find the boat. Taking the sacks of food he climbed down the Cliffside and stowed them in the longboat, he noticed the sail was torn and the oars were shattered. He would have to bring the lanteen sail his mother had kept since the time of Ublaz.
As Vaco ran back to his dwelling he noticed several stoats examining the piece of driftwood near the lagoon where he had gathered clams. Bursting into his den he noticed his mother lighting a fire. Going over to her he whispered into her ear all he had found. Jota immediately stood up, grabbed the sail, and followed Vaco out to the cliffs.
As Skipper out onto the cliffs he looked over he saw his longboat floating on the tide, still useable. Skipper managed to climb down the cliffs and into the boat. He lay down in the bottom of the boat and covered himself with a ruined sail; exhausted by his ordeal he soon drifted off to sleep.
Vaco and Jota reached the cliff and climbed down into the boat. As the climbed into it Jota began to rig the new sail onto the small mast. As Vaco began to work on punting the boat out of the rocks with a shattered oar shaft he heard someone calling down to them from the cliff.
On the cliffs of Sampetra stood the self appointed Emperor of Sampetra, a fox named Pugna. He listened with great interest as one of his cronies called down to the rats who had found the boat. Stalking to the edge of the cliff he saw the two rats beginning to move the boat out into the open.
"You two rats, bring that boat back into the lagoon, it belongs to me, The Emperor of Sampetra, now" Pugna noticed the reaction of the rats in the boat was what he had expected, defiance
"Go and boil yourself in a stew ya puffed up toad, yer don't got any authority!"
"Fine then, die if you wish but dat boat will be mine"
As Pugna turned around to the five weasel slingers he saw them readying their slings to fire.
"Kill those rats out onda boat NOW!" Several stones flew out over the water, one stuck Jota right between the eyes, killing her instantly.
"You willin to surrender now rat?"
"You'll pay fer that fox, I swear it!" Pugna was about to order his cronies to fire again when he noticed the longboat was out of range
Cursing and howling with rage he turned and stalked away, he was furious, that...that Rat had escaped; while Pugna had tried to be diplomatic he had sailed out of range. He had killed the female but he still didn't have the boat.
Out on the ocean Vaco couldn't help but be joyous, despite the fact that his mother was dead. He had escaped and that was enough for him. He almost shed a tear for his mother, almost. As he sailed out into the ocean he noticed a hole in the boat. Grabbing the smooth round stone his mother had worn he wrapped it in cloth and shoved into the hole to stop the water flowing in.
Skipper was beneath the sail asleep when the slingstones hit; he didn't notice anything until they were way out to sea. Even then he didn't move anywhere, presuming that the boat had just drifted out on it's own. Soon he was lulled to sleep again by the waves rocking the boat.
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Nothing yet in the way of reviews but please review
Disclaimer I do not own Redwall or any of its characters, this is a fan work and as such I am not making money out of it. I do own Vaco so don't use him without permission from me
~~
As Vaco pulled himself out of his dwelling the next morning he noticed a thick, heavy fog hanging over the island. After he grabbed the two sacks that he used to gather food with he headed out to scavenge for edible tubers and roots.
As the sun rose and burned the fog away it left a few clouds through which the sun filtered. As Vaco dug down into the soil he managed to pull up several roots, which he could use for food. Continuing on his way he left a hollow in the soil where he had dug out the roots.
After several hours of gathering roots Vaco was heading down to the beach to gather shellfish in the shallow waters. He had found a large rock yesterday with a tremendous amount of clams anchored on it. As he pulled the clams away he noticed something floating in the water. Dropping the clams into the sack he ignored it until he saw another, larger, piece of debris in the water.
Wading over to it he tripped on something submerged in the water, pulling it free he discovered that it was the mangled carcass of a young harvest mouse. Stifling a scream he dropped it hurriedly as he began to notice pieces of other creatures and driftwood floating in on the incoming tide.
Near the cliffs Skipper awoke with a splitting headache. The right side of his face was swollen and purple from the saltwater and his left footpaw was crushed but he was alive. Pulling himself up with difficulty he leaned against a rock and tried to remember where he was.
A little shaken by what he had seen Vaco managed to fill his last sack with clams quickly. Swinging it onto his shoulders along with the two skins of water and the other sack he set off for the cliffs on the southern end of the island, wondering what had happened and if he could benefit from it.
Skipper limped up the path to the cliffs, he didn't recognize the island he was on but if he was lucky the small lifeboat his crew had kept might still be useable. He stumbled up the path he had found, limping on his injured paw, the gulls screeching as they feasted on the corpses of his companions. Silently Skipper cursed them for fattening themselves on the flesh of good honest creatures.
As Vaco came onto the top of the cliffs he looked down over the edge. Floating on the tide were the smashed pieces of a sloop and a mostly undamaged longboat. Vaco almost leapt for joy, here was a way to escape the island, he could leave Sampetra!, but then he remembered his mother. He would have to take her with him and it would have to be soon or other vermin might find the boat. Taking the sacks of food he climbed down the Cliffside and stowed them in the longboat, he noticed the sail was torn and the oars were shattered. He would have to bring the lanteen sail his mother had kept since the time of Ublaz.
As Vaco ran back to his dwelling he noticed several stoats examining the piece of driftwood near the lagoon where he had gathered clams. Bursting into his den he noticed his mother lighting a fire. Going over to her he whispered into her ear all he had found. Jota immediately stood up, grabbed the sail, and followed Vaco out to the cliffs.
As Skipper out onto the cliffs he looked over he saw his longboat floating on the tide, still useable. Skipper managed to climb down the cliffs and into the boat. He lay down in the bottom of the boat and covered himself with a ruined sail; exhausted by his ordeal he soon drifted off to sleep.
Vaco and Jota reached the cliff and climbed down into the boat. As the climbed into it Jota began to rig the new sail onto the small mast. As Vaco began to work on punting the boat out of the rocks with a shattered oar shaft he heard someone calling down to them from the cliff.
On the cliffs of Sampetra stood the self appointed Emperor of Sampetra, a fox named Pugna. He listened with great interest as one of his cronies called down to the rats who had found the boat. Stalking to the edge of the cliff he saw the two rats beginning to move the boat out into the open.
"You two rats, bring that boat back into the lagoon, it belongs to me, The Emperor of Sampetra, now" Pugna noticed the reaction of the rats in the boat was what he had expected, defiance
"Go and boil yourself in a stew ya puffed up toad, yer don't got any authority!"
"Fine then, die if you wish but dat boat will be mine"
As Pugna turned around to the five weasel slingers he saw them readying their slings to fire.
"Kill those rats out onda boat NOW!" Several stones flew out over the water, one stuck Jota right between the eyes, killing her instantly.
"You willin to surrender now rat?"
"You'll pay fer that fox, I swear it!" Pugna was about to order his cronies to fire again when he noticed the longboat was out of range
Cursing and howling with rage he turned and stalked away, he was furious, that...that Rat had escaped; while Pugna had tried to be diplomatic he had sailed out of range. He had killed the female but he still didn't have the boat.
Out on the ocean Vaco couldn't help but be joyous, despite the fact that his mother was dead. He had escaped and that was enough for him. He almost shed a tear for his mother, almost. As he sailed out into the ocean he noticed a hole in the boat. Grabbing the smooth round stone his mother had worn he wrapped it in cloth and shoved into the hole to stop the water flowing in.
Skipper was beneath the sail asleep when the slingstones hit; he didn't notice anything until they were way out to sea. Even then he didn't move anywhere, presuming that the boat had just drifted out on it's own. Soon he was lulled to sleep again by the waves rocking the boat.
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