Island of Adventure

Having not completely understood their leader's orders, three Saxon soldiers wandered through "Jack the Monkey's Island of Adventure" covered in branches hacked off of mulberry bushes. It was very hard to walk thus attired, so they were not having the best time of it.

Ollie cursed as he tripped on a branch for the umpteenth time. "I'm bored," he muttered. "What are we doing? Why aren't we chasing the monkey?"

His companions groaned, as it was the fifth time in three minutes that Ollie had asked the same questions.

"We have to find the monkey first," one of them snarled.

"Oh." They waddled on in silence for about thirty seconds.

"Guess what!" cried Ollie. "These berries are edible!"

"Brilliant," muttered Roger, the smartest of the group.

The other Saxon, Percival, tasted a mulberry. "He's right! Hey, this is more fun than hunting the monkey. Let's just eat the berries."

So they did.

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"Hey! I see something!" cried Guinevere, looking through a telescope.

"Is it a ship?" Will asked.

"I think so! It's coming towards us!"

"That's not good!" Jack yelled. "Run out the guns!"

Guinevere looked through her telescope again. "Wait! It's not a ship!" she shouted. On the horizon, she could make out the faint 2-dimensional form of a rowboat. In the boat were two men and a horse. The three of them seemed to be arguing.

As they drew nearer, Guinevere saw that the men and horse were as two dimensional as their vessel.

When they were right beside them, Arthur called down, "Can we help you?"

The three looked up in surprise. The dark-haired men replied, "No...um, yes actually. You see, we're looking for El Dorado, but we've gotten lost. Could you possibly tell us the way back to Spain?"

"Not Spain," hissed the other. "We haven't found El Dorado yet. Remember? The plan? Your plan? Find the gold-."

The first man became furious. "The plan!? Now you want to remember the plan!? Not when we were on Tortuga, but now."

He looked completely dumbfounded. "But that was Tortuga..." he protested.

The argument continued for some time. Finally, getting bored, the horse began to row away.

"It's not every day that you see something like that." Lancelot commented.

Jack shrugged, "Welcome to the Caribbean."

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As Ollie munched on his mulberries, he noticed something moving in the corner of his vision. He immediately dropped his food and ran off to chase it.

"Ollie!" sighed Roger, "We're supposed to be on a mission!"

Ollie stopped in his tracks, looking longingly at the very distracting butterflies, which were moving quickly away from them. His lip quivered and he burst into tears.

"Well..." Percival said, looking from Ollie to Roger. "What was our mission again?"

Roger thought for a moment then frowned. "I don't remember." He looked at Ollie skeptically, who gazed back at him with pleading, watery eyes.

He groaned. "Okay, Ollie." He paused. "But only if I can come too."

Ollie immediately shot off in the direction of the butterflies, laughing in a crazed, happy way, singing, "Follow the butterflies! Follow the butterflies!"

The others followed him at fast pace, but neither's enthusiasm could hold a candle to Ollie's.

They stopped quickly and ran into the stupid Saxon's back.

"Oof!" Roger grunted, straightening his ugly fur collar. "Ollie," he fumed, "what the..." he trailed off when he saw what Ollie and Percy were gazing up at in awe, mouths hanging open.

In front of them, loomed a large cave in the middle of a river. A large pink and red sign bore flashing letters that said: "TUNNEL OF LOVE"

"Ooooh..." Ollie gasped. "It's sooo..."

"Pretty..." Percival finished.

The two turned to Roger with angelic expressions on their faces. He gave them a disgusted look and folded his arms over his chest.

"No. Absolutely NOT."

Ollie's lip began to quiver ominously. "Y-you m-m-mean you don't LOVE me!" he began to cry obnoxiously.

Percy smiled winningly at Roger. "Oh, Roggie," he patted Roger's shoulder patronizingly. "Now, I really think you ought to apologize to poor Ollie.

At that moment, the long forgotten monkey scampered past them.

"Monkey!" exclaimed Ollie, forgetting his grief for the moment.

Said monkey ran into the tunnel, disappearing from sight.

Ollie galloped after the small primate, calling after it, "Monkey! Monkey! I will be your best friend forever! Please come back Monkey!"

Suddenly Rush the Pigeon, who had been on the monkey's trail, ran smack into Ollie's disguise of mulberry branches.

Ollie stopped and looked around the dark tunnel, bewildered.

"Sorry," growled Rush, "Didn't see you there."

"Really?" said Ollie happily. "Yippee! My disguise worked!"

Rush rolled his small pigeony eyes (though Ollie couldn't see him) "Just shut up and follow the monkey."

Ollie grinned and skipped after the small silhouette of the monkey.

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Tristan stood on the bow watching for his hawk to return. She was out hunting. She soon arrived and perched on his outstretched arm. Looking very pleased with herself, she dropped something small and purple into his hand.

"A mulberry?" he asked, puzzled.

The hawk bit her owner's ear in annoyance. He didn't understand the point she was trying to make.

Then it dawned on Tristan. "We're near land!" he called to Jack.

The captain looked up in surprise. "How do you know?" he asked.

As Tristan tried to explain, Galahad shouted from the crow's nest, "Land! I see land!" He was so excited that he nearly fell. Fortunately for him, Dagonet grabbed him by the hair only seconds before he would have plummeted to the deck below.

As Galahad screamed in pain and most of the crew laughed at him, Jack drew out his telescope and searched the horizon.

He was stunned to see a great glowing sign advertising Jack the Monkey's newest attraction, "The Black Pearl Flume". He gawked for a moment before Lancelot snatched the telescope away and peered through it.

"I think I see the Saxon's ships..." he began.

Jack quickly grabbed the telescope back and looked again. Sure enough, he could just make out the Saxon's fleet, and among them was a ship with black sails. "Yes!" he cried excitedly. "The Black Pearl! I'll have it back yet!"

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