Chapter Three: And Then There Were Six
They pressed on towards the port town of Badon where the Davros lay docked. They went on, barely stopping for rest. Dart was so close to his goal now, he wasn't going to let anything stop him. Despite Canas' many protests, breaks were few and far between. Then, suddenly, to everyone's delight, on the fourth night of marching, Dart had them make an abrupt stop in the small town of Milgard.
They sat in the local inn, resting their weary legs.
"So," Raven started, trying to kick start a conversation, "where exactly is this treasure hidden?"
"Oh ho, you're gonna like this one mate. Were headin' back to the Dread Isle herself," replied Dart.
Raven looked at him sceptically. "You're kidding right?"
"Oh no, he is telling the truth I'm afraid. The location of that treasure is 100 buried on the Dread Isle," responded Canas.
"Oh, what's wrong Raven, scared to go back?" mocked Wil.
Raven's hand dropped to the hilt of his sword. He scowled and removed his hand from his sword. "Your lucky I'm a changed man now, Wil, or you would be a dead man."
Before things could escalate any further, the inn's front door burst open. Everyone in the bar gave an obligatory glance in the new stranger's direction. But instead of immediately going back to whatever it was that they were doing, everyone continued to stare. He was a good six feet tall and dressed entirely in black leather armour. His hair was his most striking feature. It was long and shaggy. It was a bright shade of green with streaks of white running through it. He looked like the kind of person you wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley. But his soft eyes contrasted with this rough outer image. They looked like eyes that had seen everything and were tired of it all.
Dart stood up. "Har, Heath, over 'ere!" he shouted at the stranger. Dart's company looked at him questioningly. "You all remember Heath right? Of course ye do. The wyvern rider from Bern. Well, I knew we were gonna be short a few warm bodies, so I invited me mate Heath to come an' join our little ragtag team," explained Dart. By this time Heath had made his way over to their table and the rest of the inn had lost interest.
"Hello everybody…" Heath started, somewhat awkwardly.
"Oh how excellent! Why I do believe we're almost ready to go after that treasure!" exclaimed Canas.
"Har, I told you lot it would all work out in the end. You just gots to trust yer Cap'n Dart!" he boasted.
"Dan we never doubted you for a moment," replied Rebecca.
Dart and his crew proceeded to celebrate long into the night, consuming large amounts of alcohol and getting completely and utterly drunk. Which is why it should have come as no surprise, when, the very next morning, they discovered the treasure map stolen.