Pirates of the Bermuda Triangle: The bloody water

Chapter 2: Meet the crew

Roy, unshocked looked upon Marth and sighed. Marth grinned wider. Roy sighed again. Marth grinned even wider.

"Ok, can you stop and tell me what this BT is?" Roy yelled at him.

Marth ignored him and turned his head to the morning distance. Roy then crawled behind Marth and leaned against him back to back. Roy raised an eye brow and raised his left hand to his chin.

"Now I see what's going on…"

Marth turned his vision towards Roy. Then he grinned lightly. Roy gave him a disgusted look.

"Say something, because I know I'll figure it out," Roy said to him.

Marth laughed, "If you know you'll figure out, why mind asking?"

Roy folded his arms and thought.

Then he asked, "What?" Roy looked disgusted and confused.

Marth rolled his eyes and folded his arms. Then he grinned and looked at Roy.

"Would he stop with the grinning?" Roy thought to himself.

Marth leaned back on Roy and bonked his head into Roy's head.

"Ow," Roy yelled.

Marth then crawled towards the front of Roy and in the process he nudged Roy off of the tree.

Roy fell into the muddy and scaly ground. Marth climbed down with one hand, and with the other held his large telescope. He completely wasn't balanced so he leaned forward with his telescope and he ended up falling to his face. Of course he wasn't injured as much as Roy, for Marth had completely missed the scaly and muddy part and had fallen into the dry and soft side.

"Another failed attempt," Roy sighed while crawling to his feet.

Marth sighed, "Indeed."

Marth hopped to his feet and pleasantly started to walk on the tracks that were already leading to a destination. Roy caught up with him and followed behind him.

"So…" Roy started.

Marth marched without a word. Roy looked at him. He then drew closer to him (beside him) and nudged him lightly.

"So…" he started again while expecting a smart response.

He waited for a while, still no response.

"Ok, any ways… Where are we off to now?" Roy asked.

Marth ignored him once again and looked the other way.

"Are you mad because I didn't die? Cause I can pretend I'm dead, maybe that will make you feel better?" Roy asked.

And once again, Marth ignored him. Roy thought for a moment and then had a very smart thought.

"I don't need to know where we are going, alright. I just want to know what BT means," Roy said.

Marth rolled his eyes and turned his head to Roy. He then said, "Why don't you use your energetic little mind and search for words that start with a 'b' and a't' and put their initials together to find out a familiar code?" Marth asked.

"Hmm, never thought of that," Roy thought.

Marth began to walk faster.

"Hey, wait up," Roy called.

Marth drew faster, as Roy drew weaker. Marth didn't really care, for Roy wasn't much of a concern to him now. So Marth speeded up as Roy slowed down.

"Oh my God, come back!" Roy screamed at him from a far distance.

Among the trees in bushes, Roy tried catching up to Marth getting cut by branches and small objects. But of course that amount of pain could never compare to the amount of pain that he had once had.

Marth turned his head around and sighed. Roy decided to kick it up a notch and speed faster. Marth then stopped, while Roy fastly collided with Marth. They both bonked heads with each other. Roy bounced to the cold ground.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Marth asked Roy while turning around to him.

"The question is: Are you trying to kill me?" Roy asked him while crawling to his feet once again.

Marth smiled, "Of course I'm not."

"Liar," Roy thought in his head.

"Best be off," Marth laughed.

Roy raised an eye brow, "So where to?"

Marth pointed towards a campfire and a tent. Roy noticed that they had finally made it out of that dark and wet forest and had made it out in the deserty wasteland. Marth held a giant branch out to uncover their destination as Roy jumped out of the forest. Marth followed him out. The two men walked carefully out and walked calmly towards the tent.

"What's in the tent?" Roy asked Marth happily.

Marth caught up with Roy and leaned his elbow over Roy's shoulder. With his other arm he pointed towards the tent.

"That, my friend, is the one and only proof of life on this island," Marth answered.

Roy raised his hand to his chin and sighed, "So that is the only proof… So the rest is all fake? Even us?"

"Yes! We're fake too! You're finally getting it!" Marth yelped proudly while letting loose of Roy's shoulder and walking more forward.

"C'mon faster," he ordered while looking behind to Roy.

Roy sped up. Marth walked slower as Roy caught up. They continued walking together. After hours of walking….

"Ok, Marth… I can't take this. We've been walking forever and that tent hasn't gotten any closer nor are we getting any farther from that forest! We're never going to make it…"

"Oh yes we will," Marth responded.

Roy stopped walking and watched as Marth walked forward.

"This is all fake? Even that tent is fake," Roy stated.

Marth turned around and looked at Roy.

"Do not underestimate the tent, if you don't believe it's real then it's not. But if you do, then it'll come to you instead of you going to it. The more you believe the closer you'll get," Marth told him seriously.

Roy looked at Marth astonished and then caught up with him.

"In that case I do believe in it," Roy said calmly.

Marth laughed, "You see, you're getting better again."

They continued walking when Roy finally asked once again, "What's in the tent?"

"Nothing, It's not important," Marth responded.

"Nothing?" Roy said back. "If there is nothing, then what are we gonna do once we get to it?"

"It's not what is in the tent we need, but what is in the campfire that is important," Marth stated.

"Oh, so… What about the campfire is so important?" Roy asked more interested.

"You'll see… Now are you feeling a tingle in your heart?" Marth asked him pleasantly.

Roy widened his eyes and responded, "What kind of question is that?"

Marth just looked at him and waited for a smarter respond. Roy looked up at him and made a small chuckle.

"Well, sort of…"

Marth laughed, "Well good, we must me getting closer."

Finally a bright flash exploded as if out of no where. Everything was white, and everything was silent until a voice rose.

"Looks like were not in Kansas anymore…" Marth said quietly.

"What the hell? We were in Kansas?" Roy gasped.

"No, now look into the distance."

The two of them looked into the distance. There among the whiteness of the pathway sat a campfire. As they walked closer, the fire grew near.

"It's getting closer!" Roy excitingly laughed.

"No shit Sherlock," Marth responded.

Roy rolled his eyes. They drew closer, so close that they were already burning in the flame.

"Roy, get out of the fire or you'll ruin the process!" Marth yelled at him.

"Oh, right," Roy answered while moving back.

Marth stoke his hand out towards the fire. No burns at all. The fire grew higher and higher the longer his hand was in the fire.

"Doesn't your hand hurt?" Roy asked.

Marth didn't respond… His eyes just grew red as the fire rose. He lifted his hand out of the fire. Well technically, he didn't take his hand out cause his hand wasn't their.

"Your hand! It melted!" Roy yelled at Marth.

Marth laughed, "All in the process of creating something incredible."

Marth unleashed his sword from the only hand that he had and then whacked the fire with his falchion. The fire surprisingly blew out.

"Whoa, how'd you do that?" Roy asked.

Marth didn't respond as he pointed to the only segment of ashes. There lay a map.

"So, did you figure out what BT meant?" Marth asked interested as he grabbed the map and squeezed it into his pocket.

Roy then said, "No."

"You can't be serious. First of all… BT stands for Bermuda Triangle, the triangle that you fell into."

"Then why did you tell me that the BT was coming? That doesn't make sense," Roy cutted him off.

"Bermudan travelers, the travelers of the Bermuda were coming," Marth responded. "And also… In this case, the tent, and fire and all… I meant, Buried treasure. So technically if you used your brain to find further knowledge that you've never remembered to learn about, then you would complete a puzzle by putting two words together. It was pretty obvious… I didn't even need someone to tell me."

"So you made BT up?" Roy sighed.

"Well… Yes," Marth laughed.

Roy thought for a few seconds and finally asked, "So where does the map take us?"

Marth sighed, "You idiot, I just said… Buried treasure."

"Oh… Right… But how do we get anywhere from here?" Roy asked.

"The tent," Marth responded.

Roy confusingly sighed, "But you said that the tent wasn't important!"

"I did? Well, even if I did, which I did not, the tent isn't important… Unless you get the map." Marth said wisely.

Roy raised an eyebrow, "Oh, it's getting a lot clearer now."

"No it's not actually, wait and see and you'll be confused again. I can't wait for you to meet my love, Argentina," Marth chuckled.

"But, what of-," Marth cutted Roy off.

"Would you stop talking, any moment now, the BT will catch us in their property, so let's get in the tent and get out of here," Marth yelled at Roy.

"Y'know, you're very evil. You were happy before, when you found out that they were coming. What are you hi-," Roy stopped as Marth cut him off again.

Marth grabbed Roy and kicked him into the tent. Marth then jumped into the tent himself.

They ended up on a ship. The sails were red and ripped; the ship was almost wrecked and sinking into the bottom of the ocean. Blood cursed all over the floor. Canons were still loaded with gun powder. Bottles of rum stocked by the doors. Fires lined across the ship fiercely. Not even the small rain could put out such a small amount of fire.

"… So who's Argentina?" Roy asked Marth.

"You are standing on her, boy! In fact you are standing on her face, get off now!" Marth yelled at Roy.

Marth ran to the shaft which Roy had been standing on.

"What happen?" he asked his ship.

Suddenly a voice called out coming from the centre of the ship.

"Captain, I'm over here," the voice called out.

Marth turned to the left and yelled, "Aye! You changed locations!"

Roy laughed and thought, "What the hell… Marth has gone way nuts, there's no... Oh God, It's probably one of his sailor friends trying to pull a cheap prank."

"Argentina!" Marth yelled as he walked to the middle of the ship.

Just then a face appeared on the centre of the ship.

"Holy!" Roy yelped out as he saw a huge and beautiful face emerge out of the ship.

Marth kneeled down.

"Why do you have cuts on your face? And what happen to the ship?" Marth demanded her to answer.

A tear came rolling down her cheek. Then she closed her eyes, and never spoke a word again.

Marth then walked over to the closest door and slammed it opened.

"You worthless sons of scum!" Marth shouted down the stairway. "What have yee done to my precious Argentina?" Marth yelled while stomping down the stairs.

Roy quietly followed him down stairs and shivered, for he hadn't seen Marth this mad since they were younglings.

They both made it down the stairs. There, cuddled in the corner were a few scallywags that were called down to Marth's side.

"Wake up!" Marth yelled.

The crew woke up and noticed Marth pissed and ready for a fight. They all jumped to their feet, reformed a line, and stood strong and tall.

"Before we get into details… On what became of this ship. I would like to introduce you, Sir Roy, to my crew. Mario! Step forward!"

The Italian plumber stepped forward and watched as Marth circled him.

"Now, this is Mario. As you probably already noticed…"

The crew nodded and laughed in the back.

"He as you know is-," Roy stopped Marth as he continued talking.

"Marth… I just wanna get out of here and find my brother…" Roy sighed. "You don't have to explain to me."

Marth thought for a few moments and responded, "Fine then."

Mario stepped back.

"Let me just get this over with. Link, hero of Hyrule, followed by the Princess of Hyrule, which I kidnapped."

"Marth you didn't kidnap Zelda, she agreed to board on this ship," Link yelled at him.

Roy looked at Link, then turned to Zelda. His eyes bloomed with happiness, the most happiness he had felt ever since he was born. His heart beat with the sounds of love and his stomach tingled as if he were in heaven. His arms dropped down as he drooled, looking at Zelda.

"And this is Fox, he is very gifted when piloti-," Marth stopped himself from talking as he turned to Roy drooling his tongue away.

Marth snapped his fingers in Roy's drooling face and Roy finally was released from his imagination.

"Huh?" Roy wondered.

"As I was saying, he is very skilled in piloting, as is Falco and Falcon. Also Luigi, Mario's brother has a great skill of plumbing since, as you have seen before, we have a lot of leaking problems," Marth nudged Roy.

Roy sighed, "Marth, I'm not listening to a word your saying, so please… Stop while you're ahead."

"Ugh! Bottom line, this is my crew: Link, Zelda, Fox, Falco, Mario, Luigi, Kirby, Yosh, Game and watch, the pokemon, Pit, Wario, Waluigi, Donkey Kong, Ness, Ice climbers," suddenly Marth's voice faded.

Roy fell down to the floor. Everyone then turned to him as Marth continued talking. Finally Marth stopped when he noticed a clomp on the floor. He turned around and saw as the crew circled him. He then walked carefully towards the crowd and bent down to Roy.

"I wonder what's wrong with him," Marth said out loud.

Fox raised both his shoulders. The crew followed his actions. Everything remained quiet.

END OF CHAPTER—plzz R&R…