Indeed, Matthew did have a plan for the prisoners to escape, but it would mean doing a few things like a pirate. After he had slipped Buffy the note, he snuck off to find Jenna and Adler. Matthew first looked in the quarry, no sign of them.
He went to the mine entrance to watch for them, but there was no sign of them here as well.
Where were they?
Inside the "hot" room as the slaves called it, sat Jenna. She was very hot, for the hot room drew in heat from the sun and when night came, the guards would set the walls on fire. Many slaves would be locked in here for days without being given a reason to why they were here.
Jenna was on the verge of passing out from the heat. But then she heard her name being called. The voice brought her back.
"Matthew? Is that you?" she cried, her voice was so dry that she almost didn't get the words out.
"Jenna, I'm coming to get you out," Matthew replied. "Now just close your eyes and go to sleep," he said softly, scooping her up in his arms. The weasel bolted out of the hot room like there was no tomorrow.
Two hours later, Jenna awoke to find she was in a cave, a dimly lighten cave, but at least it was very cool in here. The eight year old looked around, she saw a brighter light coming from a tunnel on the far right of the cave. Deciding to find out where she was, Jenna slowly headed toward the light, keeping low to the ground as not to be seen.
As Jenna inched closer to the end of the tunnel, she could already hear that someone else was in the cave with her. It soon became clear that there was more than one, but seven others. That was when a hand clamped over her face, immediately Jenna struggled, as she was spun around and looked up into the bewildered face of Ace London.
The gray wolf looked at her and smiled. "Your grandfather has been waiting for you," he said pointing to the other who sat around a table.
Adler jumped up from his seat and rushed over to hug his granddaughter. "Oh, Jenna, you're alright," he smiled, smothering her in the hug. Jenna smiled. Matthew had saved her and her grandfather. But now the question was...
"What are we going to do now?" she asked.
Matthew stepped up. "I'll free some more prisoners, bring them here, then we'll steal Shere Khan's privet air ship, the Thunder Hawk, and use that to get off the island."
His plan was crazy enough to work. Freeing the prisoners was the easy part, but stealing the Thunder Hawk? That would be the hard part. The air ship was most likely to be strongly guarded by Shere Khan's best soldiers.
But Matthew was confidant in his plan.
That night, Matthew sat in a pool of water, letting go of his fear and relaxed to the sound dripping water. The water felt great on his scared body, most of his wounds had healed over the three months, but those scars would never fade. As he washed his face, Matthew felt someone touch his back.
"I need to wash your back," Lotta said, stepping into the water. Matthew tried to look over at her. "No, please don't look Matthew," she exclaimed, blushing with embarrassment. "I'm necked."
The weasel respect the princess' wish and looked the other way. Lotta's hands moved back and forth, washing any dirt off that he missed. It was strange for both of them to be back in the same water again, but at the same time-enjoyable-and very relaxing.
Matthew's heart nearly burst from his chest when Lotta kissed the back of his neck. She was so gentle, so kind, but also a very brave girl. No wonder Matthew felt so drawn to her, but did she feel drawn to him?
"Lotta, I want to know why you decided to join me tonight," he said softly. Lotta stopped washing his back and turned away from him.
"I guess I like you, Matthew," she replied, her face was red again with embarrassment. "You have been so kind to me, and I, well, think that you are very brave to risk your life for Jenna and us."
Matthew took hold of Lotta's arms and turned her so to be face to face with her. Her breasts were covered by her long hair as he ran his hands moved down her arms.
"Lotta," Matthew said softly, almost a whisper to her ears. "I think you are the most beautiful girl I have ever met, and you deserve to have a good strong man in your life, one that will love you and never hurt you."
Lotta smiled brightly at his words. "I've already have found that man," she said just as softly looking into his brown eyes, "because this man came to me when I was a prisoner of his captain." Matthew smiled widely as he realized what she meant. He hesitated for a split second but decided that he didn't care about his plan to break the others out of the camp. Right now Matthew didn't care about anything except making Lotta his.
"Then do me the honor of becoming my wife," Matthew said. He leaned forward slowly toward his lovely princess and kissed her on the lips. Lotta returned the kiss and they both closed their eyes keeping the kiss going for as long as they could. When they finally broke apart Lotta was smiling.
"Yes, Matthew, I'll be your wife," she replied, "Plus, since you will be the one to pilot the Thunder Hawk, that makes you the captain, so I'll need to make you an outfit for your rank."
"Captain Matthew Dogsdon, the protector of the skies," Matthew smiled, striking a proud pose for his soon to be wife. Lotta smiled and pulled his face toward hers.
"Well then, Captain Dogsdon," she said kissing him again. "You need to finish your bath and get ready for last day as a thief." The two of them shared one more sweet kiss before cleaning themselves up in the cool water.
As they bathed, King Amuck watched on, a frown had taken the place of his goofy smile.
"Something is happening between them," said a voice and King Amuck didn't jump; he had sensed the prince was nearby. Prince Neverhasbeenbroke appeared in the entrance of the cave, out of sight from Lotta and Matthew.
"Indeed," the king said feeling slightly troubled, "This seed must not grow. Her path is suppose to be with you, Prince Neverhasbeenbroke." the prince looked at King Amuck and then spoke quietly.
"Even a king can be mistaken my friend. Perhaps your daughter has a different destiny from the one you planned. Following the duty of a queen and the calling of the heart are not always the same."
"But people must do their duty," King Amuck said.
"But if your daughter had known that you wanted her to marry me, would she have taken my hand to be queen? I would not think so," the prince said, then looked at Lotta who was know hugging Matthew. "Even I can see that she has become one with Matthew. So maybe it's best that you let them decide their own path."
King Amuck looked at him as he considered his words.
"I just hope that my daughter has made the right choice," he said after a moment.
Two hours later...
Inside the slave camp, things were quiet. Guards sat at their posts. The prisoners were in their quarters, but, there was one prisoner not in her place-Kitten Kaboodle.
Kitten was bent over Khan's desk, her dress was in a pile on the floor, as Shere Khan, with his pants and shorts around his ankles, was smiling.
"Miss Kaboodle, I must say you are good girl not to disobey me," he said between getting behind her.
Shere Khan began touching her hair with one hand as he ran his other hand across her belly. "Why are you doing this?" she shivered sadly as he began the mating process.
"Because I am growing old and need to ensure that I have someone to give my empire to," he stated, but to help things go smoothly, he pulled out some money, "and if it makes a difference, I'll pay you for your troubles."
Kitten Kaboodle knew that Khan would have his way one way or another, so she gave herself to him, but as he mated with her, Kitten began to enjoy it. Shere Khan was a bad guy, but he was a gentleman when it came to this field.
Down below their feet, Matthew and Ace slowly made their way to the slave quarters. Being careful not to trigger any alarms along the way. Ace slowly stopped and looked up through a crack in the floor. His mouth dropped as he saw Shere Khan get Kitten down on her knees for her to give him pleasure.
"Ace!" Matthew snapped through his clenched teeth. "Get over here and stop looking at them, that is worse than a pornographic movie."
The gray wolf frowned. "Ok, but Kitten Kaboodle does have a nice ass."
Matthew shook his head. "Just keep your mind on the task at hand. Okay?"
Inside the slave quarters, Baloo held Rebecca close to him as they slept. Kit sat next to Molly. His little sister was resting her head on Kit's shoulder, trying hard to get some sleep, but she couldn't. She was too worried that Matthew wasn't going to be able to save them, but Kit was always telling her differently.
"He is going to save us," Kit would remind her, but being only six years old made it hard for Molly to believe that.
"And indeed I am," Matthew said coming up from under the floor boards. Every prisoner suddenly jumped to their feet and rushed for the hole Matthew had come through. But Baloo quickly stopped them. His one good eye showed no sign of fear as two of the prisoner drew small hand crafted knifes on him and threatened to attack. Rebecca pushed past the others to help calm things down.
The two prisoners listened to her and put their knifes up.
Will walked up to Matthew. "What's the plan then?" he asked.
"I need only a hand full of you," Matthew pointed to about fourteen people in the crowd. "Then we steal Khan's air ship and get everyone off the island."