Chapter 2: Stowaways

"One…two…" Dean and I readied ourselves to push up on the lids of the barrels, not noticing the fact that the men on the ship had moved away the load holding down the lids. "Three!" with one large push the lids flew up and Dean and I stared wide eyed at the crew of the ship as they glared down at our water soaked forms with almost black eyes. Shit. The men snatched us up and I groaned as they trapped our heads and hands in boards. They pushed us to the floor in someone's cabin. After my mind cleared from the daze it had entered I looked up with Dean to see a man dressed in black armor and blackened eyes.

"Alistair Cortes," I gasped and I heard my brother suck in a breath as it finally dawned on him how much trouble we truly were in. Alistair passed before us, skimming over our bodies like we were diseased rats. Well, to him that is exactly what we were. Finally, his pacing stopped, his body bending in the middle so he could shove his face into ours. I held my breath, my brother doing the same when Alistair got so close we almost bumped noses.

"My crew was carefully chosen like the Disciples of Christ and I will not tolerate stowaways. You will be flogged and when we arrive in Cuba you shall be flogged again before being sold to a sugar plantation for the rest of your insufferable lives," Alistair growled like a hungry wolf. I swallowed, heart pounding in my chest. Looking us up and down again once more Alistair finally backed off, waving at his men to take us away. Hands grabbed at my body and I heard Dean grunt as a man kicked him to his feet. My heart began to thud in my chest as dread filled it. We were dead men.

"So, umm…how's the escape plan coming?" I asked as my brother repeatedly pounded his head against the wall of our prison in the ship. He held up a hand to silence me, repeating this process again and again.

"Wait…Wait…I'm getting something…" Dean smacked his head two more times before his eyes brightened and the life returned to them. "You and I grab some provisions, hijack one of those…long boat thingies, and finally we row back to Spain!"

"Back to Spain in a row boat?" I questioned, looking at my big brother with raised brows. Dean nodded, looking rather pleased with himself. "Alright!" I agreed, deciding it wasn't the worst plan he had thought up of. "How do we get on deck?" Dean went silent again, mumbling softly his plan in his head, but he clearly didn't have any bright ideas. I scoffed, crossing my arms and glaring up through the bars of our cell. The winy of a horse snorted from above and a light bulb flickered on in my head. "Wait I've got a plan,
I whispered excitedly, sticking my hand up through the bars and calling for the horse. Dean looked at me like I had gone insane, but didn't say a word. "Hey, Bobby," I named the horse, waving for it to come closer. The white stallion trotted closer, snorting on me as he sniffed my hand. I patted his nose and smiled. "Bobby, find me a pry bar and I'll give you a sweet juicy apple," I tempted the horse.

"You're talking to a horse. He can't understand you. Bobby's just a dumb horse he can't…" a ring of keys soon dropped into my hands from Bobby and I smirked at my brother. He curled up his nose looking away slightly.

"It's still not a crow bar," he sputtered. I shrugged it off, jiggling the key into the lock and opening our prison. It was dark out already and all the men were asleep. We scuttled from the cell and Dean started to pack food and water into a boat while I patted Bobby. The horse gently nudged me, like he was searching for something. I just gave him a pat and made my way back to Dean and climbed into the boat. We were about to lower ourselves into the water when Bobby whinnied and snorted in anger, pounding his hooves loudly on the deck. Dean cursed up at the horse, shouting at him to keep it down. My memory clicked that second and I pulled a red apple from my coat.

"He wants his apple!" I realized. Dean grabbed it from me and threw it into the air.

"Fetch!" he called, before dropping us into the water. We watched as the apple bounced out of Bobby's reach onto a sail and into the frigid salt water. The horse whinnied again, diving head first into the water for his apple.

"Bobby!" I screamed as the horse started drowning and dived in to help keep the horse's head above water. Dean shouted at me from the boat, and I looked in his direction only to see the ship coming right at us.

"WHOLLY SHIP!" Dean cried and the boat flipped over and waves attempted to drown us. Dean and I popped back to the surface when the ship sailed past and swam to the boat that Bobby had gotten too. The good news was that we had all survived. The bad news was that the damn horse ate all our supplies. Dean's teeth ground together and he glared at me with flaming eyes.

"Look at the bright side. Things can't get any worse…" lightning crackled above us and I swore Dean looked like he was going to strangle me.

The boat rocked steadily back and forth on the dreadfully salty water that laughed at us through the gruelingly hot days. Bobby sat on one side of the boat while we sat on the other to balance everything out. Who knows how long we've been out here. Just the other day a bird died right in front of our eyes and a shark snapped it before we could grab it. It was starting to look more and more hopeless for us.

"Dean, did you ever imagine it ending like this?" I asked, hands folded over my middle in attempt to calm my hungry stomach. Dean let out a tired sigh before glancing in Bobby's direction.

"The horse was a surprise," my older brother admitted with the smallest of smiles. I hummed in agreement, staring up at the buzzards that flew circles around our heads.

"Any regrets?" I asked, wanting to at least kill some of the silence on this soundless ocean.

"Never got enough gold for the future you deserve, Sammy," Dean murmured, but I didn't hear him since it was so soft. All I heard was that he never had enough gold. My heart tugged slightly at the thought that Dean cared more about gold than anything else, but I didn't say a word. That's just how my brother was. He risked his life for simple pennies or stole from the rich for prophet. Not once did he even show an ounce of caring if he was caught or not. If guards ever started gaining on us he would shove the money into my arms and tell me to run as fast as I could.

"Mine was that we never got to complete our adventure," I sighed, watching buzzards circled closer to us. God, I wish I had a gun to shoot at them. Not only could we eat them, but then they wouldn't be taunting us any longer. Dean followed my eyes and let a hand fall over the edge of the boat to play with the water, but water wasn't brought back with his hand. Instead there was a handful of sand.

"Land!" we screamed at the sight of the sand and we jumped out of the boat, staring up at the beautiful island we were now stranded on. We collapsed to the sand, kissing the earth until I felt my lips come in contact with something cold and hard. I opened my eyes to see that my puckered lips were kissing the eye socket of a skull with a sword impaled through its head. Dean yelped like a school girl at my side and I rubbed my tongue off with my hand in attempt to clean it off.

"All in favor of getting back to the boat say aye!" Dean shouted, grabbing Bobby's reins and pulling the horse back to our little boat with him. I almost turned with him until I noticed the odd shape of a large rock not too far away. I pulled the map I had made sure to grab out of my pocket and stared in awe as the map measured up with the area around me. We were here! We actually made it!

"We've done it!" I shouted giddily, flipping through the map in search of our next landmark. Dean turned, eyes falling hatefully on the map in front of us.

"You grabbed the map?" he snarled, lifting his hands like he was about to strangle me. I didn't pay him any mind though. Instead I blabbered away on how the streams and the rocks fit so closely together with the map and my brother looked at me like I had gone mad.

"It is the map to El Gracia!" I shouted at him, trying to make him understand.

"You drank sea water didn't you?" Dean retorted, not buying a word I said.

"Come on!" I shout, pulling the sword out of a skulls head and slashing it against the vines and roots.

"No, I wouldn't step foot in that jungle for a hundred of pieces of gold!"

"How about a billions?" Dean went silent as I pulled gold into our argument. He wouldn't be able to say no. It was rumored to be a city of gold after all. It was just the place for my older brother.

"Come on, Dean, we'll follow that trail!" I shout, lifting a sword from an old skull above my head excitedly.

"What trail?" my brother asked, looking around us hopelessly. I smirked at him, slicing away the vines and roots of the trees and bushes to reveal a large path twirling through the jungle.

"That trail!"

So are you guys loving it? Hating it? Let me know what you think. We get to meet two special characters next chapter. I'll leave you to your deductions ;)