Chapter 315: Sodor's Legend of the Lost Treasure Part 6

One morning, Oliver was waiting at Arlesburgh West exchanging passengers with Bert when Duck came in with a load of dynamite bound for the construction site, grumbling all th

"Stupid Diesel, he grumbled. "He discovers some pirate ship by accident and all of a sudden he's a hero! Anybody could've done it. And after everything he's done, why does he deserve it?"

"Will you give it a rest already, Duck?" Oliver groaned. Even he was sick of this petty feud. "He's been nothing but helpful, yet you still distrust him."

"Some things just can't be forgiven," Duck said matter of factly. Just then, Diesel came in with a line of ballast trucks.

"Morning Duck, morning Oliver," he said.

"Morning, Diesel," Oliver responded, but Duck just glared.

"Erm, lovely weather, isn't it?" Diesel chuckled nervously. Just then, Duck's guard blew his whistle.

"If you'll excuse me, I have real work to do!"

And before anything else could be said, Duck snorted away. But as he left, Duck and Diesel could see big, black plumes of smoke coming from the funnel.

"Duck! Duck!"

But Duck was so caught up in his ramblings that he didn't hear them, and disappeared around a corner.

"Something's wrong! Duck's engine shouldn't be making that much smoke."

"He must have gotten a bad load of coal this morning!"

Oliver's eyes went wide when he realized something.

"And with that load of dynamite, that's a disaster waiting to happen!"

"We have to warn him!"

"I can't! I filled up my engine with coal at the same time as he did, mine's bound to have trouble too."

"Then I'll have to do it!"

"Be careful, Diesel!"

"I'll try!"

After quickly detaching his engine from his train, Diesel raced off after Duck. He could only hope he got to him in time.

At last, Duck pulled into the construction site, his engine giving a long wheeze as it came to a stop. By this point, he had noticed the big, black plumes of smoke coming out of its funnel.

"Must've taken on a bad load of coal. I'd better clean it out before…"

"Duck, get out of there quick! Your trucks are on fire!"

"What the- GREAT WESTERN RAILWAY!"

Duck looked back in horror. His trucks of dynamite were all lit, and ready to blow. A quick thinking shunter uncoupled his engine from the train, but when he went to drive it away, the safety valve blew.

"Don't worry, Duck! I've got it!"

Just then, Diesel rushed in, and coupled up to the trucks, much to Duck's surprise.

"Diesel? What are you doing?"

"I'm getting these trucks somewhere safe before they blow us all sky high!"

"Are you mad? You'll never make it in time!"

"I have to try!"

Before anyone could stop him, Diesel raced off, trying to find a safe place for the dynamite to explode. Daisy was coming the other way with more workmen, completely unaware of the danger.

"Diesel? What's-"

"No time to explain, just stay there!"

Daisy came to a stop, allowing Diesel to rush through with the dynamite safely. Daisy could only watch in horror as the live dynamite whizzed past her.

"What did I miss?"

At last, Diesel found a lone siding out of the way. Quickly he leapt from the cab and ran for it.

"I just hope I can get away before…"

BOOM!

Within seconds, emergency crews were on the scene. They found a bunch of scattered woods, debris, and metal scattered around the area. Diesel's engine lay on its side, wheels missing and dented but mostly intact.

"Where's Diesel?"

"A little help, please?"

There, cowering in a crevice, was Diesel, a little beat up but alright. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

As the workmen cleaned up the mess, Sir Topham Hatt arrived to survey the damage.

"I'm terribly sorry, sir," Duck said.

"It's not your fault," Sir Topham Hatt said kindly. "That coal was too dirty, could've happened to anyone. I'm just glad no one was hurt."

Duck nodded in agreement. Sir Topham Hatt then turned to Diesel.

"I've heard you were a hero today, Diesel. Your actions will not go unnoticed, and you engine will be fixed in no time."

"Yes sir, thank you sir."

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have a call to make with the museum. I need to see about having someone drop by my office to collect Diesel's find."

With that, Sir Topham Hatt turned and walked away. Duck then turned to Diesel, sheepishly.

"Erm, are you alright, Diesel?"

"A little banged up, but I'll be fine."

"Right. Uh, well…good job. Take it easy."

"You too."

With that, the two took their leave. Unbeknownst to them, two figures had been listening in to the entire conversation the entire time.

"Did you hear that, Skiff? The treasure is in Sir Topham Hatt's office?"

"Are you sure, uncle? I mean, he could be referring to anything."

Sailor John rolled his eyes, and hit Skiff on the head.

"Ow!"

"Shut it, you barnacle brain! Think, what else could be so important that he needs to send it to a museum? That treasure is in there, and now is the time to steal it!"

"But how? It's got to be in a safe or something."

The old sea dog grinned, and picked up a stray stick of dynamite.

"Oh, don't you worry about that…"

A/N: Oh sweet merciful lord, am I glad that this chapter is finally over! No joke, this scene nearly stopped this adaptation from happening at all, because I knew just how controversial it is. But now that it's out of the way, the rest should be smooth sailing.