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[aid] => mick
[title] => Quest of The White Staff Pt II
[time] => 2004-10-07 16:55:57
[hometext] => Again...more of a story, read the first one first...comments would be nice
[bodytext] => The battle was won And we rejoiced through the night Emptying tankards of rum by the hour As drunk as Roman kings We stumbled to our cabins And fell into our beds *** I awoke to the shouts of the lookout "We are nigh on land! Brace yeselves!!" I lay there, not fully registering the emergency Suddenly, the whole of my cabin was pitched forward I was thrown from my bed And into my desk A dresser from the other side of the cabin Was thrown onto me And everything went black *** This time I awoke in a makeshift hammock My leg in a splint, broken...well, shattered rather On land... Memories came flooding back The ship had run up on an island That had crept up on us during the night I could see Geoffrey, the First Mate, walking to me With charts in his grasp As he got closer, I saw fear burning through his eyes He spread the charts before me "This island is not charted, Cap'n." A realization came to me Stilles land was uncharted "My lord, we have found it faster than we should've." Forgetting about my leg, I swung out of the hammock Only to collapse onto the ground Which was not sand as it should have been But dirt...near the ocean Geoffrey helped me up and back to the crew I had been planning what I would say As I walked to them "This is my Quest, not yours. I will not think you any less of a man if you turn away now." Nobody moved, I smiled "Thank you...now, chances are Stille already knows of our arrival, He has many ways to bring us to him." It was as if Stille had been listening For at that pinprick in time Did four dark robed figures stride out Of the trees lining the shore Their pace quickened as the neared us I whispered quick warnings to the crew "Do not struggle" The creatures were upon us And some of my men did not heed my warnings Three of the men lashed out against them Firing eight desperate rounds from their pistols The creatures were unharmed Before I had a chance to even think about reacting They lay dead on the ground Their skulls having been pulverized Between two mighty palms The rest of my crew lay their weapons down The creatures bound our limbs With a wave of their hands One pushed me forward And I fell because of my leg The creature realized I could not walk In my current state He waved his hand and my leg was healed The creatures led us through a thick jungle We eventually got onto a path That path led us to a fortress... A black fortress... Stilles fortress [comments] => 1 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 31 [informant] => eyesxcriedxout1989 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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