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Part 4: The Lost City

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Part 4: The Lost City
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“Boy let me talk to you about treasure. What is it I told ye, there was a room filled with so much gold that could drown in it? The coins outnumber that of the of the entire population of the world. Solid gold as far as the eye can see. Would ye go looking fer it?” I nod yes. “Of course you would. So did I, when I be much younger. As I told you I was a cabby boy for a bit. Then as I grew I become a shipmate, a look-out, a sailor, and a first mate. See boy I grew up on the sea. Jumping from boat to boat. The pirate life is something special. Some men travel the world and see as much of it as that can before they croak. Others are loyal to one crew and do all their sailing under one Jolly Rodger. Some sail one and then never do it again. But then there are people like me, people that sail because they don’t know any other life…” He let out a ghastly loud sneeze and sprayed the floor with debris, “At-choo!” He blew his nose on his sleeve and got back to talking.

“I was born on a boat. Somewhere in the Atlantic. Sailing was in my bones. Me mother did not know any about being a parent and wanted to go to the New World with a fresh start. So she did what most women would charge over. He put little me into a basket and hide it from the passengers and the crew. Then once they got to the New Land she left me on the boat. It be a good thing that I’ve got me a voice because had I not been crying me tiny eyes out, nobody would have found me. The crew of the good ship, Samantha had no clue about caring for a child. They did the best they could and drop me out at the first orphanage they found when they got back. Our Lady of Poverty was where I grew up. The sisters did not know what to call me since me mother never gave me a proper name. But they be sisters, so they called every nameless girl, Mary and every nameless boy, Joseph. Because they be women of the Lord. But once they receive me and garbage baby from some smelly old ship. They decided not to name me. I did not grow up like the other children. We did not have much but the others were the favorites. I did a lot of the cleanin’ and dirt work. They called me, boy. Because I did not deserve any other name. They thought I be from Satan with me red curly hair and me stone dead gray eyes. As much as the children of the orphanage grew up in sorrow and poverty. I grew up with less. The food was limited and I always was last in line. Often I would go without. But the sisters be from God. They cared for every one of us. They wanted to feed us all, but they couldn’t. Sister Maria would seek me rolls from the table of the mother superior when I be out working. Mother Superior did not like me but the other nuns did. Mother Superior thought I was the spawn of Satan himself. Her plan was to work me to death. She did not let the other sisters name me, talk to me, see me, paly with me or love me. So when I be a small lad I ran away. I was only about the age of seven. Covered in dirt from head to foot, darkened with the gray ash from the soot. I ran. As fast as me bony legs could carry me. The streets were dark and lonely, I ran and ran. Until I found the docks…”

As a boy who grew up in dirt, I dreamed of treasure. To have money was the only thing I wanted. When I got to the docks there was a crew of the good pirate, Steven Haggs and they accepted me on the ship the Heart of Stone. They needed a boy to clean the treasure. I knew how to polish from the orphanage and I never thought for a second to steal any of the gold I shined. I was so happy that they accepted me as one of their own that I did not want them to ever be made at me. When asked for my name I told me, Boy. That’s what they called me. When Steven Haggs took a bit of lead to the temple his first mate took charge of the ship. The notorious Devin Lockhart and I worked him for many years. If age did not take a toll on Lockhart would still be on the seas to this day. He stole from everybody, even the crown. But with anything, the years catch up to you. As Lockhart stole much from the crown he hid it all on an island called, Turtle’s Peak. It was a sea mountain that looked like the back of a turtle. With a cave to store the loot. On the white sand beaches of Turtle’s peak is where they found us.

Turtle’s Peak is a small island that is not worth the land. It be a barren rock with only one peak. The rocky surface had a small beach with white sand that looks as pure as sugar. The shores of the island only extended a few feet. The water was rough on that beach with a constant bombardment of white salty waves. The rock face that came from the ocean was rounded off and stone cold gray. It looks like a large turtle shell, which is how the island got its name. On the side with the black and green moss was the cave. The cave that Lockhart stored all the treasure he ever took. He stole from other pirates, merchants, and the crown. But if you steal from the crown one too many times they do not like you.

One night we were drinking and eating an assortment of birch beers, rum candies, bubble gum cigars, root beers, and ginger ales. When the flag of the crown came close to the shores of Turtle’s Peak. The St. George’s Cross hung on the masks of the King’s Ships. Us pirates jumped out of our skins and started to go to the guns on the island as he heard the first of the cannon fire. The fire flared through the air and the ball collided with the living rock of the island. The cannons on the Heart of Stone were not being manned. The massive shells of the King’s navy sunk the Heart of Stone before it could be manned. The men fired their guns and what cannon we had but we stood no chance. There I was standing with the island burning with cannon fire. The man fighting a valent fight. I dropped me weapon and dove into the sea and swam for it…”

“That be one of the scariest nights of me life. But after a few years, I was a first mate. Once I made me way back to the country I got a job of a different boat. I found meself on the ship of Harold Gregg. Harold was an okay pirate but he wanted to find the Lost City. He told us about the legend and the rumors of Blind Bread. We wanted that treasure. Do you know how one finds the forbidden island?” I nod no. “Well, you gotta look. When the stars burn with an amber color and a line with the planet Mercury on the third Tuesday of June with two scoops of sugar in the tea. One must be standing on one foot while yelling, “Jenny why did you leave me!” at a black cat then punt the cat into the ocean. But of course, ye need a man playing the bagpipes to the tune of Beethoven’s fifth at nine thirty at night. Then spit into the eye of a cow and ride a donkey to a cheese shop with geese in your pockets to the house of the secret keeper. Then knock on the door three times wait fourteen seconds then throw a kettle at it. Break down the door declare, “This is the house of Kyle!” Twirl in circles and ask the secret keeper politely and once you sit through a sales pitch on time shares and get a library card the secret keeper will show you the way.”

“Once we had the map from the secret keeper. We were on our way to finding the treasure. The day before we set sail I had to say goodbye to a special person. Sara, she was an angel in woman’s body. She was not a woman of the Lord but she was the person in charge of the orphanage I grew up at. We started talking when I went back after Lockhart’s capture. It was the only other home I knew other than the sea. She let me stay if I agree to do some repairs on the old house and watch the children. I did for a time until Harold Gregg sought me out because I was a member of the notorious Lockhart crew. When Gregg offered me a job I took it and left the orphanage for the sea once more. But I needed to say goodbye. Because Sara was just about the only family I ever had. Everyone who ever went looking for this treasure ended up dead or missing so I wanted to let her know, that I was going to look for it. She was not happy to see me and she yelled at me when I talked of treasure. One single hot tear fell from her face as she kicked me out of the orphanage. Time to set sail.

We set sail on a brisk Thursday morn. The air was cool and gray. The ship, The Marauder went to the forbidden island. As I said the forbidden island was sandy shore that leads straight to a jungle of death, there was a mountain of despair that hide the secrets of the Lost City in its caves. We piled into the small boats and went to the shore. Divided we stood a better chance. Harold took half of the crew and me; the remaining guys. We placed our boots on the sandy shore of the forbidden island. Monsters, all I remember are the monsters. They came from the jungle, they came from the ground and they came from everywhere. My word was drawn and waving at the teeth of the monster. The little furry brown demons from the burros came in massive numbers. They looked harmless but they claws were sharp and teeth sharper. They could leap for your face. As the high pitched scream came for my head. The blade of my sword cut the furry friend in two. Us pirates fought a battle of the ages as we ran for the jungle of death. Smoke from the muzzle flash felt the air. The screams of the demons and the screams of the men plague my ears. As we cut through the fury Spartans and went to the jungle of death. That bit of beach was hell.

Believe it or not, the jungle of death was not bad. I mean nothing attacked us. We lost a few men to the fury demons but as we walked through the dense trees and plants we were unharmed. Then the leaves rustled and we prepared, loaded up the weapons and were ready to fire. It got closer as the leaves grew louder and louder. Then a chipmunk came out of the green foliage. We held our ground. He squeaked and ran off. At the end of the jungle, we saw a walkway to the living rock of the volcano we marched. The cave was on fire with a narrow walkway to see the map to the Lost City written on the inner rock of Yarsis. Now we had a map. Harold gave me the map and we were walking back to the beach when the chipmunk came back. Harold bent down to give him a nut. The chipmunk to it and Harold looked at us with a smile and the tiny thing opened its mouth and swallowed our captain whole. Us hardened pirates ran back to the beach terrified. The chipmunks came out to attack. Bullets whizzed through the air and the cute furry animals were taking us by surprise. Running with fear in our minds we made it to the beach to fight the demons of the sand and one by one we made it to the row boats and paddled as fast as we could back to the Marauder.

Once we were back on the boat with only half a crew. We all stood on the deck. The men who stayed back asked, what happened? And, where is the captain? I was the first mate under Harold Gregg the Marauder was now my ship and these men were my crew. We all knew this without saying it out loud. The men who stayed back saw us of the landing party. That we were beaten and tired and blood stained. They could figure out what happened to the others. So I slowly checked the back of me pocket and found the map. ‘This is the map to the Lost City’ I said to me crew. ‘Should we find it?’ All the crew shook their heads up and down. They muttered ‘for Gregg’ under their breath and we all knew that we were going to find this treasure in honor of our captain. Now me and me crew went and searched for a treasure of legend. But one man came up to me and asked, ‘Are we going to find the Lost City?’ I nod yes.”

To Be Continued..

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