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|Glistening water (standard:adventure, 727 words)|
|Author: Kinslayer||Added: Jul 18 2003||Views/Reads: 2140/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Washed ashore and alone, a mystery of a lost idol and a not to typical pirate.|
The sun glistened off the water, sending rays of light this way and that. The light beams fell upon a woman's face, waking her up from rest. She lay on the beach, soaking wet, a sword clasped in one hand and a stone idol in the other. She lifted herself off the beach and looked around. There was nothing but forest spread before her, and behind, the sea. She lifted the idol into a velvet bag at her side. It was of a closed clamshell, about the size of her palm and weathered to the point it resembled a stone. She gave it a kiss and slipped it into the bag. She fastened her sword to her belt and checked for her pistol on the other side before she hastened to the forest. The paths through the forests were old and overgrown, and as she hacked her way through the foliage she could hear animals scurrying through the underbrush to get away. She judged by the sun that she was headed west, toward the port town of Oota. Green sunlight filtered down through the leaves, making the forest dark and foreboding. Hoping to make it to town before it got dark she quickened her pace, racing through the forest as quickly as she could. A chill ran up her spine, forcing her to slow down and eye the forest around her cautiously. A rustle of leaves came from above her, then to the right. She stopped in her tracks and began circling around, looking for signs of movement coming from the brush and trees. From behind she heard the rustling again. “Come out or I'll run you through.” She yelled into the forest. She drew her sword slowly and held it before her. The woods became silent and still, eerily quiet. As she slowly slid her sword back into its sheath a screech echoed in the distance. She quickly pulled her gun to her side and fired a shot in that direction. The blast roared amongst the trees sending a group of birds billowing into the sky. Again the forest grew silent and the woman sat on a nearby log to catch her breath. Before long she stood up, refastened her gun to her hip and continued down the path, this time more slowly, making sure to pause and listen for anything approaching. In a few hours she could make out the sounds of people and knew that the town must be just beyond the trees. As she reached the clearing, again the rustle of foliage came from her right. She dove to the ground in time to have a dark coated jungle cat bound over her and take off full speed into the town. As she looked up she saw two more emerge, just a few hundred yards down. The cats were dodging and weaving between the people and buildings, sending people scattering for their homes. Quickly she took up arms, wielding her sword in one hand, her pistol in the other. She fired a shot as she emerged from the forest, just grazing the top of a jungle cat's head. It quickly swung about and without missing a beat headed full bore for her. She took aim once again. As she sighted it, she saw another come out of a window about three houses down. In its mouth it held a small child. “Damn!” she swore, and adjusted her aim, firing the shot just over the charging cats head and into the side of the other. Before she had a chance to see what had happened, she was shoved to the ground, as the jungle cat pounced onto her chest. It was heavy and clawing viciously at her face, but she held its two front paws, trying to restrain it. She felt blood coming from her abdomen, as the cat dug her hind legs into her stomach. She could feel herself warring out and was not sure how long she would last, when a blast came from behind her. The cat grew limp and she sluffed it onto the ground next to her. She began breathing shallow, and was exhausted from her wounds and the struggle, but before she past out she saw a blurry vision of someone standing over her. The man said, “Get some sleep Captain Redding.” And she did. To be continued... Tweet
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