Island of DOOM
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Monday Morning – Breakfast time – Mood:
I was, not doing harm to anyone, lying in my bed. I was having a
dream about being a beautiful mermaid, who decided to trade her fish
tail for legs so she could walk on land. I then used my new legs to
conquer the planet, and crowned myself Empress Alex – Ruler of
Everything. Anyone who tried to resist my rule was fed to my pet
shark, Bitey, who lived in the basement of my grand palace. It was a
why it was even worse when I was woken up by a world-shattering-
woken up early is the worst.
I thought it was
the end of the world! I sat upright in bed, and do you know what I
saw? HALF OF MY
HOUSE WAS MISSING! Where
there was once a wall made of cobblestone blocks, my selection of
beautiful paintings of fruit bowls and sheep, and my crafting table,
there was now a massive hole and a pile of rubble. The cold morning
air slowly filled the room as I stared at the disaster, open-mouthed.
could see right out to my farm and my chickens. Lucy and Helen looked
right back in at me with a confused:
to make things worse, Scotty
appeared. My so-called 'best friend'.
Alex,” he said in his 'please don't hate me' voice.
think I may
have startled a creeper near your house.” A creeper. The green,
mean, exploding monsters that caused us all no end of trouble. You
get too close and they like to explode. I jumped out of bed and
stormed over to him.
have startled a creeper? Half my house is missing!”
looked at the hole with a thoughtful expression. “It doesn't
bad.” Argh! I could strangle
Morning – After Breakfast – Mood: Calm
Calm. Don't I look Calm? I'm CALM.
I've had my breakfast now. I'm feeling...calmer. On closer
inspection, maybe the hole isn't that
big. I was planning on extending the house in that direction anyway.
I could probably make some stairs, build another floor, who knows. I
still have a few chests of supplies that didn't
get blown up, so that's nice.
managed to get Scotty to help out. By that, I mean that I grabbed him
by the front of his stupid turquoise t-shirt that he always wears and
told him that if he didn't help me, I'd lead all the creepers to his
house and leave nothing except for his bed. He is gathering wood from
nearby trees as a way of saying sorry (as he should).
going to be a loooong day.
Morning – Building time - Mood: Sigh.
hurt his hand punching a tree. Who punches
Afternoon – Time for Lunch! - Mood: A bit hungry
are a real problem around here. I was walking towards a nearby mine
to try and get some stone for my wall, and who should appear from
behind a tree? A creeper! I barely managed to dodge before it blew up
and took a few blocks of wood with it!
it's so annoying.
Afternoon – Still repairing my house – Mood: Really want
Scotty to shut up.
is being a pain. I'm trying to fix my house, and he interrupts me
every few seconds. I put the block down and he says:
another block down.
another block down.
we should go on an adventure.”
another block down.
why don't we do anything exciting
put another block down and say, “Our lives are exciting,
we used to have so much fun, questing, exploring deep mines, fighting
monsters, things like that.”
have a house now, Scotty. I have a farm. These things can be fun
just stared at Lucy and Helen for a while. They were doing that thing
where they run around in circles and go “Bawk! Bawk!”
Those silly chickens are so much fun!
I just read that back. Maybe I am
It's everyone else who is boring. I am fine.
the plus side, we've spent most of the day adding new improvements to
my house. It looks fantastic
now. I think I might even add a tower to it tomorrow. Or a moat.
Moats are cool.
Morning – Breakfast Time. - Mood: WHHHYYYYYYYYYYY?
what I woke up to today.
almost as if they just want to ruin my
house. I mean,
Scotty's house is just further down the path. Why can't they blow up
mud hut? It doesn't even have windows! Today, I didn't even get to
wake up and inspect the damage, because they blew up next to the
side of my house. That means that I woke to the wall above my head
blowing up and the feeling of my bed collapsing beneath me.
They broke my bed!
top it all off, Scotty appeared, promising that it wasn't his fault
have let him off, but he had to wander into the remains of my house
and ask, “How is my sword collection? Is it alright?”
sword collection. Why did he even store them in my house? Iron
swords, wooden swords, stone swords, a golden sword he found in a
chest on time...all stored in my house.
didn't ask, “How are you,
Alex? Are you
OK, Alex? Let me make you breakfast,
It was all about his swords.
things worse, his sword collection was completely fine.
over to the weapon rack that they are so perfectly balanced on and
took them down, hugging them to his chest.
swords,” he said. “I remember the adventures we used to
go on. How we used to fight bad guys and dark monsters.”
he even started kissing them.
He is a
bit creepy sometimes.
needs to get out more.
things EVEN worse, the CREEPER BLEW UP MY KITCHEN! HOW AM I SUPPOSED
TO EAT IF IT BLEW UP MY KITCHEN?!
Breathe, Alex. Breeeeaaathe. Everything is fine.
Morning ish – I'm in a field – Mood: Bored
found me an apple. I'm slightly less hungry now. I'm trying to fill
in one of the holes a creeper made in one of my fields, but my cow,
Rebecca, keeps climbing inside it. What is the saying? Curiosity
killed the cow? Probably.
keeps nudging me with her big wet nose.
DOING IT REBECCA. GET OUT OF THE HOLE SO I CAN FIX IT!”
looking at me now, and moo-ing sadly.
she's a cow.
should stop yelling angrily at my cow.
Afternoon – Arrrrrgh! - Mood: Arrrrrrrgh!
being the helpful person he is, has gone to the nearby village of
Heredock to see if he can find something 'more interesting' to do.
Although I could use his help, I'm a bit glad that he isn't here
complaining about how 'boring life is'.
again, I could really
use his help right now.
Because my sheep have escaped! One of the creepers has blown up the
fence to the sheep pen and the crafty sheep have used the time to
make a run for it!
make a list of my sheep here and tick them off once I have found
the black sheep – Found him in the nearby river! He's a soggy
the white sheep – Found her under a tree.
the orange sheep – Found him standing on top of the tree (how
did he get up there?!)
the blue sheep – Was eating flowers on a nearby hill. I think
he will get a tummy ache.
the purple sheep – Found her inside
my house! She was asleep under my table.
the brown sheep - didn't actually escape. Stayed inside the pen like
a good sheep.
the yellow sheep – Found in the mine nearby, trying to eat
rocks and failing.
2, the red sheep – With Sheepy, trying to lick some coal.
Sheepanator, the pink sheep – She was walking towards Heredock!
I managed to get her back though.
Let's go round these sheep up! I can do it!
Evening – Back
home – Mood: So...sleepy
around after sheep all day is very
tiring. Who knew they could run so fast? But I managed to get them
all back! In fact, I even managed to get another
sheep, that I have named Julie. Her wool is still white, but I have
some dyes somewhere that will make swift work of that. I'm thinking
she can be a green sheep. Yeah, it would match her eyes.
is knocking on my door! It better not be Scotty begging me to make
him dinner again.
Evening – Still at Home – Mood: Confused.
outside my door. Instead, it was an old man with a long white beard.
He wore a purple robe and had a long wooden staff in one hand that
looked like it was made from twisted tree roots. He looked at me with
eyes as purple as his robe, stretched out his arms and said in a
am Abraham, Great Wizard of the Forest, Elder of the Magic Council,
Savior of the Diamond Realm, Juggler of Eggs, Maker of Slightly
Burned Cakes, Quite-handy-with-a-Spade! Can you help me?”
frowned. He seemed really weird. For a second I thought he was trying
to sell me something. “Hello, Abraham...er...Great whatsit of
the thingy,” I said. “What do you need help with?”
am on a quest!”
he replied. “A
quest of great importance! A quest that if I do not complete, it will
surely be the end of us all!”
OK,” I replied.
“How can I help?”
leaned in close, beckoning me over, as if he planned to whisper in my
ear. I moved forward slowly, reluctantly.
you know where I can find the one they call Scotty?
For he is destined
to save the world!”
you heard me right. Scotty is 'destined to save the world.'
course he is.
told the wizard to go and check out Heredock, as Scotty was probably
there, and then closed the door in his stupid bearded face.
not angry. No,
no. I'm just confused.
I mean, why does
get 'destined' to save the world, and all I am destined to do is fix
my house over and over again? I mean, Scotty can't even make a
sandwich without burning it! How is he going to save the world?
could make sandwiches and
save the world.
don't want to.
got a farm to run and a house to extend.
care. The old man is gone now, so I can focus on trying to get some
still tired from saving sheep all day anyway.
don't have time
to save the world.
mean, I could
save the world if I wanted to.
will, some other day.
going to sleep.
Morning – Weird times – Mood: Creeped out
woke up this morning at a normal
time, without an exploded house! Yay! Except, another strange thing
the old man from yesterday? Well, he was still
outside my house. It looked like he had walked back up the path to
the lane that runs into town and then just...stopped. He was staring
intensely into the distance, and was just kind of standing
there with his
had finished eating my breakfast, I opened my front door and slowly
walked up to him. I didn't want to go too fast, in case it turned out
he was a creeper in disguise or something. When I was right next to
him, I tapped him on the shoulder. “Hello?”
suddenly shook, as if waking up from a deep sleep, and said:
am Abraham, Great Wizard of the Forest, Elder of the Magic Council,
Savior of the Diamond Realm….”
yeah,” I said, waving a hand at him. “I know, we met
leaned forward and narrowed his eyes, inspecting me like I was a
he said. “You
look a bit familiar. I definitely recall a boy with a big nose.”
I snapped at him, resisting the urge to kick him in the shins for the
big nose remark. My nose is beautiful,
thank you very
much. “Have you found Scotty yet?”
His eyes widened. “Yes!
Scotty! The chosen one! Destined to save the world! Bringer of the
blinked. This old guy sure liked to go a bit overboard with his
him.” I said with a sigh. “You found him?”
old guy frowned and scratched his chin. “No,
not yet. I am looking for him, though.”
this guy's brain was past its best. “Right. You want to come
into my house for some food, and then we can find him together?”
wizard smiled. “That
I'm sitting in my kitchen with 'Abraham, weird of weirdos,' who is
eating some bread. He even started writing something down in a kind
of journal. I glanced over his shoulder and read this:
nose, haire of orange, mayebee a girle? Gudde Bred.
really needs to work on his spelling. I guess he likes the bread.
When he finishes, we'll head down to town.
to think of it, where is
Scotty? He should be back by now, being as annoying as ever and
trying to break my house. He went down to town yesterday. What is he
doing? Maybe he got lost and fell into a lake.
I guess the old man and me both have a quest to find Scotty.
Although, mine is more along the lines of 'drag him back here by the
ear' and less 'saving the world'. Still, we can cross that bridge
when we come to it.
man wants more bread. He must really like bread!
Afternoon – Going to town – Mood: Frustrated
never met someone who gets lost
when walking in a straight line before. It's a good thing I am
guiding this old man to town, because otherwise he would definitely
get lost. I even found him talking to a flower
at one point. He stopped in the middle of the road, looked at the
flower and said: “Mighty
Flower! I am Abraham, Great Wizard of the...oh, what are you doing?”
grabbed him by the arm and started dragging him along.
on,” I said. “No time to be talking to flowers if you
want to find Scotty.”
stood back up. “You're
right! We need to go! Farewell, sweet flower!”
and then he started walking down the path... in the wrong
I shouted after him. “This way!”
spun on his toes and turned back, walking towards me.
“Right, right, yes, of course.”
only just made it to town. I guess we need to ask around for Scotty.
We'll go to the Jake's first and then....
He's wandered off again.
Afternoon – The Soggy Spoon Night Club – Mood: On the
hunt for Scotty!
are two things about 'The Soggy Spoon Night Club' that have always
bothered me. First, it closes at 6pm, so it is never open at night.
Second, it has a jukebox in the corner but my friend Jake, who owns
the place, says that music gives him a headache and so he never has
it on (except for absolutely special occasions).
the Soggy Spoon is actually more of a cafe, but Jake doesn't think
owning a cafe is manly enough.
the good thing about Jake is that he has his ear to the ground. Not
literally, but he knows all the gossip and stuff that is going on in
all the villages around. If I was going to find Scotty, this would be
the best place to start. I sauntered up to the bar and flashed him my
my buddy, my pal, my best friend,” I said. He isn't actually
my best friend, but he doesn't need to know that.
frowned at me from behind the counter, which he was cleaning with his
sleeve. “What?” he grumbled. I could tell straight away
that he still hadn't forgiven me for beating him at the fishing
contest a few weeks ago. It's not my
fault his fishing rod broke. He shouldn't have left it on my chair.
“Who's the old timer?”
seemed to be having a very intense conversation with a nearby wall,
asking for it to 'divulge
its secrets'. I
dismissed him with a wave of the hand.
him,” I said. “You seen Scotty?”
wasn't going to be easy, I could tell. I needed to bribe him somehow.
“If I promise to give you back the bow that I won off you last
week, will you tell me?”
got his attention. He loved that bow (unsurprisingly, it was a very
good bow) and he would be willing to do anything to get it back.
“Aye,” he said. “That might work.” He wiped a
particularly mucky spot on the wood in front of him. “I saw
him yesterday. Came in here talking about how bored he was and stuff,
so I sent him off to the docks. I heard there was a ship down there
about to set off on a big quest or something.”
docks. Had Scotty gone off on an adventure without telling me? If so,
there will be hell to pay.
now that I think about it, was the bow hanging on that wall that got
won't mention that to Jake. Maybe he'll forget.
Afternoon – Down at the Docks – Mood: Everything here
stinks of fish!
pretty good at fishing. There is something very peaceful about
sitting in a rowing boat that I have built with a fishing rod
dangling in the blue water, and just doing nothing. I don't even have
to catch fish. It's very relaxing.
Scotty is with me.
fidgets and grumbles and wobbles the boat and moans about how it is
and how the water doesn't do
anything and how it is too
comes with me when I go to the docks. It is a bustling market of
people all working hard on building ships, loading ships with goods,
selling their goods, and generally being loud. In fact, being quiet
at the docks is almost against the law. You have to push your way
through crowds of people just to take a few steps in one direction.
come here very often.
would make sense that he would come here. I've asked around at all
his usual haunts: the old pier, the new pier, the middle pier (which
is neither new nor old), the cake shop (that's my favorite), the
bakery, the weapons shop. No one had seen him.
Afternoon – The Docks – Mood: ANGRY!
is stupid and dumb and reckless and foolish and...ugh, lots of other,
much ruder words! I found some fishermen who had just come back from
a day's fishing, sorting out their catch by one of the smaller docks.
I recognized the main fisherman as Hank, a huge guy who was mostly
beard, carrying a large collection of fish from the boat. I
Have you seen Scotty?”
didn't take long to think about it.
have? Brilliant! Where?”
gone,” he replied.
do you mean, 'gone'?” I asked.
IS LOST TO US? OH MERCY, THIS IS TRULY A DEVASTATING BLOW FOR THE
FORCES OF GOOD! HOW WE SHALL SUFFER IN THE ONCOMING WAVE OF
Abraham cried and stroked on his beard.
I said to the old man and turned back to Hank. “Where is he?”
on a ship,” Hank said, loading his fish into a nearby chest. He
looked out towards the horizon. “That one. Called the Angry
Mermaid, I think. The Captain was raving on about an adventure to a
mysterious island on a distant coast.”
Yes, that sounded right up Scotty's street. He would have definitely
jumped on that chance. I looked to where Hank was pointing. In the
distance, beyond the outer wall of the dock, was a small ship sailing
towards the setting sun. It was definitely too far away to stop it
now. I sighed. I had failed in my quest to get Scotty back.
they're probably going to do something very exciting,” Hank
continued in a voice that suggested he would find drying paint
exciting adventure?” I said. “But I have an exciting
adventure waiting for him right here!” I pointed at Abraham who
was inspecting something on his finger which he had just pulled out
his hair. He popped it into his mouth and looked up at me.
he said. “What?”
yeah,” said the fisherman, sarcastically. “Looks
that's it. Adventure over. Scotty has gone and left without even
saying goodbye (rude!) and the world is going to end, apparently.
It's a shame. I shouldn't have bothered fixing my house again. It
will probably be destroyed by tomorrow.
Evening – The Docks – Mood: Determined
know what? No.
am NOT going to be left behind while Scotty does something exciting
and I have to babysit Abraham, Great Wizard of weird. He smells like
am going to find my own
ship with my own
crew, and we are going to get Scotty back.
Then Abraham can take him and save the day and I can go back to
looking after my cows and sheep and chickens. I don't care what
happens after that.
can do this! Now all I need to do is find a ship. There are plenty to
choose from on this dock. One of them has got to want to go on an
adventure, right? Yeah. This won't take long, I am sure.
Evening – The Docks – Mood: WHY DO I BOTHER?
IT SO HARD TO GET A SHIP ?
CAPTAIN JUST LAUGHED IN MY FACE!
stay calm. Let's try the next one.
Evening – Down at the docks – Mood: Not giving up!
so these are the ships and the captains I have talked to so far and
their reactions. I am mainly writing it down so I can get revenge
The Floaty Boat
The Fisher King
Ew. You're a girl? Get
off my ship.
The Plucky Penguin
What do you mean my ship's name is silly?
The Creeper's Menace
Sure, I'll take you, for 5 diamonds. (Where am I supposed to get 5
???? It was too rotted to tell.
Some man wearing underpants on his head.
mumbles and grumbles and drools (I
didn't want to get too close.)
that's that. I'm down to two ships left and one of them...oh yep. It
just left, I am watching it sail out of the harbour right
now. I guess I should get a move on and try and persuade the captain
of the remaining ship that they absolutely
want to go on an adventure with me.
Evening – Down at the docks – Mood: Happy! (I'm eating
so the final ship I approached was interesting. I wasn't sure at
first if it was even sailable.
I mean, sure, it had everything a ship needs, a sail, a big wooden
hull, and it just about floated, but apart from that it looked like a
wreck! There was a big hole in one side and the whole thing
every time it rocked with the waves. On the side was a wooden sign
that looked like it had been stuck on in a hurry
and was beginning to fall off. It read:
flimsy rope that held it to the dock looked like it might once have
been a lead to tie a horse, but at this point, I wasn't complaining.
I mean, I would try anything
just to get a ship to sail me in the direction of Scotty. This was my
went to the wooden ramp that led up to the boat and said, “Hello?
I'd like to speak to the Captain?”
was no response from anyone on the ship. Creeeeak.
think it's a ghost ship,” Abraham
commented. “Ghosts can be very unhelpful.”
rolled my eyes and advanced toward the ship.
I said again. “Is anyone-”
almost fell off the ramp leading up to the ship as someone leapt in
front of me, sword drawn and pointing at my neck!
back, ye scurvy pirate!” I looked up at the person who was
holding the sword. The first thing I noticed was the long plait of
golden hair that wrapped around her body and across her waist as a
belt. Atop her head was a big, triangular black hat with a picture of
an orange cat sewn neatly onto the front. The rest of her clothes
seemed to be colorful patches of cloth all stitched together. She
looked at me with wild green eyes and wiggled the sword a bit more.
pirate!” she said. “Back, I say!”
frowned. I wasn't about to be bullied by this strangely dressed
person. “I'm not a pirate, and neither is he.” I pointed
at Abraham who was picking something out of his beard. I'm sure
whatever it was wiggled tiny legs in the air.
he said cheerfully. “I like your sword.
It's very sharp.” He leaned over to me and
whispered: “She's not a ghost. Ghosts don't
like sharp swords.”
woman narrowed her eyes at me and then, after a second, lowered her
sword. “Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”
rolled my eyes. “Who did you think I was?”
woman shrugged. “My mother.”
frowned. “And who are you?” I asked.
am CAT DANGER!” she said, standing tall and proud. “For I
have a fierce love of cats and I sometimes can cope with a bit of
danger...” her voice trailed off. “Not too much, though.”
She thought about it. “Actually the less danger, the better.
Heard of me?” She glanced down at me.
shook my head. “Nope.”
sighed. “Most people haven't. Except for my mother, sadly. How
can I help you?”
grinned. It was time to put on the charm. “I need to hire your
SAVE THE WORLD!” Abraham chimed in.
I said. “I need to....”
VERY IMPORTANT!” Abraham waved his staff to
I agreed. “What I'm trying to say is....”
YOU HAVE ANY BREAD?” Abraham asked, just as
dramatically. I turned and gave him an angry stare. “What?”
he looked at me. “I'm hungry.”
I said. I turned back to Cat. “I need, we
need to hire your ship for a very important quest to....”
Cat Danger said.
I replied. “But you haven't even heard what I am offering yet!”
nope.” Cat shrugged. “As you can see, my ship is a
bit...how to put it?”
an awful state of repair? Un-sailable? A complete wreck?”
wrinkled her nose. “One of them would probably have been
thought popped into my head. “So what you're saying is, if it
were fixed, you'd be glad
to help me.”
thought about it. “Yes, I suppose so, but-”
I said, grabbing her hand and shaking it before she realized what was
going on. “I will fix your ship and then you can help me save
looked down at our hands shaking and then back up at me. Her eyes
narrowed. “I don't like it when people play me, girl.”
name's Alex,” I grinned. “Or as you'll later know me,
rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” She turned and walked back
onto her ship. “You've got until tomorrow. If it isn't fixed by
then, the Happy-Go-Lucky
isn't going anywhere.”
frowned again. “Only one night? That's impossible!”
Cat rolled her eyes. “You sound just like my mother.”
you know what? I think I can
fix it in one night! If I can, then we can all sail off to Scotty
tomorrow morning! What Cat doesn't
know is that she has just asked the best
builder around to fix her ship. I mean, I've had to rebuild my house
so many times, I could probably fix things in my sleep! I'm going to
leave Abraham at the docks (he is apparently talking to some fish
now) and I am going to run back up to my house and get some supplies.
This ship is going to be fixed before you know it!
am so excited!
Morning (reeeally early) – Aboard the Happy-Go-Lucky
– Mood: So...tired...
sun is rising and.... Yawwwwwn...
I've been up all night fixing the Happy-Go-Lucky.
Abraham helped a bit too, but I soon found him lying on the deck,
curled around the central mast and fast asleep. He gets points for
trying. It took quite a few wooden planks to fix the hole in the hull
of the ship, some iron bars to help strengthen the what? And I've
just spent a long time patching up the sail with other blocks of wool
from my sheep. It might be a bit more colorful now, but that doesn't
matter too much, right? I think it looks better.
taking a break now. I've just got to finish the ship's wheel with a
few wooden sticks, and then I should be done. Cat hasn't left her
Captain's Quarters all night to check on me, so I assume she is
asleep too. When she wakes up, she is definitely going to say 'yes
Alex, you are so great and smart and amazing and pretty, I will
help you on your quest just like we agreed because you are so smart
and - did I say pretty? Well, I shall say it again because it is so
true. I have never met anyone else who is as perfect as you.'
something like that.
would agree with me if he was awake. Probably.
you know he sleeps with his eyes open?
It's weird. He is snoring though, and no matter how much I wave a
hand in front of his face, he doesn't react. Weird.
Morning – Aboard the Happy-Go-Lucky
– Mood: Angry!
matter how much I knock on her door, Cat isn't answering. To make
things worse, when I went off the ship to get breakfast and came
back, the rest of her crew must have returned from whatever they were
up to last night. There are three of them, all men. The biggest of
the three seems to be the size of a mountain, his head shaven and his
face in a severe frown. The other two are twins, although one is
dressed in black and the other is dressed in white. Apart from that,
they are identical right down to the small wispy red beard that
sticks out of their chins.
three of them have gathered on the deck of the ship and have fallen
asleep as well! I have tried nudging them, yelling at them and
kicking them, but none of them seem to react to anything I do.
Probably due to years of having to sleep on rainy and rough seas,
they have gained the ability to sleep through anything.
are all worse than Abraham! At least he
woke up when I waved some freshly baked bread in front of his nose
(he really likes
bread, like, to an insane amount).
nope, Cat and the rest of her crew are all fast asleep, ignoring the
hard work I have done and delaying the quest! I need to get going as
soon as possible! With every minute I am standing here, Scotty gets
further and further away and I am closer and closer to being forever
stuck with Abraham and his constant spraying of crumbs everywhere
when he talks. I keep telling him to speak after
he has swallowed his bread, but then he gets all grumpy and refuses
to talk until he has picked every single crumb out of his beard.
do sound like a mom, don't I?
am I going to do?
Morning – Aboard the Happy-Go-Lucky – Mood: Sad :(
almost afternoon now, and it doesn't look like Cat and her crew are
ever going to wake up.
I've tried yelling at them, I've tried poking them with sticks, I've
tried everything. They
only grumbled a bit in their sleep, and now one of them has taken my
stick and is hugging it like a teddy bear.
decided to give up. Quest over. I'll just wait here until Scotty gets
guess now I know why I
wasn't chosen to save the world.
Morning – Still on the ship – Mood: Plotting
know I just said that I was giving up, but something happened. I was
staring out into the sea, sure that there was nothing left to do but
wait for Scotty to come back from his adventure, when Abraham sat
down next to me, his old bones cracking and clicking. He took in a
that fresh ocean air,” he said. “Good
for the lungs. For the hair too.” He nodded
both sat and stared for a while. Then, after a pause, Abraham said,
“So are we going after Scotty?”
sighed. It was like he didn't pay attention to anything around him.
can't go anywhere,” I said. “The crew is still asleep.”
looked at the sleeping crew. “So?”
I frowned at him. “What do you mean by so?”
Abraham raised a hairy eyebrow thoughtfully. “We
have a ship, fully repaired and ready to go, why don't we just get
the crew is asleep,” I said again.
Abraham said. “Let them sleep. We can do
the first bit.”
eyes widened as I suddenly realised what he was suggesting. He wanted
us to steal the ship
while the crew were still asleep. I thought about it. I don't really
know how to pilot a ship, but surely the idea was just to point it in
the right direction and let the ship do the rest? I mean, it'll be
just like riding a horse, right? A big, wooden, floaty horse that
doesn't need feeding. It might even be easier
than riding a horse.
I've decided that Abraham's idea is the best. We just need to get the
ship out into the open sea and then we can wake the crew up (somehow)
and be like, 'Hey, you promised to help us if we fixed your ship,
well here it is, let's go!'
won't be too angry, right?
Afternoon – Locked up in the Happy-Go-Lucky
Brig – Mood: Embarrassed
a ship is a little
harder than I thought. Also, turns out the ship's crew were angry. Oh
boy were they angry. They do not
like it when you sail their ship without them knowing.
think they were over-reacting a bit.
maybe I didn't think this plan through completely.
yeah, and I'm now locked up in the 'brig' under the deck of the ship
with Abraham. It's basically a cell. It has thick iron bars that
extend from the ceiling to the floor, so we aren't going anywhere any
time soon. I should know, I tested the door to see if it would open.
a bit annoying.
was all going so well at first. I managed to sneak past the sleeping
crew, get off the ship and untie it from the dock. It took a few
tries to figure out the complex knot they had used, but I got there
eventually. Next, I just had to get the sails were unfurled and make
sure everything about our plan was going smoothly. It was simple
stuff, and the crew didn’t even twitch. The only problem was,
once we were ready to go, the ship just kind of... sat there in the
water. I turned the ship's wheel, I tried saying 'go, ship, go!', I
even tried getting off the ship and pushing
it, but no matter what, it wouldn't move. It
was like the ship was being stubborn, refusing to go anywhere without
its Captain's permission.
just kind of stared at me as I tried everything. He's always so
the matter?” he asked as I tried running
from one side of the ship to the other to make it move.
I said, giving up on running. “I don't know how we are going to
find Scotty at this rate.”
said Abraham. “Running from side to side of
the ship isn't helpful.”
if you know how to move a ship, be my guest!” I said. Little
did I know these were the words that would kick Abraham into action.
I can move a ship. Easy,” he nodded. “I
am a wizard after all.”
blinked. “You can?”
yes.” He escorted me over to the wheel of
the ship and said: “Hold onto that please.”
took up a position in the centre of the deck and raised his arms
above his head. Abraham then lowered his arms, to scratch his chin
and cleared his throat. “Hang on, let me
just remember the magic words,” he frowned.
was sure that he was just going to yell nonsense, leaving us stuck in
the same situation, but then he smiled.
yes, a standard weather spell.” He raised
his arms again and said, in a booming voice that seemed to shake the
very air around me:
think that is how it's spelled anyway. It might have had a few more
¥'s in it.
was when I realized that Abraham was a real
wizard! He wasn't just some crazy old man who
had turned up at my door and made a bunch of impossible claims. He
was a real, actual magical person (who just happened to be a crazy
old man as well)!
soon as he had finished yelling his magical word, the wind suddenly
picked up and started blowing furiously from behind us. My hair was
whipped forward in front of me and for a while, I wasn't sure what
was going on. Then I noticed that the ship was
wind was catching in the sail above us and blowing the ship out
of the dock, towards the big, blue sea! I had to try and guide the
ship as best I could, navigating around other ships and fishermen,
but I was too busy laughing to hear the sounds of their screams and
insulting words because we were on our way! We were going an on
adventure to find Scotty!
the time we reached the open ocean, I was really happy. I mean, it
had worked. I never
thought in a thousand years that it would actually work, and yet here
we were on a ship, sailing in the sea.
you have probably guessed already, that was where it all kind of fell
apart. I shouted down at Abraham: “It worked! You're
fantastic!” only to find that he had passed out on the ship
deck and was now curled up like a little mouse, sucking his thumb and
sleeping. I guess doing magic took a lot out of the guy.
make things even worse
(because it couldn't all go to plan, could it?) Nooooo. I felt the
tip of a metallic blade touch lightly against my neck. I didn't turn
to see who it was, because I could hear Cat Danger breathing angrily
stole my ship? MY
SHIP?” she snapped.
I said, flinching away from the sword. “I didn't steal
your ship, I just got us started on our quest. You were busy sleeping
took my ship without permission!” she interrupted me. I'll
admit, when she said it like that,
it did sound a little like stealing. “There wasn't meant to be
a journey! My ship isn't sea worthy!”
turned to her, avoiding the tip of her sword. “It is
sea worthy! Look around you!”
looked around with narrowed eyes. The ship was floating quite happily
on the sea. She frowned and then shook her head.
had an agreement,” I said, trying to convince her.
had nothing! You just shook my hand!” she waved her sword in
front of my face, in a limp, less convincing manner. I was getting to
how you make an agreement,” I said. “And now we are going
to find Scotty.”
is Scotty?” she
sneered. “Where are we even going? Do we have supplies? Food?
left on the Angry Mermaid
threw back her head and laughed. “The Angry
Mermaid? That ship that was going to explore
the mysterious island on the far coast? That crew couldn't sail a
rowboat. They are probably already lost.”
opened my mouth to reply, but Cat continued.
we are at sea for weeks without food, we'll all die. Did you think of
groaned. “You know what? No. I can tell you didn't. Sally,
could you put her in the brig please? We have to turn this ship
around and go back.”
you can't,” I began, but then I felt Sally's huge arms wrap
around me and lift me off my feet. This must have been the mountain
of a crew member I saw earlier, sleeping on the deck.
about this,” he said in a surprisingly soft voice.
wriggled and struggled, but Sally had a grip like iron. He also
smelled like lavender, a surprising combination. He carried me and
Abraham below deck and threw us in here, the ship's brig. He then
apologized for being so rough and patted Abraham on the head with a
big, meaty hand.
he closed the metallic door to the cell, I looked him in the eye. “So
you're the ship's muscle? The big, strong and scary guy?”
shrugged. “I'm actually the cook. If you're ever out of here,
I'll make you a mushroom stew that will fill your belly for hours!”
He smiled widely and gave us both a thumbs-up.
thanks?” I said, as he clambered back up onto the deck. That
I know is that it smells really bad down here. It's dark too! I can
barely see anything. There are a few streams of light coming in from
the trapdoor in the deck and I am using that to write this. But I can
tell you one thing, the ship hasn't turned around yet. I don't know
why, but we are still on the same course we set off on this morning.
is fast asleep. He is currently hugging a bucket and mumbling
something about cheese. Come to think of it, I am a little bit
hungry. I wonder if Cat does have any food on her ship? Surely she
does. Who doesn't keep food on their ship?
wonder if I can persuade her to bring me some.
if I ask really, really nicely?
Bored – Mood: Bored
Afternoon – Still locked up – Mood: Rhymes with 'floored'
has woken up. He decided the best way to pass the time would be to
tell a story called ‘The Man Who Dug Too Deep’.
went a bit like this:
once was a man who had a pickaxe and he thought it would be really
smart to dig directly downwards to see how far he could go. He dug
deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper and-
decided to interrupt at this point. “Deeper?”
interrupt!” Abraham snapped, then he lulled
back into his 'storytelling mode'. “And
deeper and deeper and...” he frowned.
“I forgot where I was.”
sighed. Being in the brig was super boring,
but listening to his stories was somehow making it even worse. “He
was digging deeper?” I said.
Abraham's eyes widened. He looked at me suspiciously.
“Have you heard this story before?”
I just guessed.”
dug deeper and deeper and it got darker and darker and darker until
it was pitch black. Blacker than coal and even the darkest of nights.
Then he realized....”
Abraham paused for effect (or maybe he just forgot for a
second what he was talking about again, it could be either).
he couldn't dig any deeper.”
blinked. “What, he dug through to the other side of the world?”
Abraham frowned. “He reached bed
rock. You can't dig through that without some
very powerful magic,
and even then it is not advisable.”
rolled my eyes. “He couldn't dig any further, so what? What
shrugged. “Oh, he died horribly. The End.”
can't just end a story like that!” I said. “That's
shrugged. “And yet I did. And the morale of the story is: Never
dig directly down or you will die horribly.”
could have just told
me that,” I sighed, leaning against the wall.
self: Don't let Abraham tell stories anymore.
Afternoon – Battering down the hatches – Mood: Scared
I'm beginning to think that perhaps
stealing a ship I
didn't know how to control, then powering it by magic and hoping
everything would work out, wasn’t the best idea. A little while
ago, the ship started swaying and rocking a lot more than your
standard 'floating on water' sway. I closed my eyes and tried not to
think about the fact that my stomach was swaying and rocking too.
I started turning a little green.
Cat threw open the hatch from above deck and stumbled down the
stairs, pointing at me accusingly. “What have you done?”
I burped. I swallowed and tried to speak again. “I haven't done
can't we turn this ship around?” she pressed her face against
the bars of our cell.
blinked at her. “Urk,” I
replied. “I mean...what?”
I turned towards Abraham. “Did your magic have any urk
to do with this?” I closed my eyes again. Why wouldn't the ship
looked at me suspiciously. “What do you mean' magic?'”
pointed at Abraham. “He used magic to get the ship moving. He's
thick, hairy eyebrows lowered. “I am not
an 'Urk' Wizard! They are no more powerful than a party magician! I
am a full Wizard! I command the power of the elements in my pinky
looked down at the old man sitting on the floor. “Really? You
don't look like a Wizard.”
looked very offended. “How dare
you!” he said, standing up with the help of
his staff. “I am the most wizardly wizard
you'll ever know! You don't look like a Captain to me!”
drew her sword. “You want to say that to my face, old man?”
laughed. “You wouldn't last a second in a
fight against me! My magic is all-powerful! It will turn you into a-”
I shouted, then took a deep breath as my stomach growled unhappily.
“This isn't the time to argue.” I turned to Abraham. “Why
can't she turn the ship around?”
spluttered and mumbled and said: “I don't
know, I mean, it could be...perhaps...I'm not sure...I may have used
a slightly too strong
incantation and the wind might still be guiding us a little. It
should die down soon and you will regain full control, I am sure. I
think I said too many '¥'s.”
it had better stop very
soon!” Cat snapped. “Because we are heading right into
the worst storm I have ever seen!”
I said, shocked.
wasn't joking. Cat finally let us out so we could come back up onto
the deck and see the damage we had done.
the distance ahead of us was a large, black cloud, sparks of
lightning reaching down to the water, and the rumble of distant
thunder. I instantly wanted to be back below deck.
doesn't look good,” I said.
I knew it was there,”
said Cat. “If we had waited just a few more hours, we could
have avoided it completely, but here we are floating straight towards
it because someone was
knew that there was a
storm heading towards Heredock and had decided to stay inside a bit
longer. It was my
fault that we were heading towards it now and I had no idea what to
do, so I did the only thing I could think of, I got angry.
maybe if someone
wasn't so lazy, and busy trying to trick
me into fixing her ship, we would have known! You know how many times
I tried to wake you up?”
leaned over. “Probably not, she was fast
helping, Abraham!” I shouted at him.
leaned in close, her teeth bared in anger. She looked like she was
about to explode, but then she took a breath and stepped back. “Well,
we haven't got a choice now. We've got to prepare.”
turned towards the man dressed in white who stood at the wheel of the
ship. “Bob!” she shouted. “I need you on full
alert. Be ready for when those waves get too big. Try to slow us down
as much as you can.” Bob nodded. “Other Bob!” Cat
turned to a man in black who was standing on the other side of the
ship. “I need you to put the sails away. Start tying everything
you can down to the deck. We don't want anything flying around when
the wind starts blowing. You got that?”
man dressed in black, also called Bob, apparently, nodded in almost
the exact same way and then began to climb up the mast in the center
of the ship. “Wizard,” she said. “If your magic is
so great, surely you can just blow this storm away?”
blushed. “Well, usually,
yes, but after the spell I just cast, I still need to recharge
waved a hand at him. “Never mind. I'm going to need you to help
out during the storm. Both of you.” She looked at me now. “I
don't know how much the Happy-Go-Lucky can take. If I give you an
order, you will follow it immediately, without question, understood?”
and I looked at each other and gulped. We nodded silently and Cat
went back to barking orders at her crew. Her face was set into a
hard, determined line and it began to hit me how much danger we were
think I would have preferred for her to shout at me.
have we got ourselves into?
starting to rain now. The storm is beginning.
Morning? Afternoon?– Drying out... somewhere – Mood:
storm wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. Oh no.
was much, much worse!
much worse? Well, imagine the worst storm you can think of. Got it in
your mind? Great, now multiply it by a GAZILLION and add one.
wasn't so bad to begin with. Sure, it was wet, each raindrop feeling
like a little icy dagger against my face, and my hair got stuck to my
face and kept going in my eyes, but it wasn't bad.
shouted things like 'Batten down the hatches' and 'secure that
rigging' and tons of other sea captain stuff that I didn't
understand. Luckily though, her crew knew exactly what she meant, and
if they needed help pulling on a rope, or tying a knot or fixing some
wood, I was there to help out as best as I could. In fact, for a
while, I even thought we had made it through the storm and it was
clearing up. I was wrong. So, so wrong.
ship started to wobble around in the water like an unsupervised
waves started getting bigger.
wind became so strong that even Cat's shouts were blown away into the
ship was soon a tiny blip surrounded by white, churning water that
bombarded us from every side. I could taste the salt inside my mouth
and it washed up my nose every time I tried to breathe in. Soon, I
found myself just holding onto the side, sprayed with water from
every angle and just screaming, hoping that the storm would end soon.
it didn't. In fact, it got worse!
wind was whipping at my hair and soon all everyone could do was just
hold on. Cat grabbed onto my waist and shouted: “SECURE
YOURSELF TO THE DECK!” and handed me a rope. She then slid
across the deck and out of sight.
I screamed after her, but it was fine. She managed to hold on to the
mast with her hands and I saw her giving me a thumbs-up just as the
next wave crashed down onto our heads.
I needed to do now was hold on. Hold on and pray that this wasn't the
end of our journey. I don't think I was praying hard enough. I used a
gap between the waves to attach the lead to a nearby wooden post, but
I couldn't finish in time. I looped the rope and was about to tie
myself down when water crashed down on my head and the rope slipped
from my hands!
when I realized the deck was rushing away beneath me, faster than
anything I could possibly hope to hold on to. I saw Abraham holding
onto the side, his old hand extended out for mine as I zoomed past
like a bullet. He shouted something that was lost in the wind and
chaos, and that's when I realized that I was overboard.
a second, the world was dark and cold and deadly quiet. There was a
strange peace under the water.
saw a black squid swim harmlessly by, as if there wasn't the storm to
end all storms battling over its head. I gave him an angry glare, but
I don't think he noticed. He carried on his journey, ignoring me
began kicking and fighting against the water, trying to mimic the
squid, but there was no way I was going to get to the surface. In
fact, the more I fought, the deeper the water seemed to pull me. Soon
the Happy-go-Lucky was nothing more than a speck against flashes of
lightning in the distance. My lungs were burning and I knew if I
didn't do something drastic soon, I would be in big trouble.
kicked and I fought some more until finally, it took all my strength,
but I burst out of the water. I took in a deep, deeeeep lungful of
breath and let out a cheer, until I looked up.
biggest, wildest-looking wave towered above me, and I knew that I was
in trouble. I needed to figure out something to do.
my mind could only think of one thing: “I hope Scotty is OK.”
the water crashed down on my head and everything went black.
course, that isn't the end of the story. I'm not writing this journal
as a ghost (although that would be awesome. I would definitely
I hope Scotty never reads this and finds out that my possible last
thought was about him. He would get a really big head and start
pretending like he is 'really important to me' or something.
isn't, if you were wondering.
thought just appeared in my head. A random thought. It could have
just as easily been something like 'the cake is a lie' or 'I like
cheese'. So Scotty, if you are
reading this (but you shouldn't
be, so put my journal down right now!) the thought was nothing.
where was I?
everything went black.
happened next? I haven't got any idea, but it must have involved me
floating a lot.
woke up here.
opened my eyes, coughed up a lungful of water, and looked around to
find that I was on a golden, sandy beach! It was so sunny and warm,
as if storms had never been invented. When my eyes adjusted to the
sunlight, I realized I was on some kind of tropical paradise! I found
myself laughing out loud. I had survived!
the top of the beach was a forest. It wasn't a normal forest like I
was used to, back at home. The trees here made the trees from home
look like babies in comparison. These trees rose high up into the
air, reaching into the sky at heights I never thought possible. Their
trunks were covered in thick, green vines, which, if the mood took
me, I could probably climb up (looking at the sky and how it is
turning orange, I may have to. Who knows what comes out here at
night.) This wasn't an ordinary forest, oh no. This was a jungle.
walked up to it and the air slowly grew heavy and thick around me. It
was like someone had wrapped me in a thick blanket on a hot day. A
layer of sweat began forming instantly, so I decided to stay on the