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“Death is not the end. It is just a landmark in our journey”
-Gandalf


Chapter 7: Death, Rebirth, and Escape

I knew that large and menacing shadow. It was Charles ‘LeChuck’ Threepwood. ‘Thinks, he can take our treasure. I’ll show him,’ I thought to myself. It’s not that I was still angry about his going after Elaine. It was that through that anger I had developed a great despise of his very person. I was watching his shadow move toward an object, when suddenly it stopped. Its head seemed to move. Then as I peered around the corner I noticed he was looking right at me.

“Ahar! I sees that I have some guests,” he said. He grabbed my collar and pulled me up close. I could count the craters in his face. His beard was wet and soppy like the hair of a wet dog. His breath smelt of curdled milk poured over moldy cheese.

“It’ll never be yours, Charles, never,” I said.

“Aye, perhaps it’s what you believe. And an honor it’d be to have the fabled treasure of ‘Big Whoop.’ But it’s not for my own treasure hungry needs. It’s to win the heart of a young and lovely Elaine Jacob Marley,” he retorted. I had managed to pry myself free. I drew my sword.

“I told you to stay away from her!”

“What a day! Crossin’ swords with the great H.T. Marley, Stealin’ the treasure of ‘Big Whoop’, and to top it all off I get the love of my life,” he laughed. I lunged he dodged. I was fighting pretty sloppy but I didn’t care after all these years after all the hardships and holding back everything. I just let it all out on him. My brother falling to his death, my mother and my father’s deaths, my own two kids wouldn’t speak to me. My wife was dead. I would not let him or anyone else take away another of my family members!

Now LeChuck if he is still of the living dead out there somewhere believes he crossed the thresholds of ‘Big Whoop’ of his own free will. But this isn’t true. In fact, funny as fate can be sometimes, he tripped. You see the portal of ‘Big Whoop’ was in this containment jar. Well during our fight the jar was hit and broke in the middle of the room. Now when this happened, we were pushing on each other and spinning in a circle. We both wanted the other to fall in ’cause we thought it lead to some sorta hell dimension. Heh heh. Ah, um, anyway... He was standing with his back to this portal thing and I was pushin’ when suddenly Young Lindey, most surprisingly, swung his sword low and LeChuck, the fool, jumped to evade it. I then pushed really hard and he fell through.

Now when I say through I mean right through to the other side. He seemed fine, until he started turning all-bluish and spectular. Young Lindey without thinking ran his sword through LeChuck. LeChuck looked down at it. He didn’t die and he didn’t fade away. He just looked down at it and then looked up at us. The shock on his face was mirrored across the room on every one of us. But unlike us his expression of shock turned to a smile. His smile turned in to an expression of joy and then he laughed the most evil and horrid laugh I have ever heard. Sometimes to this day I can still hear it echoing in my head. Well now, being the courageous man I was, I did what any courageous man would have done in that situation: I turned tail and ran like a bat outta hell. Only I was a pirate outta hell, heh heh.

Well, not much to say after that. We ran straight through to the door to the hallway then through the other door and right to the boat. We set sail the second we got to the ship.

“So, what now cap’m?” Rapp asked.

“I don’t know,” I said thoughtfully. I could see the fear in their eyes, as I knew they could see in me. “I suggest we go back and raise the alarm. But never speak of this again,” I said.

“We can’t let anyone find this place again,” announced Rumm

“Well, let’s burn the map!” Rapp exclaimed.

“Nay,” I said,” If we burn the map no one will believe us. I mean how many people do you know that went ta hell, saw a man become one of the living dead, and escaped with his life?”

“Not many, sir,” he murmured.

“Right, I suggest we rip it into four pieces. We each can keep a piece for ourselves. Then we’ll bury it away and never speak of it again. Understand?” I suggested. They all nodded with approval. I ripped it down the middle. It was the longest and loudest rip. It echoed hours in my head after we took our pieces and I still remember it to this day.






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