Teresa Grabs has kindly tagged me for the second installment of her latest Finish The Story prompt.
These are her guidelines for taking part:
- Copy and paste the story as you receive it.
- Add the next segment or choose to finish it.
- Tag someone for the next installment.
- Have fun and let your imagination roam free.
Note about time frame: There is a one week time frame per tag to write another installment or accept/reject invitation to contribute. If you accept but cannot contribute within a week, that is fine but please leave the tagging party a note. I check contributing posts for messages between tags to make sure I don’t miss an installment.
Here we go then with her introduction:
Image by enriquelopezgarre from Pixabay
The Forgotten Island
Night had fallen on the Atlantic, James and Patrick leaned back against the barrels and ropes, looking up at the night sky.
“Did you ever think we’d see this?”
James smiled. “Not in a million years. Always figured the brightest thing I’d ever see in the night sky was the search light.”
Patrick chuckled. “Remember when they were scanning the rooftops for us after we nicked the beer from that little bodega on the corner.”
“Yeah,” James laughed. “That old guy was really nice.”
Patrick watched a shooting star fight for it’s life in vain and took a long, deep breath of salty air. “Great-grandpa would be proud, don’t you think?”
“I guess. We’re a lot older than he was though.”
“Yeah, but you know what I mean.” Patrick squinted at his younger brother. “He signed on with the navy when he was twelve, but –“
“And we were robbing little old ladies at twelve. I don’t think that’s the same thing at all.” James kicked Patrick’s foot. “Stupid.”
“Who are you calling stupid?” Patrick stood and raised his fists as a loud siren blew from the crow’s nest.
“Something on the horizon, Captain,” the night watch shouted and pointed.
Captain Young stepped away from the wheel, lifted his spyglass, gasped, and shouted, “…
To be continued…………………………
Here’s my addition:
‘We’ve found it!’
James and Patrick, their banter forgotten, joined the others to stare at the sight materialising out of the grey mist in front of them.
‘What the hell is that?’ James cried.
‘If I didn’t know better, I’d say it was Moby bloody Dick and it’s coming right for us!’ Patrick replied.
‘No it’s not,’ the Captain said with a surprising amount of calm. ‘It’s an island and we’re going to head towards it and land. We can do with supplies anyway.’
The crew were both excited and cautious as there was nothing showing on their maps or charts, and no-one understood how Captain Young seemed to know exactly where they were.
They dropped anchor in the small inlet bay and decided to wait until morning before going ashore. The sky was clear so no bad weather was apparent and they all hoped to get a good night’s sleep.
Next morning, Captain Young was up and ready to leave with the first boat.
Leaving the First Mate on board, it was decided to take two boats ashore so that the second could be filled with supplies and return to the main vessel whilst the Captain and members of his senior crew stayed on the island. Jones was a bit miffed about that, but it went with the job so he kept quiet.
James and Patrick were in the second boat and having a laugh about supermarkets and trading with beads for beans. Neither had any idea where or how they were going to find supplies, but their Captain seemed to have all the answers and sent them off into the trees with a few of the others.
It was quite beautiful and eventually they came to a clearing. The water in the pool was crystal clear and as James cupped his hands to take a drink, he heard a scream behind him and turned to see……………………..
To be continued by Melanie of sparksfromacombustiblemind please.
Hope you can take it up Melanie and look forward to seeing where you take it next!