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<blockquote data-quote="barsoomcore" data-source="post: 3124767" data-attributes="member: 812"><p><em>We don't want to hear about the monkeys. Quinn hasn't given us a moment's rest on the subject since we left Cap-Haitien. I swear, if I hear one more word about those damned monkeys I'll throw the blighter overboard. He hasn't been sober a day since either.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>We have been making our cautious way through the Bahamas, seeking an island named by a madman. Manjack Cay, some arid little spit of rock and sand, where John Dann (the madman) swears the last crystal skull is hidden.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Along with a goodly portion of Henry Every's haul from the Moghul of India, if the madman is to be believed. Dann swore he and his partner hid the treasure there, and we are equipped with a cryptic map that shows its supposed location.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Now we see the strangely humped hill that Dann describes in his map, and are tacking clear of the marked shoals of what we presume is Manjack Cay.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The frigate continues to handle quite nicely. As I suspected, English-built.</em></p><p></p><p>*****</p><p></p><p>"But I need to explain. You still don't understand -- "</p><p></p><p>Ana cut Quinn off with an exasperated gesture.</p><p></p><p>"No, Quinn. Please. Nobody wants to hear about the monkeys. Just drop it, okay?"</p><p></p><p>"But they were large."</p><p></p><p>"Yes. And pink. And dancing, no doubt. Please. Enough."</p><p></p><p>Ana stomped away from Quinn's despairing face, further into the thin scrub that counted for forest on this island. The shore party, consisting of Ana, Quinn, Black and Dras, was following a sighting directed by the map, working their way towards the center of the island. They also had with them two stout topmen to help haul or dig or rig cables or whatever sorts of strange tasks would be required.</p><p></p><p>Like, for example, fishing Ana out of the hole that suddenly opened beneath her stomping feet.</p><p></p><p>With a single cry the island girl disappeared. Her body hit the bottom of the pit with a solid thud, but the sudden groan of pain sounded more serious than the fall warranted. The other members of the shore party rushed forward to find their friend impaled through the leg by a short wooden stake. She clutched at her bleeding thigh and looked up fearfully.</p><p></p><p>"It's poisoned. I can't move my leg."</p><p></p><p>Black hissed.</p><p></p><p>"We're not alone on this island, my friends. And the natives don't seem friendly."</p><p></p><p>*****</p><p></p><p>"What do you think, Quinn? Is that monkeys playing that drum?"</p><p></p><p>"Shut up."</p><p></p><p>Immediately after retrieving Ana from the pit, the group had heard a sudden rythmic drumming set up off to their left. Abandoning their path along the indicated sightline, they had determined to seek out the source of this noise, in the hopes of confronting the island's inhabitants.</p><p></p><p>The sailors had rigged a sort of travois for Ana, and dragged her along at the end of the group, so that she lay watching down the path they'd come along. She craned her neck around as she heard her companions exclaim in surprise.</p><p></p><p>"What is it? What is it?"</p><p></p><p>Dras answered.</p><p></p><p>"It's some kind of... mechanism. Couple of ropes and such."</p><p></p><p>"What does it do?"</p><p></p><p>"Uh, it makes noise. I guess. There's a beater that rocks back and forth, hitting a hollow log. That's the drumming sound."</p><p></p><p>"What's it for?"</p><p></p><p>Black spoke up.</p><p></p><p>"I believe it was meant to lure us here. Let's look around and see what we find."</p><p></p><p>Ana frowned as she caught sight of something moving, far off in the trees.</p><p></p><p>"Uh, guys?"</p><p></p><p>No one responded.</p><p></p><p>The something moving resolved itself into an upright, shambling form, rushing towards her. Ana drew back in her litter as the thing came racing forward through the trees, making not a sound as it leapt and scrambled nearer.</p><p></p><p>"Uh. Guys. We have company, I think."</p><p></p><p>She could hear its gasping, giggling breath now, the slap of twigs and branches brushed aside, and she fancied she could smell the deeply foul miasma of its presence. Ana shrieked, and braced herself as best as she could, closing her eyes and crying out to her ancestors to protect her from this thing.</p><p></p><p>She heard more yelling and opened her eyes. The thing, whatever it was, had rushed right past her and now, from the confused and frantic noises behind her, was engaged in some sort of life-and-death struggle with her friends.</p><p></p><p>"What's going on? Somebody? Anybody?"</p><p></p><p>More yelling and scuffling, and a sudden bloodcurdling shriek Ana couldn't identify followed by several heavy thumps, a series of grunts and some particularly virulent swearing that, startled, Ana recognized as Black's.</p><p></p><p>"Is everyone okay? What happened?"</p><p></p><p>"The damned sod bit me. Damn him. Hurts like a bugger, too."</p><p></p><p>"Bring me over there, I can help."</p><p></p><p>Ana rummaged in the pack resting beside her.</p><p></p><p>"I can help."</p><p></p><p>*****</p><p></p><p>"So who is he? And what's up with his teeth?"</p><p></p><p>"Carisona."</p><p></p><p>Dras' friends looked over at her.</p><p></p><p>"The Hunter. Baron Samedi told me we'd find the skull of Carisona The Hunter here. I think this fellow here is somehow embodying the Hunter."</p><p></p><p>"But these aren't false teeth. He's really got enormous choppers, here."</p><p></p><p>"The Hunter has consumed him and made him a puppet."</p><p></p><p>Their enemy had turned out to be an extremely skinny white man with wild hair and disturbing large, sharp teeth. Now unconscious, he had succeeded in tearing a great strip of flesh out of Black's arm with those disturbing teeth. The wound looked foul. Already the torn skin had begun to turn dark, and only the quick application of Ana's herbs had stopped the apparent infection.</p><p></p><p>"Well, it's a cinch <em>his</em> skull isn't crystal, so we ought to keep looking for this treasure Mister Dann assured us would be here."</p><p></p><p>Black's comments triggered a memory in Quinn, and he studied the unconscious man more carefully.</p><p></p><p>"Didn't you say Dann had mentioned a guy left behind on the island? Ben something? Couldn't this be him?"</p><p></p><p>They all considered. Quinn scratched his head.</p><p></p><p>"You'd think this Mister Dann would have mentioned that his friend had teeth like a wolf's."</p><p></p><p>"Maybe you were listening to the monkeys."</p><p></p><p>"Don't start with me, Dras."</p><p></p><p>*****</p><p></p><p>"The Spanish navy's just not all they say it is, is it?"</p><p></p><p>Black smirked, surveying the smoking ruins of the two sloops that had tried to waylay them south of Manjack Cay. His smirk vanished as he caught sight of Dras at the stern, dumping a tray full of fruit and flowers and meat off the side.</p><p></p><p>"Here now! What's this about, lad?"</p><p></p><p>"I'm asking Papa Agwe to help us. We need to get to Cozumel before Zipakna. We've got the one skull, but we need to get to the temple of the sun before she does."</p><p></p><p>"What is this temple?"</p><p></p><p>"I have no idea."</p><p></p><p>Quinn joined them.</p><p></p><p>"NOW can I tell you about the monkeys?"</p><p></p><p>"Quinn, how many times we have to tell you? Nobody wants to hear about the monkeys."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="barsoomcore, post: 3124767, member: 812"] [i]We don't want to hear about the monkeys. Quinn hasn't given us a moment's rest on the subject since we left Cap-Haitien. I swear, if I hear one more word about those damned monkeys I'll throw the blighter overboard. He hasn't been sober a day since either. We have been making our cautious way through the Bahamas, seeking an island named by a madman. Manjack Cay, some arid little spit of rock and sand, where John Dann (the madman) swears the last crystal skull is hidden. Along with a goodly portion of Henry Every's haul from the Moghul of India, if the madman is to be believed. Dann swore he and his partner hid the treasure there, and we are equipped with a cryptic map that shows its supposed location. Now we see the strangely humped hill that Dann describes in his map, and are tacking clear of the marked shoals of what we presume is Manjack Cay. The frigate continues to handle quite nicely. As I suspected, English-built.[/i] ***** "But I need to explain. You still don't understand -- " Ana cut Quinn off with an exasperated gesture. "No, Quinn. Please. Nobody wants to hear about the monkeys. Just drop it, okay?" "But they were large." "Yes. And pink. And dancing, no doubt. Please. Enough." Ana stomped away from Quinn's despairing face, further into the thin scrub that counted for forest on this island. The shore party, consisting of Ana, Quinn, Black and Dras, was following a sighting directed by the map, working their way towards the center of the island. They also had with them two stout topmen to help haul or dig or rig cables or whatever sorts of strange tasks would be required. Like, for example, fishing Ana out of the hole that suddenly opened beneath her stomping feet. With a single cry the island girl disappeared. Her body hit the bottom of the pit with a solid thud, but the sudden groan of pain sounded more serious than the fall warranted. The other members of the shore party rushed forward to find their friend impaled through the leg by a short wooden stake. She clutched at her bleeding thigh and looked up fearfully. "It's poisoned. I can't move my leg." Black hissed. "We're not alone on this island, my friends. And the natives don't seem friendly." ***** "What do you think, Quinn? Is that monkeys playing that drum?" "Shut up." Immediately after retrieving Ana from the pit, the group had heard a sudden rythmic drumming set up off to their left. Abandoning their path along the indicated sightline, they had determined to seek out the source of this noise, in the hopes of confronting the island's inhabitants. The sailors had rigged a sort of travois for Ana, and dragged her along at the end of the group, so that she lay watching down the path they'd come along. She craned her neck around as she heard her companions exclaim in surprise. "What is it? What is it?" Dras answered. "It's some kind of... mechanism. Couple of ropes and such." "What does it do?" "Uh, it makes noise. I guess. There's a beater that rocks back and forth, hitting a hollow log. That's the drumming sound." "What's it for?" Black spoke up. "I believe it was meant to lure us here. Let's look around and see what we find." Ana frowned as she caught sight of something moving, far off in the trees. "Uh, guys?" No one responded. The something moving resolved itself into an upright, shambling form, rushing towards her. Ana drew back in her litter as the thing came racing forward through the trees, making not a sound as it leapt and scrambled nearer. "Uh. Guys. We have company, I think." She could hear its gasping, giggling breath now, the slap of twigs and branches brushed aside, and she fancied she could smell the deeply foul miasma of its presence. Ana shrieked, and braced herself as best as she could, closing her eyes and crying out to her ancestors to protect her from this thing. She heard more yelling and opened her eyes. The thing, whatever it was, had rushed right past her and now, from the confused and frantic noises behind her, was engaged in some sort of life-and-death struggle with her friends. "What's going on? Somebody? Anybody?" More yelling and scuffling, and a sudden bloodcurdling shriek Ana couldn't identify followed by several heavy thumps, a series of grunts and some particularly virulent swearing that, startled, Ana recognized as Black's. "Is everyone okay? What happened?" "The damned sod bit me. Damn him. Hurts like a bugger, too." "Bring me over there, I can help." Ana rummaged in the pack resting beside her. "I can help." ***** "So who is he? And what's up with his teeth?" "Carisona." Dras' friends looked over at her. "The Hunter. Baron Samedi told me we'd find the skull of Carisona The Hunter here. I think this fellow here is somehow embodying the Hunter." "But these aren't false teeth. He's really got enormous choppers, here." "The Hunter has consumed him and made him a puppet." Their enemy had turned out to be an extremely skinny white man with wild hair and disturbing large, sharp teeth. Now unconscious, he had succeeded in tearing a great strip of flesh out of Black's arm with those disturbing teeth. The wound looked foul. Already the torn skin had begun to turn dark, and only the quick application of Ana's herbs had stopped the apparent infection. "Well, it's a cinch [i]his[/i] skull isn't crystal, so we ought to keep looking for this treasure Mister Dann assured us would be here." Black's comments triggered a memory in Quinn, and he studied the unconscious man more carefully. "Didn't you say Dann had mentioned a guy left behind on the island? Ben something? Couldn't this be him?" They all considered. Quinn scratched his head. "You'd think this Mister Dann would have mentioned that his friend had teeth like a wolf's." "Maybe you were listening to the monkeys." "Don't start with me, Dras." ***** "The Spanish navy's just not all they say it is, is it?" Black smirked, surveying the smoking ruins of the two sloops that had tried to waylay them south of Manjack Cay. His smirk vanished as he caught sight of Dras at the stern, dumping a tray full of fruit and flowers and meat off the side. "Here now! What's this about, lad?" "I'm asking Papa Agwe to help us. We need to get to Cozumel before Zipakna. We've got the one skull, but we need to get to the temple of the sun before she does." "What is this temple?" "I have no idea." Quinn joined them. "NOW can I tell you about the monkeys?" "Quinn, how many times we have to tell you? Nobody wants to hear about the monkeys." [/QUOTE]
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