OT Vully's New Adventure - Thread 3 - Trimobian Context (still with Pirates...)
- From: Vully <khyberkym@xxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Sun, 29 Nov 2009 05:39:03 -0800 (PST)
(As we passed the 30 entry mark in thread 2 it seemed easier to open a
new header for ease of those reading this....)
We had gotten the transport packed and ready to roll on the final leg
to the Temple of the Forbidden Eye. Breakfast was a simple affair of
snake sausage, crocodile eggs, and fried eel at Tia Dalma’s. I
noticed she had a new member to her service staff, a young girl.
“Who’s the new kid,” I asked Tia as she ebbed by.
Tia smiled and laughed. “Oh, that’s Maya. She’s the Brazilian that
Captain Jack brought to the party last night.”
“Works for me,” I said, as I enjoyed another ration of croc eggs.
We made our way back down to the vehicle and were all but firing the
lumbering machine up when Sallah noticed movement in he tall grass
along side us.
I walked around behind the waving fronds and found myself facing three
Captain Jack Sparrows trying to become quickly invisible.
“Hold off firing the critter up, Sallah,” I sighed. “We’ve got
company.”
The Captains stood up and dusted themselves off.
“Well, this is, indeed, an auspicious situation,” one of the Jacks
stated.
I shook my head. “More of a suspicious situation, if you were to ask
me. Okay, Jack,Jack, and, Jack…,” I looked for their nametags, which
were noticeably missing, Aw, crimineties, guys, nametags! Where’s
your nametags? I have no idea which port you belong to!”
Another Jack laughed. “Nametags? Nametags? We don’t need no stinkin’
nametags.”
“Let’s not get that started,” I sighed.
Sallah looked at me in confusion. “Get what started, Vully?”
“Cross film pollination.” I could see Salah was not quite there on
that on, either. “Never mind. I’ll explain later. “ I paused.
“Along with everything else.”
Tia stood there, hands on her hips, tapping her right foot in a way
that told me she asn’t quite angry, but, wasn’t totally amused,
either. “Jack Sparrow, I sent all of you back to your home ports
yesterday. And yet here you are today, creeping up to my door once
more. I ask you, Jack Sparrow, out of all of the Inn joints in all of
the world, why does it have to be mine?”
I groaned. “Alright, Tia, don’t you go starting it, either!”
She laughed. “Don’t be a Bogart, Vully…it’s a little fun.”
I shook my head and sat down on a nearby rock. It looked like it was
going to be another one of those days.
I looked up and saw a map hanging out of the pouch on one of the Jack
Sparrows. I quickly grabbed it, unrolled it, and looked at it. Three
Captain Jacks were madly trying to get the map back, but, to no
avail. “ 'Isla Tesoro'. Hmmmm. I recognize this map. It’s the one
that is on display to the entrance of the Pirates in California. I’d
wager that these are the West Coast Jacks!”
A muffled voice was heard. “Brilliant work, lady. You get the
cigar. Now will someone get me out of here?”
I noticed another one of the Jack’s pouch was jumping and moving about
as if something alive was in it. I reached and unclasped it. Once
done, a large Blue and Gold Macaw flew out and perched on a nearby
log. “Phew, that was nasty. Thanks, gal. He looked at Tia. “Hubba
Hubba, kiddo.”
I scratched my head. “Excuse me, this isn’t to be rude, but, do all
parrots talk like that?”
The bird turned its head and looked at me. “Like what, sweetie?”
“Like a Brooklyn cab driver who has been too long in the Bronx and
slings euphemisms like ‘hubba hubba’ around in their general speech?”
The bird shrugged his wings. “Some do and some don’t, toots. Why you
ask?”
I grinned. “You remind me of another macaw I once knew. Scarlet.
Name of Iago.”
The Blue and Gold flapped over and perched on my shoulder. “No
kiddin’? Small world, ain’t it! He’s my cousin. You seen him
lately? He still owes me for that collection of PlayParrot I got
him.”
I nodded. “Yup, that’s Iago. Sorry, can’t say as I have. Bird fell
off the planet a while back and no one seems to know where he’s gotten
off to.”
The macaw clicked his bill. “Aw, that’s too bad. He’s a good Joe,
under it all.”
“Yeah. I miss him, too.” I studied the elegant creature. “Let me
guess. The Captains here nabbed you at the same time they grabbed the
map, right?”
The bird looked at Tia. “This one doesn’t miss a thing, does she?”
He turned back to me. “Yeah, that’s the story. So, the name’s
Marclay. Now that you guys know me, who the heck are you?”
“Marclay,” I asked, raising an eyebrow, "any relationship to
Barclay?”
“Dang, sister, if you don’t keep making this world all that smaller.
Yeah, he’s another cousin from a different flock.”
I chuckled. “Why doesn’t that surprise me. Anyway, my name’s Vully,
this is Sallah….” And so the introductions went. It wasn’t long
before we had walked back along the trail to Tia Dalma’s and were
again seated around the table.
“So, Jack(s), you might as well let us know why you’re here. And,
please, try and be direct about it. Sallah and I really need to get
rolling out to the Temple of the Forbidden Eye as soon as possible.”
About this time Larry the Giant Squid schlepped in on his tentacles
with tea and coffee for everyone.
One of the Captains stood up and pointed his fingers at Larry. “We
came here to get him.”
to be continued....
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