Walk the Plank: Part Four
"Of course I'm real!" The Shoyru gave him a strange look.
"Wow, you must have been out in this desert for days! The heat here is enough
to make any pet lose their mind! Come, my house isn't far from here, and there's
a lake a bit beyond that."
"L-lake?!" Darkwing felt like hitting himself
in the forehead with a baguette. Had those mirages actually been... real?
"Argh!!" He let out an exasperated sigh.
The Shoyru stared. "...Okaaaay," he said, thinking
his new friend was quite strange. He led Darkwing in the direction of his home.
After they got back to the Shoyru's house, the
Shoyru, whose name was Eynon, made Darkwing a small meal. Darkwing ate voraciously,
happy to be satiating his empty and growling stomach. Afterwards, Eynon showed
him the guest room and Darkwing fell asleep, exhausted from walking in the hot
desert for hours.
Darkwing woke up many times during the night,
but each time he'd wake up, the same dream would replay. His dreams were horrible.
Again, the scene of the Pteri kicking him off the ship played. In his sleep,
he tossed violently back and forth and yelled, waking Eynon many times.
The next morning, Eynon looked very tired, while
Darkwing felt very much energized. "So," said Eynon, starting to pour himself
some cereal, "how did you sleep last night?" The Shoyru gritted his teeth.
"Horrible," admitted Darkwing, "but I be feelin'
very much refreshed!"
"Arr, I be needin' to find myself into a town.
Ye see, me ship was stolen by a scurvy seadog, and I be needin' it back!"
Eynon stared in confusion for a few seconds
as he tried to comprehend what Darkwing had just said. "Well, if you need to
go into town, we'll have to walk nearly all day. You see, this house is out
in the middle of the desert, and I don't get out much. I haven't had company
here in years!"
"How about flyin' there, then?" grunted Darkwing.
"Oh, I really don't--" Darkwing ran out of the
house, and Eynon followed. Darkwing tried to fly into the air. As a large wave
of sand hit him, causing him to fall to the ground, Eynon said, "-suggest that..."
Darkwing rubbed his eyes, which now had sand
in them. "Sorry about that, Darkwing. I tried to warn you. The sand storms here
are often and sudden. You'd almost definitely run into several of them if you
tried to fly to town. At least if you're walking, you can shield yourself a
So, the two set out on their journey across
the large, empty, and sandy desert. After several hours of walking in one direction,
Darkwing said, "Are ye sure we're goin' in th' right direction, mate?"
"Of course I am! I live here, after all. See,
all you have to look for is...umm..." Eynon looked around the desert scenery
frantically. "...Anyway, I'm sure this is the right way." By the time the sun
set, Darkwing wasn't so sure that Eynon was right. Because they had no tent,
they had to keep walking through the night. By the time sketchy views of a town
came into view, the sun was starting to rise again. "See? I told you this was
the right way!" Darkwing rolled his eyes.
"Arr, so I really be needin' to get me ship
back from the scoundrel!" Darkwing received many blank stares. All at once the
pets he was talking to broke out in excited chatter in some foreign language.
Eynon handed him a small pocket dictionary.
"You might be needing this. I used to have to use it all the time when I went
into town! Finally I just learned their language."
"Ha, I live in the middle of the desert! What
else do you think I'd do in my spare time? Count grains of sand?"
As Darkwing flipped through the pages of the
book, he whispered to Eynon. "Arr, this may be a bit embarrassin' on my part,
but I don't seem t' have much skill in readin'..." Eynon stifled a laugh. Darkwing
glared back in response before throwing the dictionary into the sand and stalking
across the town. His eyes gleamed as a beautiful cargo ship sailed into the
harbor. Quickly he climbed aboard the ship, forcing off all of its passengers.
"Arr, I be needin' this ship more than you!" Down on the dock, the ex-passengers
complained and shook their fists.
Darkwing sailed out onto the open sea and hummed
a tune. Once he realized what he was doing, he stopped, realizing what his crew
would have said had they been there. Humming was not a very pirate-like thing
to do. Ah, but his crew! What would he do without his terrific crew? A captain
is nothing without the crew of his ship. And currently the crew...his
crew, the crew he had practically picked out of the gutter- okay, maybe that
was an exaggeration- was now under the control of that diabolic Pteri. He'd
have to get them back!
He sailed along for hours, not realizing until
later one of his worst obstacles. He had no idea where he was! How would he
sail to Krawk Island if he didn't know what direction it was in? In his mad
rush to the ship, he hadn't thought to ask anyone where he had been. Rummaging
around, he found a few maps scattered around, but none of them marked his location,
and he wasn't sure which direction he had sailed anyway. The coastline hadn't
been in view for hours. Darkwing groaned as he realized he was lost at sea.
Could things go any MORE wrong?
Diran himself was thinking the same thing. Not
only was he experiencing all the bad things Darkwing was, but he was still trapped
in his body! Lately he hadn't seemed to mind it, though. It was almost as if
Darkwing and him had meshed into one body, one personality, one person.
The sun was starting to go down, so Darkwing
curled up on the deck to sleep. Perhaps things would be better when he awoke.
He would have slept great that night, considering
that the weather was warm and dry, however, Darkwing's streak of bad luck continued.
Not two hours after he lay down to sleep, a horrible storm started, much like
the one that had occurred on his own boat what seemed like ages ago. In seconds,
Darkwing was soaked from head to toe from the torrential downpour of the rain.
Dangerously the ship rocked back and forth.
Darkwing got to his knees and looked up at the
sky silently, wondering why he was caught in such a streak of bad luck. As a
big wave came by, several boxes of the cargo, possibly containing food, bounced
off the deck of the ship and into the dark water. Darkwing had had enough. Realizing
that he had hit rock bottom, he started to cry, not caring whether crying was
a very menacing or pirate-like thing to do. But in rare occasions such as this,
even the toughest pirates must cry. Since Darkwing had lost his own ship and
was lost on the ocean hopelessly without a crew, he thought this qualified as
one of those occasions. Suddenly, he turned around suddenly. To his great surprise
and shock, a light faerie was standing there. He howled. Now, not only was he
lost and alone, but he was hallucinating! ...Again.
As he stared at her, she walked forward a few
steps. The sound of footsteps reached Darkwing's ear, and he sighed in relief.
She was real.
His reaction was to growl at her. He had already
assumed she was there to ask him to find some stupid quest item for her. What
was he supposed to do? It wasn't like he could run across the ocean to land
and buy one from a shop!
"The Light Faerie wants you to get-Oh nevermind!"
she said, walking over to one of the few crates still remaining on the ship.
"I'll get it myself!" After lifting out a single tube of lipstick, she turned
back to him. "Since you don't appear to be in much need of any strength points
at the moment, I will give you one wish."
Darkwing was excited by this. What would he
wish for? A turkey dinner? Companionship? "Make this storm stopppp..." he whined
immediately. Instantly, the rain stopped, and the light faerie was gone. He
instantly felt very stupid. Once he got off this cursed ship, he'd have to learn
not to be so impulsive. Of all the things he could have wished for, he wished
to change the weather? And of all times, when he was lost at sea! Since the
rain was stopped, he figured he should probably take advantage of this time
by sleeping. Curling up into a ball on the deck, he fell asleep for the second
When he awoke the next morning, the sun was
just starting to come up. Momentarily he stared out on the water at the beautiful
sunrise, forgetting all about his problems and bad luck. He turned to look over
the opposite end of the ship and jumped in joy. Coming into view on the slightly
hazy horizon was land!
To be continued...