Claxton 2: The Curse of Poseidon

Chapter Twenty-One: The Haunted Lighthouse

Song: "Medieval Ghost" - The Fiechters 

        Beyond Coutarine Island's reef, in a windy, rough Atlantic Ocean, Tracey continued to sail for the Bermuda Triangle. Ronda's raft was getting a bit beat up from the weather, but he refused to give up, even though he literally was dying from hunger and thirst. Tracey finally just had to stop and dive into the ocean to search for food. He found a calmer section of it and dropped the sails of the raft. When he did, he opened the empty compartment that used to hold his food and water and dug out a spear that had been buried in it. Tracey didn't want his shirt and tank top to get wet, so he set the spear down and took them off. On his back, where his wings used to be, were two scars. Tracey slipped off his boots so he was barefoot and grabbed hold of the spear. With it in hand, Merlin's young apprentice leaped off the raft and landed in the ocean. He searched it for fish. There was one. It was a good-sized fish too. Tracey could taste it already. The setting sun's rays shone on his bare back as he kicked his legs and swam towards the fish. Just before he could spear it though, suddenly a splash exploded above it, and a huge beak scooped up the fish instead! Frustrated, Tracey clenched his fist, and bubbles escaped his lips as he accidentally cursed underwater. He hurried to surface and poked his head out of the ocean.

The teenager's eyes rolled over to Ronda's raft, and he yelled, "Ugh!" when he saw a pelican sitting on it with the fish he saw in its beak. Tracey continued, "You darn pelican! I saw that fish first! No fair!" He waited for the pelican to swallow his prey right in front of his eyes, but it didn't. Instead, it tossed the fish into the compartment on the raft and called for Tracey. He swam to the raft and climbed aboard. His eyes widened when he saw that the empty compartment was now full of fish. "Whoa." Tracey spoke. He set down his spear and leaned in to see the fish better. "Tha-Thank you," he told the pelican. The pelican nodded. Together, it and Tracey waited for the fish to die, and then they chowed down. Mm, Tracey had forgotten how good food tasted. Now he just needed to find water, and no way was he going to drink the ocean water! Groaning, he said, "I need water," and the pelican cautiously listened.

Tracey decided to try his fairy dust again. Now that he wasn't as hungry, maybe it came back? "Abracadabra!" Tracey shouted, but yet again, only smoke escaped his hands. He tried to stay calm, but it was difficult, "Abracadabra! Come on!" More smoke; nothing else. "I need water to survive!" Tracey yelled, "At least tell me where I can find some!" Right as he said that, green and purple magic spat out of his hands with such immense force, he fell off the raft. A powerful wave smacked the side of it and flipped it upside-down. While it flipped, the pelican flapped off and landed on its upside-down deck. Tracey soon came to surface and groaned. He needed to stock up on fairy dust, but he refused to sail back to Coutarine Island. His first day on the high seas did not exactly go as planned. The ocean was still too rough for him to stay out there. This time around, Tracey decided to ask the ocean for help. "Ocean please," he begged, "I need water. Please point me in the direction where I can find some." He waited for a few minutes, but the ocean didn't respond. "Please." Tracey repeated.

Finally, the ocean came to his assistance. A wave lifted out of the sea, and Tracey's jaw fell open when he saw it. Turning, the bubbly body of water turned in the direction of another island. How come Tracey didn't see it there before? What was going on here? The only problem with this island was that it looked quite sketchy. There weren't a lot of trees on it. Most of the island was just rock. What was even creepier was that a random lighthouse with a house attached to it stood on top of the tallest rock. Even more, the light still worked. Just seeing the island, Tracey broke down in sweat. The sun vanished from the area where he floated even though it was still setting. It looked like it was always dark around here, which was great because Tracey loved the dark. Did this creepy lighthouse mean he was going the right way to the Bermuda Triangle? He decided to be brave. The ocean said so itself that there was water on the island. It even followed him there, but the friendly pelican just fled. It wasn't going to get wrapped up in a haunted island case. The wave flipped Ronda's raft back over and picked up Tracey. It set him down on it and next pushed the back of the raft, escorting the young fairy to the island.