Appetency | Dsmp Pirate Au

Eleven

"I'm going to bust down the wall," Tommy decided, "move back a bit, Tubbo." The blonde took a few steps away from the wall and eyed it carefully.

"Woah, woah! Are you stupid?" Tubbo grabbed his best friend's arm and looked at him sternly. "You're just asking to get hurt. Just use your sword or something."

Tommy frowned and shook his head. "And ruin my sword? No way. I'll be perfectly fine, Tubbo, calm down. The wall is literally paper-thin—it's not going to do any damage."

"Fine," Tubbo sighed. He released the blonde's arm and stepped aside, pressing his back against the actual wall of the passageway. Tommy looked forward again. He took a deep breath and then ran forward. The boy rammed his right shoulder into the crumbling wall, which came tumbling down around him as soon as he made contact.

"Fuck!" Tommy stumbled through, waving his arms awkwardly to keep his balance. He covered his mouth with the collar of his shirt and coughed at the cloud of dust and debris that surrounded him.

"All good?" Tubbo asked. He stepped through the entrance that Tommy had created. The blonde rolled his shoulders and grinned at his friend.

"All good," he repeated confidently.

The two boys took this moment to take in the room that they were standing in. It was completely dark, but they could barely make out the silhouettes of objects along the walls as well as something in the center of the back wall. Tommy walked towards it, reaching into the side pocket of his backpack to grab his matches. He pulled one out and lit it, holding the flame against the candles.

The candles came to life and the room now was bright enough to see. Tommy saw that the candles were on a small table with a blue cloth. Strewn around the room were many chests and boxes, overflowing with gold-colored objects and gems in a rainbow of colors.

Tubbo's eyes quickly fell onto a pedestal among the many treasures. The pedestal was made of dark wood and it had been polished extensively, shining in the gentle candlelight. The grain swirled along the length of the wood, and at the top was a red cloth that hung down from either side. The cloth had faded with age and the ends were frayed.

At the top was a glass box. Tommy approached it slowly, and Tubbo walked alongside him. The glass box was layered with dust, just like everything else in the room, yet it somehow still contained a magical quality that the two boys couldn't quite describe. Inside the glass box was a thick book in a brown leather cover with a strap binding it shut.

"The Book of Life," Tommy breathed in awe. There were thousands of thoughts streaming through his head at that moment. He had been so focused on the treasure itself that he had almost forgotten the most important one of all.

"Wilbur," Tubbo whispered. He didn't need to say anything else—Tommy understood the brunet's meaning perfectly.

The blonde reached out to place his hand on the glass. It was cold to the touch—a heavy contrast to the humid, thick air of the underground tunnels. It was also smooth, unlike the glass of the windows on their ship, which were wavy—thicker in some parts and thinner in others.

Tommy wiped his hand over the glass to remove the dust. He could see the Book clearly now. The boy was almost too scared to lift the glass and take it out. He couldn't believe that the source of this journey—the thing that Wilbur died for—was right beneath his fingertips.

He placed his hands on the sides of the glass.

"Not so fast."

The blonde froze. He recognized the voice. His heart skipped a beat and he whipped around to face in the direction of the speaker. Tommy's eyes had just barely caught sight of the cracked porcelain mask when he felt a strange feeling in the center of his chest.