Lost in the Labrynth

Part 9

-Maxwell's POV-

 "WAKEY WAKEY!" shouted a gruff voice waking Maxwell up from his dream of a netherite monstrosity being drowned by a dolphin, the wonders of dreams. He reluctantly opened his eyelids to have them blinded by sunlight, but just enough sight to see a massive skeleton's face looming over him, smiling, (or was it just that the jaw is made like that IDK).

"WE ARE GOING TO MOVE CAMP." Destine said exaggeratedly, and when seeing that Maxwell was dozing off again, flicked water from a nearby pond onto him, nearly drowning him in tons of water. Maxwell coughed out the water and scowled, drying his face with his pillow, but that got snatched away by a mutant who stuffed it along with others into a leather sack.

"Why do we have to move camp? Can't you just wait for the enemies to come? Wait, don't you already have enough netherite?" Maxwell questioned, Destine froze for a second to understand all the questions, but then just said, "Captain's orders." and walked away. Maxwell rolled his eyes and put on his jacket, "Where to?" he asked a mutant skeleton carrying a mutant pigskin.

"To be honest I don't even know." it replied in a bony voice, and walked in the direction Destine was walking.

"Great, no-one even knows where to go." he groaned to himself, he liked that the Nether King's soldiers were being taken down, but he certainly didn't like the fact that he was being taken prisoner by monsters who didn't even know where to go.

After many, many miles of walking over harsh terrain, blood-streaked grounds and wet, mushy fields, they reached their apparent destination, the sea? Everyone seemed confused how they ended up on a remote, rocky seaside in the middle of nowhere except for a few large mountains in the distance.

One of the mutant drowned zombies seemed even more concerned and blew on a nautilus shell, making crabs bury themselves in the ground, seagulls panic and the ocean retire from the shore a bit. No, not just a little bit but opening up ground which never touched pure air in aeons, this freaked out the fire-elemental mutants who expected a tsunami, but out of the blue, a large, mossy trireme, with a drowned zombie captain burst out from underneath the waves.

Everyone clapped as if they saw a production movie end. Destine couldn't help but be massively impressed, the drowned mutant smugly smiled as he got over a thousand pats on the back.

"ALL ABOARD YE MUTANTS!" bellowed the captain who did the best ever pirate voice, Maxwell swore the captain was a relative of Johnny Depp. A massive cheer went up from the army as they rushed on the ship, the rotten boards of the ship creaked uneasily, but stood fast and didn't snap under such heavy pressure. Destine took his seat at the back of the boat which rocked up and down a bit, but the captain didn't seem bothered. Drowned mutants chattered with the sailor and acted like he was a celebrity.

Maxwell went aboard last and sat at the edge of the ship away from all the mutants who were starting to get drunk, is it even possible for a skeleton to get drunk??

A massive horn sounded above the mutants heads which silenced everyone, "FASTEN THOU SEAT-BELTS AND GET READY FOR THE BEST TRIP OF THOU LIVES!" the captain shrieked.

"AYYYY!" the crowd shouted. Maxwell was busy looking for the apparently non-existent seat-belt, but if it existed, he didn't have enough time before the sails flapped harshly and pulled the boat along with the wind.

Other than the loud booms of mutants laughing drunkenly and the unhelpful splash of seawater in his face every time the oars hit a large wave, sailing on the trireme was actually quite fun. It was only a few minutes until he dozed off, a calm deserved sleep until... BOOM.

Max leapt out of his seat cat-like when a cannon was somehow transported to the front deck of the ship and blasted cannonballs into the sky. All the mutants crowded around the cannon remarked lots of "ooh-s and aah-s" and applauded. The cannon was still dropping small ambers on the wet planks, Maxwell didn't even mind, he was much more likely to be knocked of his rickety chair than be burnt to a crisp.

"TIME FOR SUPPER!" the captain screeched and wobbled on his wooden peg for a leg to a plank of wood raised on four sticks, oh it's actually a table. It had wooden bowls and a crab legs. Maxwell was about to ask a terrified blaze what the crabs were for, but soon found out by a greedy mutant stabbing his crab into the stew aggressively, and shoved whatever he caught and the crab leg into his throat.

The gleeful mutants did the same thing. The bowls were a bit too small to fill up the child-like monsters and they ended up reaching down into the sea for some unlucky fish. Destine didn't have to eat but still ripped a Kraken out of the water and chewed on its tentacles while the chewed up food dropped through his ribs onto the deck where other mutants feasted upon it.

Maxwell didn't want to be on the top floor where some of them started to retch on the deck, so he dodged through some fighting enderman and ran into a random door which led to a dark pathway. The only lights were some dim candle stands, he burst through the first door and dropped head-first into a pile of packaged blankets. Maxwell froze until his heart stopped beating up his inside.

"Why on earth did I agree to go with this army?" he thought to himself, "Before it was for revenge but now I don't even know anymore." A painful thought freaked him out even more, where was Dad? Or Nancy? Or even Mateo? (Maybe not). Only if he could just go back to his small shack in Ardonia and and drop back down onto his cranky bed and sleep this nightmare away. With that thought in mind he fell into a deep sleep.

-Pentecost's POV-

What Maxwell didn't know was that his father and Nancy were just chilling in their instant-made kingdom while his only son was crying himself to sleep. :D

After a day of chatting with all his neighbours and bringing tears to his eyes every time he met someone, Pentecost decided to greet his son and bring him over to his new mansion. Suddenly he felt very guilty, he had completely forgotten about his own son's body rotting away in a village which would literally be obliterated by his own TNT trap.

What a great father. Not only that but the entire time he had become more and more fond of Nancy over time and hadn't even tried to tall Maxwell about it. Probably, because his mother had died just months before. Plus he didn't want to feel ashamed in-front of his son and seem like a failure of a father. (Which when you put it that way, is kind of true).

Pentecost decided to just resurrect him and act like nothing happened. This made him feel even worse, remembering that one time Maxwell's dog went hunting with Pentecost but he accidentally shot the dog with an arrow rather than the live hog it was fighting. Pentecost found a new dog which looked the same and acted like nothing happened.

By the end of mentally beating himself up, he felt like giving his dead son a proper burial (if his body wasn't blown up) was the most humane thing to do. So after rushing back home and getting one of his command block, he teleported back to Ardonia.