The Attack: Seashell Island

Chapter Fourteen

I followed Monica through the slim door and turned around to make sure Maddie was following. Monica walked cautiously out into the hallway with her handgun ready. No one was there; I expected that the Captain would have someone watching us. We crept down the hallway, trying to search for a blue door. That is where they kept their whisky and other alcohol related drinks according to that pirate. We didn't have much time so we couldn't tip toe as quietly as we could have. The walls had paint peeling off and every now and then you would find a dent in the wall.

"Would you say this is the one?" I asked pointing to the door that looked blue, but I couldn't really tell in this light.

"Try the handle," Maddie whispered.

"Careful," hissed Monica.

I carefully opened the door; the first thing that I noticed was the stench. I gagged quietly. Then looked around, there was a stream of dim moonlight coming through the window. Then I detected a soft small snore, this scared me.

"Shut the door," Monica whispered so quietly I barely heard it. Then I heard a low grunt. I closed the door as quickly and as quietly as I could.

"Maybe it's the opposite way," Maddie suggested.

Monica and I nodded, and then we all tiptoed the other way. I was praying that we hadn't awoken that pirate and begging that he wouldn't rush out and destroy our whole escape plan. After tiptoeing a few steps we heard a door creak open, we all froze. A pirates' head poked out, he looked both ways down the hallway. I was sure my heart stopped. Then he went back and shut his door softly behind him.

"Thank goodness," Monica sighed, her voice was barely audible.

We checked so many other doors until we finally found the cellar. Surprisingly the cellar door was unlocked. We walked down a flight of stairs and found we were in a huge room. The room had aisle upon aisle, with each aisle stacked with at least a thousand bottles each. Boy!

"Wow," Maddie gaped

"Oh my," Monica gasped.

"Well that explains why they're always so drunk," I scoffed.

"Come on, we're already too behind schedule," Monica ordered.

So we started taking the bottles down and into a pile.

"Maddie how many bottles could you carry at once?" I asked her.

"Three at the most," Maddie frowned.

"Hmmm, we need to make only three trips from here to the top deck, so how can we carry as many as we can in one trip," Monica asked.

"We could just fill up those crates over there," Maddie pointed to five huge wooden crates.

"Smart thinking, with those we could probably be able to carry up thirty at a time," I smiled.

So Maddie filled up the crates as quickly as she could and Monica and I would race up to the deck. I had remembered the way up because I had mapped the way down when the pirates had taken Maddie and I to the cabin after we had to clean the deck. We ended up completing five trips each that means we had taken over two hundred litres of whisky. On my third trip as I ran as quietly as I could into the cellar room I noticed Maddie was looking very frightened. Monica was still on the deck unloading her crate. Maddie turned to indicate that I follow her. We walked to the aisle furthest to the left. That was when I heard the low singing.

"And, then maarrys little lamb was roasted into pooorrrk! Ha ha haw" the pirate sang.

"Maddie he's been drinking for sure," I whispered pointing to the nine empty bottles that lay around him. The man wore faded denim jeans and a long sleeved shirt; he had a baldhead and had a short untidy beard.