Lost in the Labrynth

Part 10

-Maxwell's POV-

Maxwell woke up with dried tears and just looked at the rotting ceiling, wondering how on earth he got here as a red-eyed rat scurried past him. Time seemed to pass slowly, if not paused completely until. *BOOM*

"Goddamn it!" bellowed a pirate voice, AKA the captain, "If ye keep on crashing it on land, I will throw you overboard! Ye goddamn monster!" Maxwell went upstairs, drying his eyes to see the captain telling off some mutants as if they were school children.

"NOW NOW, NO NEED TO THROW THE ARMY OVERBOARD WE'RE ALREADY HERE!" boomed an even louder voice behind him as Destine stood up, consecutively rocking the boat so much that a few unlucky monsters toppled over the railings. "LINE UP NOW!" Destine ordered and all the mutants lined up in perfect position. They would look like a professional Roman legion if not half of the "legionnaires" were hungover from last night's party and were shivering in the British weather.

"Off ye go ye monsters!" shrieked the captain, also forgetting he was a monster too. The captain was somewhat annoyed by the pools of vomit on his ship, "Where's me money?"

The monsters looked around for someone with something valuable who could pay except for netherite. Maxwell remembered about an emerald in his pocket and held it up to the captain. The captain's eyes gleamed with delight, "FINALLY, some actual shiny stuff!" He glared at an enderman with a badly made umbrella, who was offering some netherite gear, "Stuff ye ugly metal back in ye bag mate. It's useless."

No-one decided to admit that the emerald was worthless compared to netherite, but the captain was still happy with an emerald. "Off ye go ye lovelies. Nice to meet ya." And with that we left.

-Pentecost's POV-

The once quaint-looking village of Ardonia was now just a pile of ash-covered black frames. Even looking at this war-zone gave him amazing memories of this town, even his new kingdom was no much to the good old times as a teenager in Ardonia. Thankfully the TNT trap hadn't been detonated. Oh yeah I have to retrieve my son's body.

Just walking around the corner he could see the village square where the final defense was put up. Blood covered every single blade of trodden grass. Pentecost saw the broken body of the boy he saw dribbling in his kingdom and just wanted to get it done.

"Send me to my son Maxwell's body" he commanded the command block and waited for the tears to fall, but he just stood there stupidly. A raven nearby cawed and flew away.

This either meant 2 things: his son's body was completely destroyed or Maxwell was still alive. Pentecost hoped that it was the latter, but this just gave him another problem, how would he break the news to him?

Oh, hey son, your mother just died and your birthplace has been destroyed, and I have a replacement wife, hope you're OK with that. What about a game of footie?  Maxwell would hate him till the end of the world.

Just deal with it, idiot. Pentecost thought.

So without a second thought, he commanded "Send me to my son."

-Maxwell's POV-

Maxwell watched along with the monsters a ship dip below the horizon, ditching them for good. The mutants had been left on the shore of who-knows-what and no-one knew what to do. Destine suddenly turned towards the mutants drowned which had blown the nautilus shell.

"DID YOU TELL THE CAPTAIN TO GO NORTH?" Destine questioned the trembling drowned.

"Umm, uh- well we did do a lot of partying..." the mutant replied.

It reminded him of a child being shouted at by a mother for eating all the cashews. All the monsters did a collective groan, because as far as anyone could tell, we could be at the bottom of the Overworld on an island with a sea as far as 2000 kilometers...