Death of Davy Jones

Chapter 1

Journal 1: Wednesday July 22nd 

         Dear Journal,

  My name is Ashlee. I'm 24, and I can throw a good punch if I need to. I'm am explorer, and geologist. Now the reason I'm telling you all of this is , because I have been hired to go to an island that has something that can tell what happened to Atlantis, and if for some reason that i end up getting lost by myself I would to be able to have a friend that won't argue with me on my decisions. Not only with that i need you to also to help me keep track of my findings, and well i guess  if anything happens to me too.

     I'm optimistic about this trip though it doesn't sound like it, but if you couldn't tell, that at the same time i'm worried with how long it will take. Sure we have Lot of Supplies, but I have a feeling tat the journey will last a couple months longer than they have given it credit for. I guess we'll find out.

   Ashlee closes her Journal and slides it and her pen into her brown satchel. the plane was getting ready to land. when it did she quickly got off as she could. she was in Praia; it was the closes place they could find to the island. she walked pass the gate and head towards the luggage conveyor belt. Ashlee slides pass some people till she was standing right next to the belt when she heard someone yell out in Australia accent," Miss. Taylor?"

                                 "Ms. Taylor, just call me Ashlee." answered Ashlee. she grabs her bag off the convener belt as it tried sluggishly to escape her. any other person also grabs for the bag but fails. she looks to the owner of the hand. he was a tall, skinny man. he wore glasses and a bow-tie to go with his unmatched outfit. Not exactly what Hollywood had us picture Australian men,"o.k. Ashlee, let me help you with your bags." she lets go of the bag and he grabs the luggage from her hands," I'm here to drive you to our ship."

                                  "you're coming along?"

                                 " Yes does that bother you?"

                                "Oh, no."

                     " good. I'm your cook."he starts walking away. Ashlee quickly followed behind struggling to fix her satchel. she finally catches up with him to where he was already loading her bag into the trunk of the car.

                              " so... what's your name anyway?" 

                               " Steve. Steve Roberts."

          " Nice to meet you." said Ashlee. Steve closes the back trunk, and opens the passenger door for Ashlee. She hops in to the car and he shuts the door after making sure she was completely in. he walks around the front of the car to the drivers sides, opens the door, hops in, and shuts his door. Steve turned the key a couple of times time the car sparked to life, and drive off. They didn't speak for the rest of the time. they didn't even listen to music. the ride lasted for only an hour, but it had felt like way more than that.

       They finally pulled up to the docks and Steve parks the car to the side. "to warn you," he looks at her after turning the car off, "No one knows what the trip is about except for you, me, and the captain and we think it best to keep it that way."

                          " why would the captain just tell you, your the cook," they realizing how mean it sound she says, " no offense." he laughed a little" None taken'; I asked him that same question. the cap said that I was the only man he could trust not to do anything stupid."

         Ashlee nods. from what time she has been with Steve she trusted him just like old friends would. he seemed like a nice enough guy, and no offense to him, but he also looked the kind of guy that didn't have any friends to tell anyways. They both hop out of the car," so do you know any of the crew that we'll be sailing with?"asked Ashlee.

              "yes everyone of them, and I don't blame Mr. Jones for taking the precautions that he has taken to make sure word of this journey doesn't get out."

                 " how long have you known them?"

                  "How many is that?"

                 "are you always this curious?"

            " It's my job to be." Steve chuckles at Ashlee's remark. They walk towards the ship as a man walks down the ramp of it, " Miss. Taylor."

                     "Ms. Taylor." Steve corrects him

                     " you can just call me Ashlee."

             " alright lets try this again. hello Ashlee." he holds out his hand and Ashlee shakes it firmly, " Hi. you must be the captain... Mr. Jones?"

                    " Dav..." Ashlee barely catches Steve shooting a warning glance to the captain, but he quickly looks away from the captain after realizing he was being watch by Ashlee, " David Jones." he was wearing black baggy pants, a loose shirt that match his snow white hair. he actually didn't look that old till you looked at his bright green eyes that were in-circled with wrinkles, " Nice to meet you Mr.Jones." He Jesters towards the grand white ship, " Please just call me David, climb aboard." Ashlee heads up the ramp, and hears Steve whisper to David " David. that's the best you could come up with." she hears a cough, " oh shut up. It's a force of habit." the captain whispered back harshly. they all hop aboard." welcome to the mundo de los espíritus." said the captain.