Perilous Voyage

The Eye of the Island

Dr. James Cross had been assigned to the crew by Bruce for the pit of gatherings he knew about the island Or the eye of the island as he calls it: Even though, Dr. James had a state of acquintance the moment Bruce had told him about the letter they had come across of. Dr. James stood across them, brushed his hair backwards and spoke 'Call it what y'all want but you fellas are standing on pile of golds.' He sighed, then added 'I left the letter 'cause I expected people like you all. Well, then i guess, I wan'nt wrong. Mehm!' He scoffed as he set down on a stone. Man in his age would be having to be employed in the job of their life but Dr. James Cross, he didn't. He seeked a fortune. One of the similar qualities he shared with Bruce and he had liked it about him. He has beard much more bigger and grair than the photoshoot the crew had seen of him, he went along the rim and had beard around the chin. His voice has a louder tone and american accent which fits his bearded appearance and the scoffy hat he wears. Micheal had himself scarce, but Dan must have doubled back. Chances are, Dr. James Cross saw it to that Jane and Bruce were okay with his presence then made haste back off where the fire had ignited and found Bruce sitting on a set of steps further scratching down the ground with his blade. He offered an extra pair of flashlight to Bruce and he looked up to see him, heart sinking. 'That one's extra. Keep it.' He scoffed constantly while speaking for the materials he had carried and for his dehydration. Dan and Micheal helped him with his staff. As to rest for the night, they begin to feel sleepy and lay off of the coast. Jane deliberately walked with drooping eyelids. Bruce wanted her mostly and also the crew to rest and Dr. James Cross had suggested it for the long day ahead. They lay on back and relax, kicking their feet across the chin of the tent. Dust clouds went by the smoke as the dark grew brighter, sounds and echoes came screaming in the night but the crew had slept through it in fear. Wind blew in hand to hand and rose in each wave with gathering dusts. Echoes, screams and wind had made themselves scarce and disappeared away to their possession: As they say, No wind can blow through the strong. The crew had been the strong in various difficulties. Sun rose in bright and blew through the tents and had awoken the sleep. Bruce opened his eyes and cleaned them lying their, looking at what he laid on. He saw hands unzipping his tent which seemed to be of Jane's when she unzipped it and said 'morning' to him. Bruce looked at Jane with pursuid lips and one eye: The left eye closed itself as the sun blinded it from it's brightness. Bruce sat up, scratched his head and looked back at Jane and thought she'd been looking different and beautiful lately then realized that her makeup had fallen off. He always loved girls without makeup. Her lips dry with thirst and eyes coloured also fallen from sleep. She asked for a drink of water and Bruce gave her the whole bottle, he himself had drank from the same bottle and emptied it but didn't toss it off but carried it at the back of his backpack. Tents were held in the open air, the sun was bright and airy like a bright sunlit room. They pitched their tents near the creek where they had washed themselves up from its water and hydrated. Jane had pitched her tent mostly near to Bruce's. Crew continued on their way to where Dr. James Cross had led. Meanwhile, there were other things to consider. Like rumours spreading that the treasury would be enough for eveyone who is in search of it. If that so, why are the goons capturing and killing the explorers for their own behalfs. Maybe, it's that they wouldn't want to share their expenses. Bruce had thought; we'd not earned much as a half penny and there were rumblings of discontent. The crewsterers walked passed the hills in high strength. (The Crewsterers combines with 'The Adventurers' so it wouldn't be so hard to say each one's name in precise. It fits their compatibility.) Micheal and Dan escorted on foot togather past everyone and Micheal's face still throbbing from the beating he had taken before Bruce had found them, Dan felt as though he was being provided with remedy now that he had felt the pain fading away. Bruce accomponied their presence and walked alongside of Jane and behind everyone, and shared much of chatter between them. Dr. James had the lead and escorted with pleasure for which he believed he walked with God! Till then, a swift loud crash had ocurred alongside and Bruce sprinted over it, arms and leg clampering at high edges leaving them straight alone. As he reached, he unsheathed his blade and crouched with full efforts, but the crash was of something that had broken or fallen from the tree, perhaps somewhere between the edges, it had occurred to Bruce that it was of Gold. Shining in bright and as it ablazed its colour even brighter, the crewsterers fixed their looks with eyes wide open and mouth unfolded in shock of Gold. Dr. James Cross stood the ground impatiently and mumbled 'The Eye of the Island'.