Scandinavian Goblin Rebellion (Road to El Dorado + Frozen crossover)

Miguel

We all felt exhausted and seasick. We had just come out of a huge storm full of tidal waves and heavy rain, but luckily my friends and I had managed to stay on our made raft that we made out of the trees from the beach that we set sail from after our trip from El Dorado.

   I was still rowing with the oar that was also made from the beach trees. Altivo had been lying down on the raft ever since we set off; it was probably due to the headaches that he got from knocking down the trees for us to build with his head. Chel was feeling seasick and so was my best friend Tulio, who was leaning on his edge of the raft and making awful noises.

   “Oh, God!” he finally snapped after hours of silence. “I can’t take anymore! Why don’t we just dive down and swim ourselves to death?”

   “Come on, Tulio, look on the positive side,” I told him.

   “What? The fact that all of us are out in the middle of the ocean with no food, no water and no gold?”

   “Well, for the gold part,” I said, “you don’t have any, Cortez doesn’t have any and no one except the people in El Dorado have it. As for food and water, we still got to have faith and hope. Because without it – ”

   “What hope?” went on Tulio. “Miguel, we have been in the middle of the ocean for four months with nothing but – ”

   Then we all heard Chel making slurping sounds.

   “Chel!” cried Tulio who crawled very weakly towards her. “What are you doing?”

   “Oh, nothing,” smiled Chel. “Just drinking fresh water.”

   “Fresh?” Tulio took a mouthful of the water. It was the first time I saw him smile in months. Alvito joined in the drinking, too.

   Using my right arm to use the oars, I used my left hand to put a mouthful of tasty fresh water down my desert-dry throat. I felt really good after being so long without any good water.

   Then Alvito neighed in a very excited mood.

   “What is it, boy?” asked Tulio. He looked at where the horse was neighing. “Land!” he cried happily. “It’s land!”

   I looked ahead and see that five miles away there was land. It had green trees, green grass and a little beach.

   “Miguel, keep it up for another thirty minutes,” Tulio said to me. “We’re nearly there.”

   I frowned at him as I saw him sit with Chel. While I was doing all the hard work, all they did was just enjoy watching the land come closer and closer. Ever since we left El Dorado, he had been spending more time with Chel than with me. Altivo neighing happily in front of me didn’t help me either – both my mood and my navigation. Even though they spoke to me occasionally and gave me jobs to do, I wondered if I still existed to them.

I managed to land the raft on the little beach. Then Tulio helped me pull it further up so it wouldn’t drift off.

   Tulio looked at the sky. “It’s getting dark,” he told us. “Let’s make camp for here tonight.”

   “I’ll go and get the firewood,” I said.

   “I’ll find us dinner,” said Chel.

   Tulio yawned. “I’ll stay here and…”

   Alvtio yawned, fell down and went to sleep.

   “…guard the horse,” said Tulio.

   Then Chel and I went off in our own directions.