The Island of the Lost

The Island of the Lost was written by Johnny Goldtimbers

Chapter: 1 The Island
 “All hands, Stave away to Isla de los Perdidos”! The Captain ordered from the helm! With no question the sailors of the Forth rate Ship of the Line HMS Adventure they scrambled to their stations to make more sail. Meanwhile on deck two men sitting at ever so nicely set tea table enjoying their time with conversation about the Island. One of the men spoke to the other “I’ve heard about your last visit to the island Johnny old boy” The elderly man who was named Johnny responded ever so calmly “Well Walter me and this island only met contact with each other, we never got to know each other before I was rescued again”. “Recued, Contact, You where marooned on this island?” responded Walter. “Well I was for two days but I’ve heard more than enough stories to name this island dangerous!” said Johnny so concerned. “Oh please the natives probably spread those rumors to scare of us Hunters” Walter said without any doubt. The lookout shouted “Land Ahoy!”Johnny then smiled and began sipping on a cup of tea. The Captain came down from the helm and saluted Johnny at the tea table before speaking. “My Lord I calculate we are two miles away from land” The Captain said so nervously. Walter glanced at the Captain’s look before saying “Oh come now you don’t actually believe in the Island’s Curse do you?” Walter announced so surprised. “Clearly even you shouldn’t be so superstitious about a piece of rocky land!” Walter continued but was interrupted by Johnny. “Now Walter they don’t call it Isla de los Perdidos for nothing!” Johnny interrupted. “Johnny I don’t know how you Spanish can speak at all, nothing but jibberish to me!” Walter argued. Johnny rolled his eyes. “Isla de los Perdidos or Island of the Lost” Johnny complained. The Captain moved his eyes looking at whoever was talking before interrupting the two old men. “Oh My word!” the captain shouted when he looked on the beach of the island covered with wrecked ships. Johnny and Walter stopped arguing and observed the beach from the railing of the Ship. “There is Ships from every Region of the World all ship wrecked along this island” Johnny declared. “Well maybe they were all left here……. Maybe there is a ship collector here or maybe….” Walter Spat out before Johnny interrupted again.”Walter someone doesn’t just leave ships around a bloody island to rot away in this heat” Johnny said so nervously. Early the next morning Johnny and Walter came out of their Cabins and looks out into the foggy pitch black island. Johnny looked at his Golden pocket watch and closed it.”5 o’clock excellent, Well! Let the Hunt begin” Johnny said energetically as he played a Horn. Crewmen suddenly jumped from their beds and Hammocks and ran up and formed a line for the Captain and the two High Ranking British Officers to inspect. Johnny and Walter chattered about plans for the island while walking down the long line of British sailors. The Captain came from his quarters and joined the two men. Johnny spoke to the Captain and then he nodded. “Lower the Longboat! Weight Anchor! Fold the Sails!” The ordered the Captain. Johnny unfolded a Union Jack and tied it to a long pole. As the two hunters and the six sailors were lowered into the ocean in the Longboat the two hunters were armed with a Dao sword, Musket, pistol, blunderbuss, and a Hunting Knife. The six sailors each grabbed an ore and together road toward shore. Walter sat in the back reading a book while Johnny was striking a pose in the front of the Long Boat while holding the British Flag that waved in the wind. Johnny took out a small spyglass and spotted a large concentration of rocks and ordered the sailors to stop and wait for the rest of their camp supplies and men to arrive. As the five other Longboats arrived each captained by a type of Lieutenant they all met up with Johnny. The Lieutenant from the nearest longboat to Johnny’s longboat shouted “Lord Goldtimbers, Orders Sir!” Johnny responded by telling the Officer to look at the jagged rocks that blocked their way towards the Island’s long and shipwreck covered beach. Johnny Then ordered all the longboats to follow his longboat through the maze of jagged rocks. As hours went by Johnny remained patient while Walter kept looking through his spyglass to spot land. Johnny then opened his eyes and yelled “Land Dead Ahead!” Johnny pulled out a bottle of aged Scotch and poured everyone in the boat a glass he stood up and cheered “Jolly Good mates we’ve made it towards the shore. “No wonder these ships got wrecked! They hit all these blasted rocks in the fog at night!” Walter trying to reason the vast amount of ships wrecked on shore. The boat hit the soft and white sand of the beach with a thud. Johnny jumped out while carrying a Union Jack and stuck the pole in the ground. “This land is forever claimed in the Glorious name of His Majesty King George II of the Great British Empire!” Johnny declared ever so loudly. “Fine then maybe we can his Royal Highness off his Royal Bottom and take him here for hunting one Year” Walter said sarcastically. Suddenly musket fire was heard from the dense jungles of the Island. Tropical birds flew from the middle of the Jungle. One shot then another thirty seconds later. “Musket shots here?” Walter pondered. As the longboats just hit shore they heard the shots too and sprung from the Longboats and British Marines aimed their muskets into the jungle. Then a loud man’s scream was heard. A few seconds later there was silence.



