The fur raced across his face as the strong sea air danced
around him. Even though he had been victorious, one thought still raced through
his mind. Where is Scarblade? Since their departure from Maraqua Garin
had felt differently. It was as thought a part if him was left behind in the underwater
city. Leaving Isca and Caylis was foolish. Even though his longing for a life
of piracy was everything, Garin also missed Maraqua. With its towering coral towers,
the citizens, the weapons. Oh, how he longed for the the weapons, his greatest
desire. Weapons that moved at lightning speed. Even though the King had given
him a sword as a gift of gratitude, he kept it locked away, and he had two reasons
for that. One because he never knew who he could trust. Garin knew that every
pirate on his crew itched to use it. And second.... well... pirates don't like
to be tied to Maraqua.
He gazed out onto the shimmering waters, while
his first mate, Jacques, walked up beside him.
"Mate, we have a problem," Jacques reported as
usual. Garin sighed, and turned to face his first mate, the thought of Scarblade
escaping his mind.
"What is it?" Jacques summoned him over to the
It was not tiny, but yet not spacious, perfect
for a medium-sized crew. Jacques opened the wooden door and nervously walked
to the chest.
"Garin... well... we..." Jacques stammered to
"What is it?" the captain asked. Jacques sighed.
"We are broke, okay!" Garin's eyes widened.
"What about our-"
"Gone. Disappeared. The dubloons we took over
the years are gone. All that are left are some markings in the wall." Jacques
led his partner over to where the gold had last been. Garin observed the markings,
which consisted of only three marks. Something inside Garin knew they were not
He backed up and sighed heavily.
"When should we tell the crew?" Jacques asked,
snapping Garin out of his thoughts.
"We are going to have to tell them sooner or
later." Garin stood up and headed for the door. "And I would rather it be later."
That night, Garin hoped a good night's rest would
clear his mind, but instead he awoke from a fitful dream. A shimmering gold
pendant hung a few feet away from him. Garin tried to grab it, but the pendent
only got farther away as Garin got closer. When finally he grabbed it, his hand
was singed. He tried to drop the burning object, but it was stuck to his hand.
Garin screamed in agony as the object burned his hand, then suddenly, it vanished,
but the pain still lingered in his hand. On his hand however, was a scar, consisting
of three marks.
That was when Garin awoke, felling slightly woozy,
and sat up, rubbing his forehead. It was hot. Scarblade. Garin dashed out of
his bed and ran to the cabin, jumping over a couple barrels that had been tossed
around during the night. He stumbled on a coil of rope, for it was too dark
to see, and the only lantern was in the cabin. Then a crack of lighting split
through the air. With even the little light that had been given, Garin could
see perfectly what was in front of him. The door was ajar, with deep slashes
all in the same arrangement as the scar in his dream. Just to be sure, Garin
checked his hand, and nothing was there.
"Good," Garin mumbled. "Jacques!" Garin shouted,
knowing his friend was in trouble. He flung what was left of the door open,
and stumbled in. Suddenly, Garin heard a deep low crackle. It was as if someone
was laughing at him, stumbling through the small cabin. Even though Garin knew
the ship like the deep engravings on dubloons, fear kept him from thinking straight,
and the cabin seemed like an endless jungle; one in which Garin could not escape.
Like he was a lost traveler, stumbling through, only to get even more lost than
before. Garin suddenly panicked. He quickly turned, trying to get to the light,
when he plunged to the ground. Something had caused him to fall. Without warning,
a dark shadowy figure approached the door. At the crack of lightning, Garin
could see just enough to tell who it was.
"Scarblade!" Garin spat the word out in distaste,
reaching for his cutlass, when he realized it was locked up. He withdrew a rusted
sword from the cabin desk, and Scarblade crackled again.
"Dear boy, I do not wish to fight, eh?" Scarblade
laughed, his chest heaving up and down. Scarblade began to stroll in when Garin
pointed his sword at the Lupe. Garin realized that something hung on Scarblade's
neck. Without thinking, Garin dove for a piece of wood and swiped it at Scarblade,
so he could reach the pendant. He was almost there when a heavy net landed on
him. Garin was instantly forced to the ground. If Garin had had enough strength
left in him, he would have been able to escape. He turned his head to see who
had thrown it. Benny.
"An unwary little feller, ain't he?" Benny asked
Scarblade, laughing. Then Garin's sight went blank and he was tumbling into
He awoke to find himself in a filthy prison cell.
Garin could tell there had been others before him, due to the repulsive smell
of death. When he sat up, the smell of rotten fish hit his nose.
"Garin?" a faint voice whispered. A shadow loomed
across the cell. He was skinny and weak, but he was still Jacques. He stumbled
over beside his friend and sat down, avoiding a spyder.
Garin patted him on the back, glad to see his
friend was fine.
"Good to see you, mate. I was worried about you."
"Aye," Jacques replied. "Same here."
There was a long, awkward silence, when finally,
Jacques broke the spell.
"Mate, it was him. He was the one who robbed
us of our dubloons." Garin, who had been lost in thought, turned to face
"I know." He turned to put his hand on the damp
ground, and quickly pulled it away.
"What's the matter?" Jacques asked, leaning over
to see what he could do. Garin pushed some fur out of his face and gazed down
to his paw.
"Oh no," Garin mumbled.
"What is it?" Jacques repeated. Garin held his
paw up to show his best mate. Just like in the dream, and the wall, and on Scarblade's
medallion, it was only three marks.
"What is it?" Jacques repeated, getting tired
of not being answered. Garin sighed. He didn't want to worry his friend.
"It's-it's-it's Scarblade's mark, well, at least
I think it is." Garin began to tell Jacques all about his dreams and his encounter
with Scarblade. He explained how he felt when he saw the door, how frightened
he was. By the time Garin had finished, it seemed as though only minutes had
gone by, but outside the brilliant yellow sun was already in the process of
"All men sleepin'," a hoarse voice yowled from
"Arr, all men asleep, all asleep!" a squeaky
voice shouted. A second later, a parrot came flying through the air.
"All men asleep," it practically screamed.
"Come on, Garin, let's get some sleep, for who
knows what will happen tomorrow." Agreeably, Garin fell into a deep slumber,
but was suddenly awaken by a hard shake on his shoulders. Garin, who was still
tired, barely opened his eyes. It was Jacques. Garin opened his mouth to ask
who in their right mind would be awake at this time, but Jacques stopped him.
He motioned for Garin to be quiet as he retrieved something from inside a coil
of rope. At first, Garin had no idea what it was until he saw it shimmer in
the light. A key! They were going to escape!
Jacques fiddled with the lock and slowly pushed
the door open. Luckily, the hinges were well oiled, so there was no extra noise.
Together, they headed for the stairway. When Garin stepped on the first stair,
it squeaked, and he quickly stepped back. And so did the next. The two friends
looked at each other, both thinking the same thing. They were going to have
to make a dash for it! It was their only hope. Once they would get up the stairs,
they would have to jump off the boat. When Jacques gave the signal, they both
ran up the rickety stairs, and dashed for the nearest route to escape. Garin
heard shouts coming from below. They would have to get off the boat, now! When
they both got to the side of the boat, they dove into the wild blue sea. Garin
retrieved the kelp necklace from his shirt and put it on. Beside him, Jacques
opened a small bottle and drank its contents. They swam deeper and deeper into
the sea; they wouldn't be safe if they stayed on the surface.
Together, they swam quickly to the ocean floor,
to the only safe place. Maraqua. Garin knew that Isca would be pleased to hear
of their arrival, and partly, Garin was glad as well. When they approached the
gates, they were greeted by two Maraquan Gelerts.
"Welcome, Garin the Foolish," the first one said,
"And welcome, Jacques the Swift," the other added.
The two were led into the city walls. It seemed so much different since they
"We need to find Isca. Do you know where we can
find her?" Garin asked a passerby.
The Jetsam looked up at Garin and nodded. "She
is with the King," he wheezed. Garin and Jacques made their way to the castle,
weaving in between many Maraquans. Luckily, Isca and the King were outside the
"Garin! Jacques!" Isca shouted as she swam over
to meet her friends. King Kelpbeard made his way behind her.
"Why, hello. What brings you two here again?"
King Kelpbeard asked.
"Aye, Scarblade, he is back," Jacques finally
answered, and Garin held up his paw.
"Garin, are you okay?" Isca asked, rushing to
"Well, I have had worse," Garin replied. They
looked at each other. "Well, we better get going." Jacques and Garin turned
"What? Aren't you going to-"
"Stay longer?" Garin asked. Isca pouted, then
muttered something under her breath. But before she could argue, Garin and Jacques
swam back to the surface.
"Just where we left her," Jacques said. Indeed,
in front of the two was the Black Pawkeet, ready for sailing. When they climbed
aboard, they were greeted by the rest of the crew.
"Where to, captain?" an orange Wocky asked.
"Well," Garin replied, "you know, I have
heard that there is a wedding on Mystery Island. All sails to Mystery Island!"
Garin shouted. Instantly, the crew set off to the ship. While Jacques and the
rest of the crew worked, Garin climbed up to the crow's nest.
"I know you are out there," Garin murmured, "and
when you find me, Scarblade, I'll be waiting."