Pumpkin Island Page #5

Writing stories is my passion in life! It feels wonderful to create something new out of imagination. So, when a boy named Jake sails out to sea on a dare and shipwrecks on a mysterious island, it's the start of a unique and entrancing tale.

• Fantasy
• Fiction
• Humour
• Action and Adventure

								

She looked quite proud of her little story.
“Wait, WHAAAAA?”
“Well, technically he said I was an ‘Immortal Figure,’ and told me that I was not supposed to exit the mortal world. Then he booted me all the way down the stairway to heaven.”
She turned around to put the wall on and I indeed saw some very godly boot marks on her pants.
“Wait, you’re a god? That would explain you not knowing where you are, who you are, and how long you’ve been here!”
“I know, right? Anyways, If we’re going to escape, we’d better get building!” 
She was right.
We worked on and on until nightfall, and when we finally finished we were unable to get more than three hours of sleep. But me and Belle’s minds giddy with the thought of escape, and Uncle Bob’s mind giddy with tacos, we didn’t care.


Day Seven

I woke up quivering with excitement. I was ready to leave this little pile of pebbles! Then I felt a bunch of cold water hit me in the face.
“Uncle Bob! What did you have to do that for?!?”
“Let’s go! We were ready two hours ago!”
“Yeah, sleepyhead!”
I walked onto the beach, squinting in the bright morning sun. my eyes met a fantastic sight. There stood our own homemade submarine!
 One by one, giddy with happiness, we climbed in, Uncle Bob bringing up the rear. He pushed the submarine out to sea, climbed in and latched the door.
The submarine bobbed up and down merrily. None of us had eaten since yesterday, but we were too excited to care.
“Belle, you’re going to be amazed at how good the food is in the real world! One more of those eggs and I’d have thrown up!”
Belle was the happiest of us all. She was jumping round and about, a giant grin on her face. But after fifteen minutes, we were all getting a bit tired.
Then, without warning, the wall next to me burst open! Water was flowing into the submarine.
The next thing we knew, we were wet up to the ankles!
“Uncle Bob!” I cried. I grabbed him, which was quite difficult, considering his weight, and shoved his butt into the hole.
Immediately, the water stopped coming in. KABOOM! KACRASH! Two more holes burst open in two more different places.
“Change of plans! GET OUT AND SWIM TO THE SURFACE, EVERYONE!”
As the sea swallowed up the rest of the air in the submarine, three figures popped their heads up in the middle of the ocean.
“Brrr, it’s cold!” Exclaimed Uncle Bob.
“Hey, look!”
A ferry was swimming towards us.  I started waving.
“HELP! HELP! Guys, c’mon, join me!”
Uncle Bob seemed to realize what I was doing and followed suit with a squeaky voice.
“HELP! HELP! I need a burrito!!!”
Not exactly what I was hoping for, but it did have the desired effect.
We heard a sailorman cry, “MEN OVERBOARD!”, and before we knew it, we were getting picked up on an inflatable boat. I was so happy that I didn’t care about my mom ripping off my head for losing my shoes anymore.
Belle stood there, mouth open, unable to take in what was happening. 
To be fair, the ferry WAS quite large, almost like a cruise ship. Then, without warning, she started jumping up round and about.
The second we stepped foot on the deck, a chubby man waddled over to us.
“Are you okay? What happened?” He said in a flustered voice. “You guys look like you’ve been run over by a hundred batches of salmon! You must have quite the interesting story!”
I laughed, almost hysterically.
“Oh, believe me, we do.”

The End





Epilogue

The next day when I woke up in one of the ferry’s beds, I couldn’t find Belle anywhere. When I saw Uncle Bob in the kitchen, his eyes were red and puffy.
In his hands, he was holding a book labeled Ancient Mythology, with the following script:

And one day, when the silver-haired goddess sails out with her two accomplices, the rest of the gods will appear to her and  un-banish her from her infinite imprisonment, leaving her free. 

And scribbled under that page was a little note:

Sorry guys, I gotta go! I need to find this “fudge” and put it in a ‘‘microwave’’! 

-Belle




                                            
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