Gramp’s Journal – Chapter 7 Excerpt
For days we
drifted in the strange fog with no wind, no sound, and no sight of the man
standing aside you. Twice I sent out longboats and twice bloodstained longboats
returned. Yet it was not that which sent the shivers down the backs of
bloodthirsty pirates. The longboats returned with half the men they left with.
Only it was to be the bottom half. Now the crew begins to blame me for the
curse we have upon us.
We have freed
ourselves of the fog but still it follows and awaits our return. It looms in
the distance and reminds us of our losses. The crew wants to head north now and
scuttle the weakly armed settlement ships. I won’t be able to hold them off for
long. They get suspicious of my reason and Scar stirs trouble in secret. Yet I
am sure her ship must be in port by now.
I am sure other
eyes have seen my words this night. Its resting place was disturbed while I was
topside during the storm. I have never seen a storm like that in all my days at
sea. The crew says it is a bad omen. Never before have we seen quiet lightning
or heard the unseen strike of it. I am sure it is the strange fog. It seems to
hold all that legends speak of.
The men now
become angered and I fear they follow Scar in secret. Jim has heard talk of
mutiny in light of the full moons rising. I have turned the Sea Hawk back
towards the fog. I have talked of settlements along the coast where it meets.
It might hold them off long enough and the fog may be our only sanctuary.
A bit of time has
passed since leaving the Sea Hawk. By a beards stubble
we drifted in the fog with no sense of direction. We did not row for fear of
what took the others. It was a cold, lifeless fog that let no sound pass our
lips or sight reach our eyes. We sat perfectly still
with arms aside to feel the man beside you. We prayed we didn’t end up like the
others but if it were to happen we all wished it to be quick. With no fresh
water we had all but given up hope.
Finally the fog
cleared and we saw the first sight of land. It was a swamp on the other side of
the fog. Quickly rowing to it we went ashore to look about. We drank of the
clear water scattered about in small puddles. Another day without it and we
might have gone mad from unbearable thirst. Finding nuts and berries we calmed
our hunger as well. Jim found an odd plant that fills our stomachs in less time
than is believable. He has named it a Fullberry
plant.
At first the
swamp looked as safe as any other I had seen but choosing to go deeper in was
almost a grave mistake. It wasn’t long before we saw them and even then I
cannot believe what my eyes had seen. These were the monsters spoken of in
whispers and bedtime stories. Yet neither late night whisper nor bedtime story
could have described the gruesome sight we saw. Half man, half beast is what
they took to being. They were wild and savage and hunted us through the
strangest swamp I had ever seen.
Luckily the path
we fled on led us to this empty cabin. It seems they fear light of any kind.
With a fire in the pit and torches ablaze outside we are sure to be safe this
night. I write while the others sleep. I think it best to keep my words unseen
if possible.
Weeks have passed
now since leaving the ship. The four of us have made it out alive. We ran into
the wall of fog as it crossed the swamp before us and seemed to move away from
our very presence. Taking to the longboat again we followed the shoreline
keeping safe distance from the fog. Yet that was to last until the first sea
monster attacked. It came with unbelievable speed and easily leapt from the
water. Had not Jim hit it with an oar we might have went topside. As it came
again and leapt up another took to swallow it whole. We knew we had to make land
quickly but the wake of the sea monster drifted us into the fog.
Luckily we
drifted back out minutes later. We saw the shoreline again but it was different
now. With the fog to our backside we knew we were outside of it and looking
left we saw the mainland straight ahead. Rowing closer we spotted a cabin along
the water’s edge. We decided it best to make camp there. I was sure we were
somewhere south of the colonies.