Crossed Swords Fighting Tournament
Oct 1, 2018 15:24:34 GMT -5
Post by Leo on Oct 1, 2018 15:24:34 GMT -5
Westly and Inigo Montoya stand at the front of a wooden ship as it cuts like a knife through the water with sails full of wind.
“This is going wonderfully,” Inigo said in his musical accent. “This new crew believes I’m the Dread Pirate Roberts.”
“Another month at sea and we’ll turn back to port,” Westly replied. “Then Fezzik can take over for me as first mate. I wish he was with us.”
“No, my friend,” Montoya said while placing a hand on Westly’s shoulder. “Someone had to stay behind and protect Buttercup in case Prince Humperdink came calling. He was glad to do it.”
Suddenly the wind died and the ship stopped in the water. The man in the crow’s nest yelled down, “Captain Roberts, there is an island in front of us. It just appeared out of nowhere.”
Westly has a quizzical look on his face, “An island? There should be no island in this channel of water according to all the maps.” “Do you see a dock,” Inigo called up.
“Yes, sir, straight ahead,” he said.
“Then break out the oars and let’s head for it,” Inigo turns to Westly. “A mysterious island is worth investigating, no. And riches could be waiting.”
“Also death and destruction could be waiting as well,” Westly stated.
“Well, I’d rather face either with nobody but you my dear friend,” Inigo responded.
The oars were out in mere minutes and the ship found its way to the dock. Montoya addressed the men assembled on deck.
“Westly and I will go to shore and see what we can find. We will comeback for a landing party, once we know it’s safe,” he said.
“I insist on going with you,” said the man from the crow’s nest. “It could be dangerous.”
“Westly and I can handle ourselves, although I understand how your Scottish blood boils for action. We are both deadly with a blade and deadlier with your blade. This shall be a find adventure for the Dread Pirate Roberts, I feel it,” Inigo responded.
Westly and Montoya exit the gangplank to a wooden dock. As soon as they turn to land they find a man in a white suit standing in front of them.
“Welcome, to Fantasy Island,” he intoned.