Mission 13 - The Riddler
Lawrence was the first to reach the deck of the tower. The instant he caught a glimpse of the pirate lord, he jumped off his feet at high speed, and landed his shoulder in to the back of Avaricia, who was scanning the island as his guards ran about in chaos. His face was the the first thing that hit - the table in front of him, that is. Lawrence, who was still at top speed, was flung over the table, and landed on his back on the floor behind the table. He seemed to be shying in pain, but his pure rage got the better of that. He scuttered to his feet quickly, picked up the wooden chair nearby, and swung it over the table, crashing it in to Avaricia's left temple, who was hunched over the table checking his mouth. The force sent his in a jerk to the railing, where he fell just short of it on to the floor. He looked dazed, scared, almost like he was on the losing side of a bar fight, which was really how Lawrence was handling this.
You all had managed to reach the deck by the time Lawrence had pretty much ran around the table to confront Avaricia. You watched quietly as Lawrence kicked Avaricia off his side, where his face lied in a pool of his own blood, and knelt on top of him to confront the pirate lord. He gripped one of the pirate's shirts and drew him close to his face. "Enough with your games, where the hell is the cargo!"
Avaricia spit up a little blood, but Lawrence just took that as a time waster, so he slapped the pirate straight across the face. "Answer!"
Avaricia coughed more, but forced an answer in between them "It's... It.. I sold.. it.."
Lawrence sat there dumbfounded, then had realized what the pirate said. So he dragged the pirate closer and whispered to the beaten, defeated face in a deep tone, "What did you say..."
"You think your the only one who wanted it?" Avaricia responded in short, rapid, exhausted bursts. "It gave me too much trouble... I had it put out on the market..."
Lawrence stood up, but not without sharing a few choice words, and then beating the pirate with his boot a little more. He stormed down the tower, back towards the beach.
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"What do you mean you can't give it to us?!" Lawrence screamed at the scared little man, obviously intimidated by the disgruntled group of pirates surrouding him.
"I simply can't!" Marsh attempted to explain. "I'm pretty sure you wouldn't even be able to pay the asking price!"
Lawrence looked as though he was challenged to a duel. "Oh really? Then why don't you just tell me what it is.." He whispered in his rough mix between an English and French accent.
"It sure doesn't look like those pocket's can boast two-hundred seventy-five thousand gold pieces!" Marsh exclaimed as though his answer gave him confidence.
You all stand there stunned as if something had blown up in your face. What could be such a value that it surpasses the value of any ship by so much? Seeing as Lawrences, now calm, mistified face, Marsh saw this as a door to continue. "Besides, we already have somebody willing to buy it."
"Who?!" Lawrence instantly asked awoken up from his daze.
"Oh, now your really asking me to go beyond my bounds! I can't tell you who bought what, that goes far beyond my bounds as a fair-minded trader. Word gets out, and it'll ruin my whole business!" Marsh protested, throwing his hands up in the air, for a brief moment, he was confident in himself.. until he saw Lawrence's pistol.
"Uhh, ok ok ok! No need to get all excited! Marsh tried to recover the mood frantically. "Well, I can't exactly tell you who it is... but I can...
tell you." And Marsh's face lit up as though he held the answer to the secret of life.
"What?" One of the pirates chimed in?
Marsh grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down what looked like a small paragraph. He shoved it in to Lawrences hands, and gently pushed him away. "Theres all you'll need... now go! Your scaring my customers!" He hurried us out, and slammed the door at our backs.
We looked down at the paper. We had no idea what it was, which was pointed out by one pirate saying "What is it?"
Lawrence tightened his eyes as he glanced closer. "... A riddle..."
"On an island, of magma and fire,
I proudly stand from its spire,
Atop of sand, painted dark,
The same shade as my wicked heart.
Objective: Decipher the riddle, and post below who you believe the riddle depicts. When the correct answer is posted, the next task will be also.
**ONLY ONE GUESS PER POST**