[Tiberius Fireskull]

Just finished Chapter 6




Chapter 6: The Cave


After another hour of walking, Davy stood at the base of the island’s mountain. He looked up at it. The mountain was at least two and a half kilometers high. The mountain was mostly made of some sort of grey rock, probably granite. There were very few plants growing on the mountain, giving a much more menacing look. Davy could see no ways to get into it around the outside. It was just one large piece of rock.

If this mountain is so tall, shouldn’t it be visible to passing sailors? Davy wondered. Why is it that nobody has ever been to this island… other than all those Spanish conquistadors who now serve Jolly Roger. Something isn’t right…

Davy walked around the base of the mountain, searching for any sort of doorway, or cave entrance. After about a half hour of searching, he couldn’t find anything. Davy tried blasting the mountain with voodoo magic, but the mountain didn’t crack at all. Just as Davy was about to give up, he noticed something in the wall of the mountain. He went over for a closer look. It was a faded, but still visible if you looked closely, engraving into the mountain. It read:

If you are reading this, then that means that you have been stranded on this mysterious island. If you want to continue living, leave this island now! The island is cursed! At the very heart of this mountain lies a treasure that can make someone invincible, undefeatable, godly, but it is cursed. If you take it away from its resting place, you will lose your mortality, and walk the Earth as the undead. Do not, I repeat, do not, enter the mountain, for nobody who has been foolish or brave enough to enter has ever returned alive.

Davy read the engraving again several more times. Then he looked around him. The cave entrance would be around him somewhere. He was never one for following directions. He read the part about him becoming invincible, undefeatable, and godly again. If he could get this treasure, whatever it was, perhaps it could help him to defeat Jolly Roger, save the Caribbean from his evil reign, and avenge his loved ones who were killed by him. Davy searched for any hint of where the cave entrance was. After another half hour of searching, he gave up. He sat down, and leaned his back against the mountain. And then his body fell through the rock.

“Gahh!!! What in Davy Jones’ Locker?!” Davy cried out. He looked in front of him, facing out towards the jungle. There was no wall in front of him. He got up and walked towards the jungle. Then he turned around and faced the mountain. All he saw was solid rock. He walked towards it, and stuck his hand out towards the area where he fell through. Sure enough, his hand went straight through it. Davy raised his eyebrow. Then he walked through the wall, and into the mountain’s cave.

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Davy looked around the tunnel he had just entered. It went straight forward off into the darkness. He looked around him. The walls were barren granite, almost identical to the outside, except for some moisture. Davy walked down the tunnel, then heard a grating sound, and then a loud boom. He turned around, and saw that the tunnel had closed behind him. There was no turning back now. Davy pulled out his staff, which had been whittled more over time to look like the end of it was a sort of a claw, with its fingers curved as if it were holding a sphere. Davy used his voodoo powers to summon a ball of light that followed him wherever he went. It lit the area around him, as well as about 30 meters ahead of him. Then he began his journey into the heart of this mysterious mountain.

Davy walked down for what seemed like hours, even though it was only about fifteen minutes. The tunnel didn’t change direction, or branch off. Even the walls stayed the same grey granite. Davy thought that the tunnel was cursed, and would never end, but just as he thought of that, he saw a small glimmer in the distance. He picked up his pace, and moved quickly toward it. He came to a fork in the road, and in the middle of the fork was a burning torch. The fire gave off much more light than it probably should have. Then again, a torch like that should have been burnt out long ago.

Which way do I choose…? Davy asked himself.

He looked down both ways. They both went in one direction, straight forward, before sloping downward. Davy pulled out a coin that he had found on the beach of the island.

“Heads I go right, tails I go left,” he said to himself.

It landed tails. Davy picked up his coin and walked to the left tunnel. Davy kept walking, and the tunnel sloped downward. It was lit by the same torches that he saw previously. Then the tunnel opened up into a large cavern. There were at least five other tunnels branching off from the cavern. Davy looked up. The roof of the cave was at least a kilometer above him. Stalactites dangled from the roof, and several stalagmites jutted out from the ground.

Davy walked out into the middle of the cave. Then he heard a laughing sound. He turned around, and spotted a pair of Undead Conquistadors at the entrance of one of the tunnels. One was equipped with a pair of rusty swords, and the other had a large belt of throwing knives. Davy looked around and saw more skeletons moving towards him. He pulled out his sword, and charged at the first pair of skeletons he saw.

The one with the knives started throwing several at him, but Davy deflected them using his sword. He reached the skeleton, and brought his sword down towards his head. The skeleton blocked with a dagger, and swung it towards his stomach. Davy dodged backwards, and then rolled behind the skeleton with the knives as another his sword at his back. Davy stabbed his rusty sword into a chink in the Conquistador’s armor, and then decapitated the other skeleton.

Then he turned and faced the other advancing skeletons. He charged at them. One of the undead swung a broadsword at him, and Davy parried it with his cutlass. He leaped backward, and looked at his sword. There was a large crack going down the blade; it wouldn’t be able to take another hit. Davy threw the useless blade to the side, and pulled out his staff. He shot a powerful ball of voodoo energy into one of the skeletons, blasting him and skeletons nearby off to the sides. Davy then lifted up another skeleton, and sent him flying through a stalagmite, shattering his armor, and breaking his bones. Then he lifted up a boulder, and sent it flying into another group of skeletons.

Davy looked around for more skeletons, and spotted one last one. This one was very heavily armored, and was armed with a spiked whip. The undead Conquistador grinned, showing off his rotten teeth. It ran towards him, and lashed out the whip. Davy dodged to the side. The skeleton whipped at him again, and latched onto his staff. It yanked it away from him, and he threw it off to the side. As Davy was distracted, the skeleton charged at him, his whip in one hand, and a battle dagger in the other. He whipped at Davy again, and Davy moved to the side. Then he swung his dagger down at Davy, and Davy blocked with his own knife. Davy repulsed him with voodoo energy (causing the skeleton to drop his weapons), dashed towards him, and grabbed him. Davy flew up with him towards the ceiling, and while he was in the air, slashed him across the face with his dagger. Then, while the skeleton was dazed, sent him flying with full force towards the ground. The skeleton shattered into pieces when he hit the ground.

Davy landed back on the ground safely. Where would I be without my new voodoo powers? he said to himself.

Then he looked around him. Another problem had arisen. Which tunnel should he take? Then, as if triggered by the death (for lack of a better word) of the undead leader, all of the tunnels entrances were closed by rock. Except for one. Davy picked up his staff, and walked towards it, and peered into the tunnel. It was also lit by torches, and extended for a long distance. He walked down it.

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About two hours later, Davy had traveled several kilometers down the tunnel. Along the way, he had come into a few smaller openings, fought several more skeletons, and had dodged falling stalactites. Finally, he neared the end of the tunnel. He exited the tunnel, and gasped.

He had entered a large, circular cavern, almost as large as the cavern where he had fought the skeleton with the whip. This one had torches lining the edges. There were carvings along the walls. Scenes of death, power, battles, and more. There were pillars going around the cave, also with carvings and torches.

But all this didn’t have Davy’s attention. What he was looking at was in the center of the cave. It was a large, marble coffin. The room he was in was a burial chamber, and this whole cave system, was a gigantic tomb.