The Mysteries of Devil's Anvil

[KeeperOfTheCode]

You implied it. The only grotto on Devil's Anvil is Barbossa's Grotto, and the pirate said it was 'his grotto'.

[David Stormrage]

Ah but it's a story. It could have happened before Barbossa or after Barbossa. It might not even follow the game's rules.

[KeeperOfTheCode]

True enough. Carry on.

[CaptainMonkeys]

Originally Posted by David Stormrage

Ah but it's a story. It could have happened before Barbossa or after Barbossa. It might not even follow the game's rules.

Thanks, and you may be right!

I'm on a trip for about a week or so, so I won't be able to write another chapter for a little while.

[CaptainMonkeys]

BUMP! Soon enough I'll be writing another chapter, but maybe later.

~CM

[CaptainMonkeys]

Chapter Three

"Hello, Grace..." the mist said.

"Wh-who are you??" Grace stuttered, frightened by the speaking mist.

"I am but a spirit. I have come to warn ye... This grotto be cursed! Every full moon, this grotto turns blood red.. and The Master comes to perform his rituals here... I suggest you leave, as the full moon be tonight..."

"NO! I just chased that pirate out of here, crashed my ship on this barren island, and who is this "Master" you speak of? HUH?"

"I must not speak his name.. for, if he even finds out that I be tellin' ye this, I will be seperated from me spirit form...

"What? What are you saying?! I demand an answer!"

"I would if I could but I can't so I won't. Although, I can tell ye this. Below the gold pile over thar," he pointed, "be a whole stock of Invisibility potions. The previous owner of this here grotto used them every full moon.."

"Potions?? Seriously?! I come here, chase a pirate out of here..."

"I know. But I can only warn ye. From here on out..." The spirit got cut off. Grace looked out through the entrance of the grotto. It was orange outside.

"Sunset.." she muttered, digging through the pile of gold that covered the invisibility potions. "I'll regret this one day..." The potion engulfed her body, and she started coughing, trying to swallow it. The sun set.

In her ear, she heard:


Every full moon.
The master must come.
To this poor grotto.
That holds spirits, some.

Some seek answers.
Some seek treasure.
Some seek weapons.
Some seeks pleasure.

This grotto.
Fairly found.
Must be lit.
From roof to ground.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she wondered aloud. Then she got her answer. A beam of moonlight bounced off the entrance of the cave, ricocheting around the entire room. It reflected off the pieces of gold, water, and strangely the cave walls. When the light stopped reflecting, it turned blood-red. Grace, invisibly hidden in the corner, caught a scream. A man, clothed with fur of wolves, head of bear, and tail of scorpions, strided into the room.

"Ah. This be what I wait for, every Moon Cycle. This be it," he muttered. He walked to the center of the room. He placed some twigs in the center of the room, muttered an incantation of some sort, and the small twigs burst into flames. He swiped at a pile of gold, sending gold flying into the fire. Grace held back a yell. "What be this I hear? A human, perhaps? Oh, this will go well with my collection..." he walked straight at Grace. Right before he got there, some gold fell on the opposite side of the room. His attention was diverted by the gold avalanche, so he went back to his work. The flames grew larger, turning the room a darker shade of red. Mist filled the cave, causing the entire room un-seeable.

"Leave while you can.." Grace heard in her ear. "This may be your only chance, as your potion be about to wear off..."

Grace felt a cough coming on, so she fled from the cave through the mist, searching for the entrance without a sound. As soon as she burst from the mist-filled cave, she started coughing uncontrollably. "Aye, I be right. There WAS a human in my cave. Hello, young lady...."

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That's the end of chapter three! Hope ya like it!

[Ropeburn]

. _ . NICE STORY!!!! I like the forshadowing there

[CaptainMonkeys]

Thanks, I do my best

[CaptainMonkeys]

Chapter Four

"Aye, I be right. There WAS a human in my cave. Hello, young lady...." the distorted animal said. "Ye shall be a nice addition to me collection!"

"Wh-what? What collection? I'm no pirate..." Grace stuttered, frightened.

"Aye, ye will be great for it!" he exclaimed. He took out a staff of four sticks that twisted around each other, with a green orb perched carefully on top. "Now, I must.. er.. sacrifice yer soul so I may have yer body." He raised the staff, and a black hole started forming at the top of it. Grace pulled out, without thinking, her two pistols, loaded them with a steel bullet, and shot at the orb at the top. The world seemed to slow down as the black hole's power increased. She started gasping for breath. Grace felt weak, and she fainted from the overpowering power of the black hole. The last thing she heard was the *SNAP* of wood.

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"That poor soul.. will she wake up soon?"
"Shhhh.. she needs to rest.."
"But.."
"I don't care if your pie is burning, we must stay near!"

"Erm..." Grace muttered.

"She's awaking!'
"That's a surprise, she must have a pure soul if she was to survive that horrid beast he summoned..."

"What beast? Who are you?" Grace demanded, groggy from her passing out.

"Shh... you need to rest."
"Why can't we tell her who we are?"
"All will be explained in good time.. In good time, my dear Grace. Now rest."

"I will not! Tell me who you are!" Grace yelled as loud as she could, half-asleep.

"Can't we tell her?"
"No. We must wait. This is something she must figure out herself."
"But.. what if.."
"That can't happen." Grace felt her eyes grow heavier than they were on those words, and she passed out once again.

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That's chapter four! Please post comments, I need feedback! Hopefully, if I feel up to it, I will write chapter five.

[Jose HookHound]

nice ill be waiting for the next chapter !!

[CaptainMonkeys]

Thanks, I can't wait to write more!

[CaptainMonkeys]

Chapter Five

Grace woke up, lying down on the cave floor. "How did I get here?" Grace wondered aloud. She stood up, slowly, as to not fall over. She walked over to the small stream running along the cave and got something to drink. Surprisingly, it was safe. She grabbed a pistol from a pile of pistols in the corner and strided outside into the sunlight. It was brighter than usual.

She pulled out her pistol, loaded it with a couple shots, and wandered around the beach, shooting crabs whenever she came across them. She was collecting the crab meat. It wasn't the most appealing choice, but it was all she had. She gathered up the meat and returned to her cave. She started a fire and cooked the crab meat. Surprisingly, it was the best thing she had tasted. (She was really hungry.)

When she finished her meal, she stepped outside the cave. She looked at where she was faced with the challenge the night before. There lay four sticks, in perfect shape. She picked them up, and returned to her cave.

It was a cold day that day, even though the sun was out. She had to keep a fire roaring, or she would freeze. The cave didn't help either. Caves are always cold, and the fact that it was a windy day didn't make it any better.

She placed the four sticks in the fire. She left the cave to go find more sticks. When she returned to the entrance of the cave, she saw it was smoking. "NO! Don't burn!!" She ran inside as fast as lightning, ran to the stream, got some water, and threw it at the fire. That just made it burn harder. "NO! Not now!!" The smoke was getting thicker, and Grace started coughing. "No! This is the only place I have to live on this forsaken island!!"

She ran outside, yelling in anger at how she could just leave the fire roaring like that. Coughing, she fell to the sand. "Wait a minute.. this is where I was yesterday..." She ran her finger under the sand, and found the four sticks she put into the fire under a thin layer of sand. "What... didn't I.. burn these?" She picked up the sticks, and tried to twist them together. That's when she saw that there was a piece of paper on the sand.

"Only those of true spirit may twist these."

"What's tha supposed to mean?" She twisted the sticks together. They went easily, and stuck. A green mist surrounded her.

"Ah, finally! I can breathe! Hello, Pure of Spirit..."

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Not much happened, but TRUST ME! It will speed up.

You might even get to see a little or

[Jose HookHound]

AWESOME!!! anticipating the next part keep it up !!

[CaptainMonkeys]

Thanks! I'll write more later today... or tomorrow.