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The Hunt for the Black Widow C04
By Mr.Camel
The Hunt for the Black Widow
Chapter 4: Action Heroes
The Black Widow
The Black Widow calmly cruised across the warm, tropical waters of the Gulf of Mexico. The large ship moved gallantly along, the wind pushing into the sails. Onboard, Captain Darial Longsword walked aimlessly about, watching the seagulls fly over his head.
It was then that the silence was broken as the door swung open, creating a ‘Whoosh!’ effect, as Longsword called it. There would be a large gust of air as the door opened. And it made a ‘Whoosh!’ sound.
Longsword turned and looked over his shoulder to see pfcGentry standing there. PfcGentry was the sonar man, and he was very good at what he did.
“Sir, we have a Cuban destroyer coming after us. They don’t look happy,” Gentry said.
“Arr, how do you know they’re not happy, lad?” Longsword asked.
Gentry pointed back. Longsword looked to see a large ship following behind them, with at least fifty Cubans with Tommy Guns behind them.
“Arr… give SpinoMonkey the orders to fire. Now,” Longsword ordered, keeping his eyes on the enemy ship.
Gentry nodded and raced back down to inform the Battle Commander of the orders. Longsword looked to the control cabin, where Kevy Mac was using a computer to set the Black Widow’s course.
“Kevy, we be changing course!” Longsword shouted.
“Left and right, Captain. The computer doesn’t accept anything else… and we’re ready to change course, Captain!” Kevy replied.
“Aye, lad. Set course for left one hundred yards, lad!”
“Aye, Captain. Course is set!”
Longsword reached into his holster and grabbed the .45 Colt. He loaded the gun and turned to look back at the enemy. He then realized that the pistol would not be good at such far range. Longsword turned and raced towards SpinoMonkey, the Battle Commander.
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The Beautiful Dandelion
Martin Randle walked up the stairs to the deck; it was getting very hot down there. He was suddenly grabbed by the wrists and pushed down the stairs. Randle looked up to see Sergeant Majestic-1 standing at the top holding a Berretta 9mm pistol.
“Stay below deck, old man. You’re not allowed up unless you have a gun,” Majectic-1 said.
“Then give me a gun,” Randle demanded.
“No. Find one yourself,” Majestic-1 suggested.
“This is a cruise ship… where am I going to find a gun?”
“It’s not my problem,” Majestic-1 said, walking away.
And so Martin began on his search for a gun… he had to escape the heat.
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The Black Widow
“Spino, give me a gun, lad! The Cubans are coming! The Cubans are coming!” Longsword demanded.
“Yes, Mr. Gentry informed me of this. Will an M-16 be enough, Captain?” SpinoMonkey asked.
“Aye,” Longsword said, taking the American assault rifle and loading the clip into the gun.
“Captain, how many men do you want fighting on deck?”
“As many as possible, lad. And keep some with the cannons, too,” Longsword responded.
“Aye, Captain,” answered SpinoMonkey.
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Dolphin Deluxe Hotel, Miami
Dark Hunter awoke and walked into the dining area where, he found his comrades eating waffles, bacon and… donuts… huge, powdered donuts… with sprinkles on them. Yum… donuts…
Dark Hunter shook his head and stopped drooling. He sat down next to Guilty Spark, who was drinking orange juice.
“Hey, Dark Hunter,” Guilty Spark said.
“Good morning, mate,” said Dark Hunter.
“Want a donut?” Guilty Spark offered.
“Sure, I love donuts!”
“Well, what’s the magic word?” Guilty Spark asked.
“Uh… please?”
“Nope.”
“Abra-kadabra?”
“Nope.”
“Give me the donut or else?” Dark Hunter asked, raising a pistol.
“Close enough,” Guilty Spark trembled, handing over the donut.
“That’s what I thought,” Dark Hunter said, taking a large bite out of the donut.
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Beautiful Dandelion
Martin Randle was overwhelmed by the heat; it never got this hot in Britain. He was guessing it was about ninety-five degrees. And a gun was nowhere to be found. But maybe…
Martin Randle walked into the ship’s cafeteria to find four of the soldiers eating in there: Raptor Dude, Evolutiosaurus, Nick Zravre, and Hockey Dude. Their M-16s lay on the floor, next to Evolutiosaurus.
Martin Randle abruptly charged into the room, screaming, “Everything you know is wrong!”
The soldiers, confused, turned their heads to see what was going on. They saw the British tourist run up and grab one of the guns. He fumbled with it for several seconds before holding it up and looking at the soldiers, who looked right back.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Raptor Dude asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Wouldn’t you like to know!” said Randle.
“Yes, actually, we would,” said Hockey Dude.
“Well… I’m going to mutiny and take control of the ship, if you must know,” Randle said.
“Hmm… seize him!” Nick Zravre ordered.
Randle grabbed the other three guns and ran. He was almost at the exit. Randle looked back to see that the soldiers were gaining on him. He fired back with one of the assault rifles. There was screaming behind him. Randle turned his head to see that the soldiers had stopped. Evolutiosaurus lay on the ground, bleeding all over the floor.
“Are you ok?” Hockey Dude said.
“I think I’m deaf from the neck up, sir,” Evolutiosaurus announced.
“Oh… will you be able to fight any more?” Hockey Dude asked.
“What? What was that?”
“WILL YOU BE ABLE TO FIGHT ANYMORE?” Hockey Dude asked again.
Evolutiosaurus suddenly slumped over. He lay in a puddle of blood, dead.
“NOOOO!!!” Raptor Dude screamed.
“We must avenge our comrades death!” Hockey Dude announced, taking out a pistol.
“Actually, sir, I’m not quite dead yet,” Evolutiosaurus said, beginning to get up.
“Oh… then… we must avenge our comrades mortal injury!” Hockey Dude said.
“Actually, I think I might live sir,” Evolutiosaurus said.
Raptor Dude kicked Evolutiosaurus in the head, and Evolutiosaurus toppled over, dead.
“And we will now avenge our comrades death!” Hockey Dude said, running towards Martin Randle, who had watched the whole thing.
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Black Widow
SpinoMonkey was walking along the second floor, seeing how many cannons were being operated.
“Spino, report to deck now!” SpinoMonkey heard a voice shout.
SpinoMonkey made his way up to the deck and saw about fifteen men with guns standing up there.
“Where is the Captain?” SpinoMonkey asked.
“He’s over, sir,” one of the men said, pointing.
SpinoMonkey recognized the man as the ship’s engineer, Hunter2.0. He looked in the direction the engineer was pointing and saw Longsword standing there, talking to the navigator, Kevy Mac. SpinoMonkey ran over to join him.
“Captain, I am here,” SpinoMonkey said.
“I see that, lad,” Longsword said. “I want you to stay up here and command the men, lad.”
“Aye, sir,” SpinoMonkey said joyfully.
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Dolphin Deluxe Hotel
Rick Arnold, Mr. Camel, Dark Hunter, and Guilty Spark were walking out of the hotel. While washing dishes, they had decided that they might as well rent a boat.
“ITIA checking out,” Rick said to the clerk, continuing on.
The four agents stepped out onto the street. Suddenly Guilty Spark realized something.
“Uh, Rick, we don’t have a car,” Guilty Spark said, alarmed.
“Oh, but we do,” Rick grinned grabbing the crowbar from under his jacket.
Rick scanned the parking lot and found a nice black Chevy Suburban. Rick walked up to the driver’s side door, the other three men following behind him. Rick raised the crowbar and struck it against the window, shattering the glass. He scraped the rest of the glass off of the sides.
“Um, you just wrecked my car!” a man said from behind Rick.
He turned to see a man and his family standing there, watching Rick steal the car.
“Sir, we are commandeering your vehicle for a top secret mission,” Rick said, reaching into his pocket. “And here is fifty-thousand dollars to pay for a new vehicle.”
“Th-Th-Thank you,” the man said, trembling as he took the check.
“Don’t spend it all in one place,” Rick smirked.
He then proceeded to reach through the window and unlock the door.
“Guilty Spark, hotwire it,” Rick instructed.
“Uh, you can have the keys,” the man said, reaching into his pocket.
“Thanks,” Guilty Spark said, taking the keys.
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Beautiful Dandelion
Martin Randle sprinted down the halls of the ship; three soldiers following close behind. He fired back, but didn’t hit any of the soldiers this time. He looked back down the hall to see light from the stairway ahead; it was like the light at the end of the tunnel.
THUD! Randle fell to ground, two of the guns clattering to the ground, the other still in his hand. He immediately spun around and aimed it at the three oncoming soldiers, holding them off. He then took a quick glance to his side to see what he had run into. Dr. Junkee lay on the floor next to him, dazed.
“Mr. Randle, you are under arrest for mutiny,” Hockey Dude said, approaching.
Randle aimed the M16 right into the center of Hockey Dude’s forehead, stopping him from moving any further forward.
“I’ll shoot you if you move even a millimeter,” Randle said.
Next to him, Junkee began to awaken. Randle slid a gun towards him.
“What happened?” Junkee asked.
“You ran into me,” Martin said.
“No, you ran into him!” Raptor Dude objected.
“No, they ran into each other!” Nick Zravre claimed.
“Just grab a gun and run!” Martin Randle shouted, getting on his feet and running.
Randle reached the top of the stairs. Majestic-1 stepped out, about to push Randle back down the stairs. Before he could, Martin hit him over the head with the butt of the M16. Majestic-1 collapsed to the floor. Martin looked up and squinted at the sun. He suddenly heard heavy breathing behind him. Randle prepared the gun and turned his head to see who it was. Martin Randle relaxed; it was Junkee.
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Black Widow
The fifteen men stood on the deck of the Black Widow, carrying an assortment of firearms. The sun beamed down on the deck, and smoke began to rise off of the planks of wood.
SpinoMonkey looked at the Cuban destroyer. It was now floating right next to the Black Widow.
“Captain, I request permission to fire,” SpinoMonkey shouted.
“Arr, permission granted, lad,” Longsword said.
“Fire cannons, NOW!” SpinoMonkey shouted.
The cannons fired, leaving large holes in the Cuban destroyer. The Cubans threw several grenades over before their ship suddenly disappeared into the sea. There was screaming from both forces; the Cubans were drowning and the pirates were being blown up by the grenades.
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A Boat Rental Place, north of Miami, Florida
The four agents jumped out of the Chevy, slamming the door closed behind them. There were boats in the water everywhere. Rick led them to the closest boat.
“Excuse me, can we rent this boat?” Rick asked.
One of the men on the boat looked up. He had a long, thin mustache.
“First, you must complete our quest,” the man said in a high-pitched voice.
“What is this quest?” Mr. Camel asked.
“First, you must bring us a hundred bags of those itsy-bitsy marshmallows that you put into the hot chocolate… they’re so cute!” the man said.
“Alright… what’s next?” Dark Hunter asked.
“Next, you must find… a redwood tree. It must be a redwood tree, no other tree will do. If you find us any tree other than a redwood tree, it will be deemed insufficient. A redwood tree it must be,” the man continued.
“This is Florida, there are no redwood trees!” Guilty Spark said.
“That is why you must find a redwood tree, and why no other tree will be sufficient,” the man said.
“Well, is that it?” Rick asked.
“No, the final part is that you must carve a ramp out of the redwood tree… with toothpicks!” the man said, waving a handful of toothpicks around.
“Why a ramp?” Camel asked.
“We have been stuck in this ship for fifteen years, and—”
“And you will continue to be stuck in that ship,” Rick said. “Come on, let’s check the next ship.”
“NOOO!!! WE NEED YOU!!!” the man begged.
They continued to the next ship.
“Hello, may we rent you ship?” Camel asked.
“No,” the man inside said.
“We have money!” Guilty Spark offered.
“How much?”
“We can only give you a thousand, we must save the rest,” Rick said.
“More,” the man in the boat said.
Rick led the other agents onward to the next ship.
“Ok, this is making me very unhappy. I’m just going with my crowbar and I’ll take the captain hostage until he gives us a ride,” Rick whispered.
“Should we watch?” Guilty Spark asked.
“Go ahead.”
Rick Arnold removed the crowbar from his utility belt and jumped into the ship. He swung his crowbar at everyone he saw, making his way to the captain’s room. When he arrived the room was empty.
“Where is the captain?” Rick asked.
A man suddenly rushed into the room.
“You murderer! You killed half our crew and injured our captain!” the man screamed.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to injure the captain,” Rick said.
“You didn’t mean to injure him?!?! You struck him over the head with a crowbar!” the man yelled.
“Oh dear, will he be alright?” Rick asked gravely.
“I doubt it… oh well, this means I become captain! Thank you!” the man said.
“Oh, well that’s good. I’m Rick Arnold, what’s your name?” Rick said.
“I am now Captain Dac!” the new captain said.
“Oh, that’s nice. Can my comrades and I go on a voyage?”
“To where?” Captain Dac asked, eager to sail his first voyage as captain.
“We need to protect a ship from the Cuban Navy,” Rick answered.
“Yes, we will do it for five-hundred dollars,” Dac answered.
“It’s a deal,” Rick said extending his hand.
“Good, now go get your friends,” Dac smiled, shaking Rick’s hand.
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Black Widow
SpinoMonkey walked along the deck, looking at his now dead comrades. The grenades killed eight out of fifteen men, and one other died of natural causes (A rather large whale leapt from the sea, over the boat. One man struck by the beast’s tail, and he died shortly after.) .
PFCGentry picked up the weapons that the men had dropped. Captain Longsword jotted down the battle results in his journal. Kevy Mac continued to navigate the Black Widow north.
Thanks to SpinoMonkey for help with the trees! =)
Comments are appreciated!
5/18/2004 7:53:11 PM
(Updated: 5/18/2004 7:54:36 PM)
(Updated: 5/18/2004 7:55:02 PM)
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