Well, that turned up easier than expected. Turned out the Treasure was just inside the cave entrance, behind an old desk. Ozle looked at it greedily, and then looked around at all the other adventurers scouring the island, digging random holes, looking for big X’s on the ground. One was even climbing a tree. He did a quick headcount, there were far too many people here to share this with...(in reality any more than one person was far too much for Ozle, but he was still a pragmatist) He made a quick count of how many he would need to sail his ship, 13, that was lucky as it was the exact amount of people still lazing about the shore!
The first person he sought out was his trusted Lieutenant, who for now should remain nameless. This guy was above reproach as Ozle had promised him the largest share of the treasure if he got home safely. Once he was on board he rounded up a few of the closest people, they were nowhere near as trustworthy, but the quicker he got everybody on board the more people they could leave behind!
The gleam of the gold lit up the eyes of the selected few, this was everything they had been promised and more. Most of them anyway. The ship was loaded extremely quickly and the treasure safely stored away in Ozle’s cabin where he could roll about on it and generally do his best Scrooge McDuck impression. This would be more than enough to rebuild his castle, and fund some of those nefarious schemes he had lined up....oops ignore that last bit, not for your eyes.
The anchors were weighed (about 200lbs) and the ship slowly moved away from shore, the searchers on the island ran back to the beach waving their arms frantically. They were worried Ozle was going to leave with out them, something he instinctively promised he wouldn’t do. Idiots.
Back aboard the ship, life was good. The remaining crew were hard at work and the ship was on a course for home. Ozle couldn’t wait to see the faces of the people he had left, those Oland’ers would be SOOOO jealous of his new castle, he may even build it out of gold! Although he had heard bad things about gold castles and draft, so possibly not. Maybe just a big F-YOU sign right on the border.
6 nights into the journey, as he was sleeping, dreaming about having all the money and the power he could want, Ozle’s cabin door burst open! Still in a dream like state, and it was quite dark, Ozle thought this must be the harem he had been dreaming of, come to serve him breakfast in bed. Well, as you probably worked out, it wasn’t. It was a group of scallywags after his treasure!! They stabbed him a few times, someone hit him with a candlestick (seriously? Candles, on a boat?) and they left him for dead, dragging the treasure with them.
But an Ozle is never one to be left lightly, ALWAYS make sure he is properly dead before you leave him. He knew he wrote a quick letter to one of the people he still trusted, who was not amongst the knaves who did this, and made his way to the little box at the top of the ship where the wheel was. Nobody was there, which was unlikely but useful for this narrative. Deciding that if he was not getting anything out of this voyage, he would be darned if his killers would be either! Looking at the charts they were still 4 days away from safe harbour, but there was an island just on the horizon. FULL STEAM AHEAD he shouted, and swung the ship in that direction, aiming directly for the reefs. A wave caught the sip and it surged forward....somewhere in the darkness of the ship a loud bestial howl went up....
CRASH....
Dawn came, and the crew of the SS Ozle-treader came round, washed up on a deserted beach. Lying on the sand next to them was the water-bloated body of a dead Ozle, and a massive mound of treasure. Well, this was unexpected, well unless you had been on one of Ozle’s adventures before, then it was entirely expected, and quite a few had come prepared. There was of course the question of who killed Ozle, people were not really bothered about that as he was a bit of a git, but if they killed Ozle then they might kill others, and they were the others now! One of them was particularily concerned about catching Ozle’s killers considering the promise that was made to him. Plus there was a mound of treasure here, and no discernable way to get it home safely.
Of course, they were not actually alone on the island, even if they didn’t know it. The great spirit of the Volcano watched over them from the middle of the island, predictably with his fiery temper. And on the beach the ghost of the last known person to be washed up, Dsell the Hermit, was very upset about the intruders on HIS beach, scaring HIS crabs! They were sure to cause some mischief for the shipwreckee’s while they were here.
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Topic: MMMMMMMM II - Revenge of the Ozle (Day 4) (Read 117736 times)