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Ricky of Kokiri · #12 [ ] 10-14-2006, 12:03 AM

“How are you able to see?” Alvin asked as he made his way to the door.

Ginger chuckled. “I’m a cat, remember? Cats see in the dark.”

Alvin smiled. “Heh. That’s a nice benefit.”

“Yeah… watch out- you’re about to walk into the wall.”

Alvin stopped short, and, following Ginger’s directions, turned and went through the door. Weaver followed behind. They made their way down a hall and into a room; Ginger pointed out a lamp, which Alvin lighted, allowing him to see.

The room was full of bags of treasure. Jewelry, money, gold, and various pieces of armor and weapons were piled all over the place. Alvin stared at it all for a bit. “Wow… that’s a lot of stuff…” he murmured.

“We’re only here to find your stuff,” Ginger said. “If we take anything else, we’ll be no better than these thieves.”

“But look at all the money!” Weaver protested. “We could travel in style!”

Alvin and Ginger glared at him. The raccoon scowled, but went silent. “How are we going to find the dagger?” Alvin asked.

Ginger jumped off his shoulder and walked to a bag; she ripped it open, and a whole bunch of gold and daggers poured out. Alvin and Weaver cringed at the racket. “Weaver, stand guard,” Alvin said. Weaver nodded and left the room, while Alvin and Ginger began examining the daggers, looking for the one Abraham had given them. The search went long into the night, and they became more and more frustrated as time went on. A large pile of daggers had formed in the center of the room as they looked, and the racket was enough to wake the thieves had they not drunken themselves into a stupor.

Finally, Alvin gave a cheer, holding up the dagger. “Yes!” Ginger exclaimed. “Now, grab some armor and lets get out of here!”

Alvin rummaged for some armor that could fit him; once he suited up, he and Ginger left the room. Weaver joined them in the hall, and they crept towards the front door.

“Hey! What the hell is going on here?!” one of the men shouted, stumbling out of his room. “Get back here, ye rats!”

Alvin and Weaver broke into a run, Ginger sitting on Alvin’s shoulder. They dashed out of the house; using the light of the lantern, Alvin could see that they were standing on a small piece of dry land in the middle of the swamp; there was a catwalk that extended over the muck. The three of them ran around the side of the house, where they found the horses tethered to a pole. Alvin quickly spotted theirs, and untied the rope as Weaver and Ginger climbed on. Alvin mounted as well, and nudged the horse into a brisk trot, leading it down the catwalk.

Behind them, the men bellowed and cursed as they scrambled to grab weapons while fighting off their hangovers. They mounted their horses, and took off after the travelers. Having more experience with the catwalk, they quickly closed in. “What do we do?” Alvin asked, his heart pounding. “We can’t go any faster without risking falling in!”

“Not to worry! The heroic raccoon is going to fight the bandits single-handedly and save the day!” Weaver proclaimed. Then, before Alvin or Ginger could react, he jumped off the horse and disappeared into the night.

“Weaver!” Ginger called. “Come back! You can’t-”

A loud crack, like that of wood, sounded out through the night. It was followed shortly by another crack, and another. This continued for a moment, until the cracks were drowned out by the shouts and curses of the thieves and the protests of their steeds. Alvin and Ginger kept going, listening as the din got further and further away.

“What, they stopped?” Alvin wondered.

“Yeah… what did Weaver do?”

Alvin slowed their horse down to a walk, and they went on in silence, listening closely for any sign of Weaver, or of the thieves catching up. The only sounds were those of the horse’s hooves hitting the wooden planks of the catwalk. The sky got lighter as the dawn approached, and still they went on, unable to sleep, and determined to get out of the swamp no matter what. When things became light enough for them to make out the catwalk ahead, Alvin put out the lamp.

The silence was finally broken by the sound of loud singing, coming from behind them. Alvin and Ginger looked back, trying to see who it was, but the lone figure was too far back for them to really make out. The voice, however…

“How did he handle them all by himself?” Alvin asked.

“I have no idea,” Ginger said. “Stop the horse.”

Alvin nodded, and pulled on the reins, causing their steed to come to a stop. They waited several moments as Weaver, and the singing got closer, until Weaver finally caught up to them. He stopped singing and grinned. “So! Did the hero save the day or what?”

“How did you do it?” Ginger asked.

Weaver did a little jig before climbing up onto the horse. “I tore up a large section of the catwalk. Into the muck they fell! Bwah ha ha ha! It’s not easy to force your steeds to run through this swamp, apparently. You learn something new every day!”

Alvin smiled. “Great job, Weaver.”

“However, I haven’t eaten anything in over a day, and I’m getting quite tired of this place, so how about getting out of here and finding some breakfast?” Weaver suggested.

“Oh man, same here,” Ginger said. “Let’s go!”

Alvin flicked the reins, and the horse continued on. “By the way, what happened? I mean, how did you find me and everything?”

“Well, the thieves found us last night. Don’t know how… I guess one of them was foraging or something,” Ginger said. “They grabbed you, and woke me up. How on earth did you sleep through that, anyway? I scratched them up a bit, but they flung me into the swamp. I couldn’t really fight the muck, but Weaver had been watching from the tree, and he grabbed me. We saw which direction the thieves went with you, and followed. We found the hut kinda late yesterday.

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