Chapter Thirty-Seven
The next morning. They weren't sure if it was morning or
not, because the sky was always bright, lit by an invisible sun that always
kept the land the same temperature, night or day. It was a kind of paradise
weather wise, even if some of its inhabitants were a bit strange or violent.
Jimbo was relieving himself, when he exclaimed loudly,
causing everyone to come running. He hurriedly zipped up, then pointed to a
scroll behind a rock nearby.
Samuel whipped it up and Nanny almost collided with him,
trying to read it over his shoulders.
"What's it say?"
"I don't know." Samuel said, as he unwrapped the
scroll. It looked quite old. It had been carefully wrapped in an airtight,
oiled leather container, which had lettering of its own on it. It was about ten
inches long and six thick.
"Let me." Nanny said, taking the script.
"It's French."
"Verne." Jimbo said, coming over to look for
himself.
"Yes. It says so here." Nanny said, pointing to a
scroll at the beginning of it. "I've seen his handwriting before. It's
definitely his."
"What's it say? Jimbo asked.
Samuel stepped back to let the two of them hover over it,
while he searched the gigantic trees for any signs of flying ships or hidden
visitors. He had this strange feeling they were being watched again.
"To all my friends of the above world, welcome to
Atlantia, a name I have chosen to describe this paradise."
"Atlantia?" Jimbo asked.
"Atlantis." Nanny explained.
"Wasn't that a continent?"
"Yeah. But I'm sure this is just a euphemism." She
explained.
"A what?"
"A nice way of
saying the place is a lost land."
"Okay. I get that."
He looked over at Samuel to see if he was watching, then
noticed his attention on the trees to their left. He looked that way, but said
nothing as Nanny read on.
"This is our second month in this world beneath the
world. Little did I know when I was doing my research for my latest novel, that
I would actually stumble onto an entrance to that very same place. "
"Interesting." She said, quickly reading ahead.
"We started off on the Parisian Flower, a small merchant ship from
Vesailles. Then sailed to the land beyond the Americas. A strange and bitterly
cold place. We lost half our crew there to the cold and the beasts that wandered
its barren wastes."
"The Antartic." Nanny explained.
"I never knew he was an explorer." Jimbo
commented. "He never seemed of that type of fellow. Great imagination
though. I used to read the Classic Comic Books that graphically told his
stories."
"Really?"
He gave her the evil eye. "What you think I can't
read?"
"No, silly. I just didn't think you liked comic
books!"
"I don't like comic books, I read the classics."
"Which were comic books."
"I give up." He said and wandered over to Samuel.
"That chick really crawls up and down my spine sometimes."
"Yeah. And a few other places as well I bet."
Jimbo gave him a blank stare a moment, then grinned.
"That obvious, hey?"
"Yep."
Samuel shoved his mop of hair back from his forehead and
peered upwards. "No sign of that ship that flew past last night."
"Woke you up too?"
"Damn right it did!"
"So we're not out of the frying pan yet, are we?"
"No, we're not." Nanny answered instead, as she
joined them. She showed them a map at the base of the document. "This is where
we need to go next."
"How auspicous of him." Jimbo said, his voice
dripping thick sarcasm.
"What's got your undies in a dive?" Nanny asked.
"Nothing. Forget it. Okay, so we go there. But where is
there?"
Samuel's eyes wandered to where Al was pointing.
"I think that direction, towards the mountains we
saw."
Jimbo groaned. "Not more mountains."
"Look at the bright side of it, sweetie." Nanny
teased. "You'll never have to worry about getting fat."
"Yeah. That's a winner." Jimbo drawled, then went
back to their camp and began taking down the tent and folding its pieces to put
into his back pack.
"What's eating him?" Nanny asked.
Samuel shrugged. "I think he misses his family."
"Why?"
Samuel looked at her. "Don't you ever miss yours?"
"I don't have one. Remember? Missing Mom and all that
stuff."
"I don't believe you." Samuel said sharply.
"You're holding back on something."
Nanny gave him a nasty look. "Not nice to pry into a
girl's lovelife."
"Too much information." Samuel said and joined
Jimbo.
They finished the packing, then with Nanny leading the way,
they began hiking further North. As they did the trees began to thin somewhat
and they crossed numerous streams of rushing water, complete with a strange
breed of fish, that resembled gigantic goldfish. The fish had no fear of the
strangers and when they stooped to refill canteens, wash their faces and drink,
the fishes would come to the surface, bob their heads out and watch them like
little puppies eager to play.
Jimbo took out a small nerf ball he kept as a good luck
charm and tossed it. The fish didn't scatter away from it, but shot after it.
They began nosing the ball, shoving it one way, then the other like small
kindergardners playing in a school yard.
One of the fish shot back and flipped its tail eagerly,
watching Jimbo's face.
"I think it wants to play." Samuel said a smile
lighting his face.
"Intelligent fish." Jimbo drawled. "Guess I
won't eat this one."
The tiny fish made a frightened sound, like a tiny girl
screaming, then shot off. The others followed it away, leaving the nerf ball
bobbing next to the shore. Jimbo retrieved it, squeezed it dry, then shoved it
back into his pocket. "Guess they don't like being the subject of
dinner."
"Would you?" Nanny asked, a smirk on her face.
He shook his head, not at her answer, but at the way she had
said it. She was definitely beginning to get on his nerves. Any romantic
aspirations he had felt earlier were melting like snow in the morning sun.
"So now what?" He asked.
"We keep walking." Nanny said, pointing to the
North. "That way."
They continued, with the forests continuing to thin and more
meadow land appearing, complete with patches of blooming flowers, none of them
common to the upper earth, but all beautiful and unique. Some were shaped like
bows with tiny tongues of scarlett that emitted musical notes when touched.
"That's beautiful." Nanny cried out as he started
to pick one.
Samuel stopped her. "I wouldn't touch it."
She gave him a glare, then jumped back when an insect
lighted on the bow and the flower suddenly slammed shut on it.
"Oh." She said.
It took the enthusiasm out of her flower picking, but not
her enjoyment of the beautiful view they shared as they continued to hike along
paths made by unknown creatures and fallen leaves, most of which were large
enough to build a house with.
"What a strange land." She sighed.
Jimbo nodded. "Part of it wants to kill you."
"Part wants to eat you." Samuel added.
"And God only knows what the rest really wants to
do." Nanny added, pondering the map in her hand again. She stabbed a
pinkie into a spot. "It looks like some kind of fortress or
something."
"Fortress? Down here?" Jimbo asked.
She glared at him. "Do I look like a mind reader to
you, big guy? And even if I was, I can't read a dead man's mind!" She said
with finality. Then looked over at Samuel.
"Well, you might be able to."
Samuel looked over at her and smiled, but made no comment.
Al was speaking to him.
"It's not a fortress, Sam."
"Then what is it?" Samuel asked.
"A retreat."
"Retreat from what?"
Al didn't answer. Marilyn appeared and glided over. She blew
a kiss to Samuel. He smiled at her.
"Good afternoon, Sunshine." He greeted.
"You too, tall, not so dark and handsome." She
replied with deep, breathy tones.
"I don't suppose you can tell me what kind of retreat
it is?"
Marilyn burst into laughter and popped out of view.
Al spread his arms wide, then vanished as well.
Jimbo noticed the expression on Samuel's face. "Not
good?"
"I always hate it when they tell me something, but hold
back something else."
"Not good then, huh?"
Samuel didn't answer.
