Friday, October 3, 2008

Fat Ol' Jake - Part 2

Yes, the last we saw Jake, that is Fat Ol' Jake, getting on to a ship to slim down. Forced to row by the captain. Yes, he is rowing into the sea. Deep sea. "Row! you slimy fatty!", the captain yelled and whipping the floor hardly. Jake struggled to row and he had been rowing for many days since he last leave port. He was panting and sweating heavily. He smelled badly from all the sweat that had accumulated from rowing. He had neither bath nor rest. "Row! you lazy fat arse!", the captain's face was so near Jake that he could smelled his bad breath filled of rum. "Row! You shall row!", the captain laughed loudly and walked into his room.


Jake was rowing hard and the skies was looming dark. Dark clouds and thunder strikes. He could see lightning flashes accross the skies. The sea was getting rough. The rowing had became bad. Jake was rowing against the strong current. Rain poured heavily. The heavy rain drenched Jake. He felt cold, hungry and angry at himself for the cause he had invited to his ownself. "I am a silly man", he breathed warm air on to his palms. He rubbed his palms hard. His palms had blisters from the hard rowing of many days. That moment, there was a crash from the captain's room. "Argh!", the captain screamed. Momentarily there was silence except from the heavy downpour and roars of lightning. Should he left his position and go see the captain. He kept on rowing amidst the hard downpour and that captain's scream. He dare not leave his place for fear of punishment. "Argh!", another scream emitted from the room. It died down again. This time Jake left his place and rush to the captain's room.



He graspped the door knob and about to turn, the captain dashed out and nearly knocking into Jake. The captain slumped to the floor with both hands on his throat. He was choking. He was gasping for air and begging for help. Fatty Ol' Jake could not do anything but knelt beside him holding the captain's hand. The captain gave his last breath and passed away. Poor Jake, he was left alone in a big ship with no one to guide it. The ship is without captain now. Jake put the captain's body on the bed and looked around. "Where am I now?", he looked to the captain's table. A big map was unfolded and spread across it. A few navigational tools had been left on it. "Now how do I use these?", he scratched his head. For Jake who had not even left one foot out to sea, this navigational tools had not helped much. He was lost in sea. He could not tell which stars to follow or anywhere on the map.



"I will row and row until I see land", he went back to his position and started rowing. He was hungry and very hungry too. He left his place again and went looking around the ship. He saw a door to the left of the captain's room. "There isn't anyone here on the ship beside me?", he thought for the moment. He opened the door slowly.

Fat Ol' Jake - Open's the second door

No comments: