Jacob Farris Has A Secret (Excerpt - part 3)
by Wendy Haynes
‘Look,’ he passed the spyglass to Jacob.
Jacob looked through the spyglass and back at the map. ‘Hard Port,’ he ordered.
‘Well done lad. I knew we could count on you.’
The island was small and deserted, mostly rocky terrain. It took several hours to reach a cave; hidden by overgrown bushes and vines. The Captain was first to spot it. ‘There. There she be.’ He chuckled with excitement, as he cut through the thick rambling bushes to reveal the entrance. ‘It’d be a bit small for a man like me.’
‘Go on with ye lad. Slide-in through the hole and grab me, treasure.’
Jacob didn’t fancy small, narrow dark places. In fact, he was afraid of places like that. ‘I can’t,’ he said. His airway constricted; his breath shortened as panic took over.
The Captain drew his sword. ‘Get in there now and get me treasure. Quick smart lad. I want to ride on the turning tide.’ The Captain tied a thick rope about Jacob’s waist. ‘So, ye don’t get lost.’
Jacob had no choice. Captain Flannigan wasn’t about to let Jacob return if he didn’t find the treasure for him.
Jacob took in several deep breaths. His whole body was shaking as he tried to build up the courage and entered the small, narrow, dark hole. What if there were snakes or bats, or worse of all, spiders in the tunnel?
Before he could change his mind, he squirmed through the opening of the cave. It smelled salty and wet.
He Crawled on his hands and knees through the winding tunnel. The floor was sand and rock, and he could feel the dampness seeping through the knees of his jeans. Mum’s not going to be happy on wash day.
Ahead Jacob could see a glimmer of light. And then he fell. He felt a bruise form when he hit bottom. This section of the tunnel opened up into a vast underground space. Streaks of light filtered through multiple cracks in the rock above. And, sitting in the middle of the cave was a real treasure chest. He opened it, and inside was a pile of gold coins. He pocketed one before dragging the chest to the tunnel. He tied the rope around it, pulled on the rope, and climbed out behind it.
‘Well done lad,’ said Captain Flannigan, lifting to lid to examination the contents. ‘Let’s be off.’
Once on the ship, they set sail. Jacob opened his book and in it were words, no treasure map. Strange?
The Captain kept his word and sent Jacob back home with a shot from his pistol, which hurt way more than the first time.
Jacob waved to the captain and slammed the lid shut on the wooden box and locked it. Putting the key back on top, he patted his pocket; the gold coin was still there. He turned off the light, climbed down the ladder, and wondered what tomorrow’s adventure would be?