Abducted By The Fog Part Three: Escaped Captivity


The last day of school then we get to travel on a trip to Hawaii, for the first time, I’ll be taking an airplane in the sky. I’m filled to the brim excitedly over this whole summer we’ve got plans to vacation more, were planning to go to Hawaii first because we’re going to catch up with distant relations then  we’ll be heading to Niagara falls.

I approached the island with a stagger, I was greeted by the towns folk hailing with praise while gazing at the awe-inspiring sight that was the burning remains of the monsters’ lab. After it had ceased to burn our attention was turned to the poor man who passed on to the great beyond, we put together a proper burial before we finish off to move out of here. The funeral went well though everyone carried a frown some even leaking faucets, I just found a spot to be alone and sulk in peace —

I trailed off into my head, trapped in a nonplus.

Back yore I had been a boy –7 at the most– my grandpa, past on; it was a bitter cold daybreak (half past 7a.m), I had been tasked with getting grandpa his: sunday paper, coffee and brunch. While my parents scurried out of the house, to their bussling desk jobs. The morning went flawless until (1p.m): where things byfar went downhill, my grandpa clutched his chest and dropped, gasping for air like a fish outside water. –I had been in the kitchen washing up from our brunch– when i heard the comotion i went to check on him, –when i arrived through the threshhold between the dining room and the kitchen– I was petrified at the sight before me, my grandfathers feeble lifeless body splayed out on our brown shag carpet —

“Henry you alive buddy, you’ve been staring at that there rock for quite some time” the fisherman belched out, pulling me from my nonplus.

“Yeah 100% –in reality i was not rather on the brink of tears– lets get to work that oughta help get out minds centered” I had exclaimed.

Reusing the plane parts from the houses and shops we began building a vessel spacious enough to get —as we dont want to be sardines in a can on this voyage— us out of here towards civilization, now that the barrier has fallen we will use: compass and rutter, to work out our heading. As for welding everything together I snaged a tool from the lab for that purpose in mind.

We began with the bow, then worked our way down to the Aft of the boat ensuring it will be water tight. I began working inside while the others: measured and cut more hull segments —We’ll need to store a good amount of food/water— we’ll also need a commons to visit and a cabin to stay in. —I had fixed the storage issues with a shelf I had fabricated from the plane— it will hold at minimum a months supply of water for all of us to conservitively share and the same goes for food-rations.

It had quieten, life faded into dormancy as i faded into a nonplus. Only but the soft thrashing of the waves calming sounds —I look fixedly upon the waves as they crawled up the sand a few feet then shrunk away— casting a sence of euphoria over me — then a booming crash snapped me out of my nonplus, jumping to my feet and turned around to see what the comotion was.

It was just a segment coming lose Henry i assured myself, Moving forth I welded on the keel to the bottom off the hull, secured I remarked as i stood back to fancy my weld work. , I used stuffing and cloth from airplane chairs and some stitch skill to fashion beds for the lot of us even devised some frames, so we’re off that dreadful cold floor. The man had a potbelly-stove —we kindly reclaimed it and fashioned it to our commons area— to keep us toasty warm, now our boat is almost finished: bow, aft and keel, now just to do the deck and bridge. —aswell as sorting out propulsion—

With the deck and bridge erected, we will concentrate on the tiny details like: helm, fenders, gunnel, rigging, and the hatch. Setting out easy we rummaged for any rubber we could use as fenders (bumpers for boats), low and behold, we stumbled accross the goldmine of old airplane tires. Connecting them using the line paired with the eye hooks added a solid bumper around the entire boat. we’ve determined we’de call her Ol Tilly. —the same name the man used for his bush plane— Next we completed the gunnel, then ran the rigging for the boom and mast, winding up with welding: the hatch and the bridge. For the bridge, we’re going to scavange for a couple of gadgets from the airplanes: joystick and navigation to name the most prudent essentials.

Somewhere along this process, we found this gadget can also weld glass seemlessly, this will help keep us out of the weather, —as the hatch is on the bridge too— From the wrecked old airplanes we were able to salvage enough glass to encompass the bridge’s minimalistic windows adding the cherry ontop hands down. I noted the intriguing variations in color among the panes of glass, some translucent some opaque. The ship was all around a beutiful masterpiece of mismash planes and boats, even with our primitive tools we were able to build something akin to a sea-faring vessel.

At last after around 3 and a half month’s of back breaking perserverence we are finnaly ready to set sail for land, everyone was happy to see the finished vessel —it’s just a little bigger than your average fishing vessel but smaller than a cargo vessel just a happy medium— We all got squared away aboard the boat as it broke nightfall, we devoured a hearty stew over a lifting conversation about what we will do returning after nearly a decade of being stranded here (if not more for some such as the man whom was among the first arrivals here).

Daybreak, I had woken before anyone else, catching the dazzling sun peaking over the snow covered ridged mighty crest, the sun became slightly visable as it began to peek over the land, casting an even but elegant shadow over the base of the mountain highlighting the bountiful towering evergreens which lie there.

Just after dawn the remainder of my people began rolling out with a hearty stretch, in turns we each used the wash room to prepare for the day ahead. We had hungrily made an exquisite brunch, then dinned like kings as we’ve made a colossal milestone today, after months of diligence we deserve this hearty meal before us, fish from the sea, vegetables we harvested selfsame.

After we all ate our fill and had a long yak, we gave the rigging/sails one final audit before we kicked off, —the boat carving through the waves like a hot knife through butter— we did it, it floats. The man kept a rutter in his cabin, essentially this was made before the advent of nautical charts, it was used to store geographical information for maritime navigation. —my grandfather was a sailer by nature, he tought me many things—

Bringing up the man remember the first time i had meet him…

It was a day or so after that dreadfull crash, I made the trek towards the middle island utilizing a metal sealed box of sorts and a single paddle. I had made it to his cabin where we first met, where for the first time in a good few years it felt as if i had my grandfather again. He showed me this exact rutter akin to my grandfathers, we hit off and became the best of friends.

“HENRY LOOK OUT, A GLACER!” the bridge officer shouted

I came to and realized what he was panicking over, a glacial mass right off the port bow —i spun the ships wheel like it was a spin to win— O’l Tilly moaned and sent us aflight but swiftly adjusted course, sailing mere inches past the hull penetrating mass.

“Nice sailing Henry.” the bridge officer remarked with a hearty giggle

Utilizing the rutter’s rudimentary navigation we estimate it’ll be about a week to achieve landfall give or take, some days passed tensions were already getting thick as mud and weren’t even halfway. We’d like to fashion something together to spice up this crews moral, or we may end up tearing one another limb from limb. It had been dead of night I had awoken to use the washroom, while i was doing my business our helmsman shouted for me to report back to the bridge briskly therefore I wrapped up and ran to his aid.

“Look captain there is another sea bearing vessel around a mile maybe two off the starboard bow.”

“I see helmsman!”

“Hail Spoodup!” I shouted into the loudspeaker.

The Spoodup recieved our hail (hailed back) then changed course towards our starboard bow, they had pulled beside our starboard.

“Hail Lil Tilly, I’m captain Budak are you in distress”

“Yes captain we are just attempting to locate land”

“Oh simple, follow me tail i’ll lead you to the next port”

The Spoodup briskly gained speed, our helmsman doing his duties keeping straight on target. Daybreak the next day as the sailor promised we see the port off in the distance, we all jumped with joy hailing loud enough, the bottom feeders oughta hear us.

The End:

That concludes the first three parts of Abducted By The Fog. Thank you for reading, stay tuned for more mind thrilling action when we get into the next one, I’m on twitter alot come join the party! @SDefono.

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