A Hero's Journey: A Short Story

Finally looking at them he stared and slowly placed the paper at the top of his cluttered desk, turning to the two men and sighed the first words, "More of this madness.” Gazing out the window he continued, “For months this town has been unsettled and upset because of these damn requests and these damn ships. Were you present yesterday at the fight at the waterfront?” They shook their head no. “Over the most unbelievable thing,” he shook his head as if scolding school boys. “It seems that one of the sailors, a questionable man he must be, to go on this voyage and perhaps with a bit too much drink in him, told your Captain that,” here the shop keeper played the part of a drunk, “Aye, the 'La Gallega' was a most awkward ship for such a voyage!”

He also didn’t mind helping her because he knew nobody else was going to help her. Tom felt sorry for Mayella because she didn’t have anyone else in her

Palmiro and his sleeping son Josh are on a plane near South America when his pilot died. He started making weird noises over the intercom. Josh was curious what was going on so he asked his dad. His dad, Palmiro, said everything was going to be ok. All of a sudden they hear the wind whistling against the sharp edges of the plane. They both looked out the window and saw the ground getting closer and closer. The plane started to plummet to the ground. Josh started freaking out and had no idea what to do. He saw only one parachute and an emergency door. Palmiro told his son to quickly grab the parachute. They both strapped in together and jumped out. The plane crashed on an island, no one knows where.

Twenty feet below him the sea rumbled and hissed. Rainsford hesitated. He heard the hounds. Then he leaped far out into the sea…

The trip back home in the rickety, old wagon, was bone jarring to say the least. Every turn of the wheel, tightened a vice around Charity's heart, causing it to feel heavier and heavier. For the first few miles, she sat quietly, thinking exclusively about her life with her grandparents. How they had always been a part of her life; her earliest memories. She had no memory of her mother and father- all she really knew about them was what her grandparents told her. Her grandmother and grandfather, were the only parents she’d ever known. After seeing Eli, she had a faint recollection of seeing him sometime before, maybe when she was small. And, other than Tokola, the old Indian man that came often to the cabin, they were the only people she’d ever

But it seemed like a good one. She led. I followed. She laughed, and so did I. we made our way to the very front of the cruise ship. Avoiding anyone who looked like they knew we weren’t supposed to be there. The VIP section was called the Gold Class. VIP members were allowed at the very front and were supplied a fancy meal area outside. We were not VIP members, but did we care? No. Should we have? Probably. Definitely. My sister’s name was Pricilla. You be Rose! She said, eyes wide with amusement. I’ll be Jack, because I’m taller. I didn’t argue. I stepped up onto the lowest rail, holding on for dear life. I did not realise how high the boat was. I could see the water being thrashed around by the force and power that the ship cut though it with. The ocean was a lot bigger than I thought. I felt small. Smaller than usual anyway. I felt too frightened and stepped down. Knowing that we were doing the wrong thing. Pricilla rolled her eyes and stood on the rail. See? It’s not that scary, you big baby. She released the top rail from her grip and spread her arms out to the side.

“That’s what you signed up for,” Chloe exclaimed, frustration evident, “We are assassins. That’s what we do.”

Whistling that stopped when he noticed that all of the boats were gone. Ships docked long enough to let off and board passengers. Missing the latter opportunity meant they wouldn’t be back until daylight.

The whisper floated like a leaf on a summer's breeze, its echo fluttering, making it difficult to discern. The whisper became louder, more distinct until its confused sounds melded together to create form. “Captain!” The voice shouted. “Captain!”

Tom and Bill's families jaws drop when they see the jet. As they walk in the flight attendant welcomed them in saying, “we have a bar full of food and drinks of your choice captain Tom Spry.” “Well

The unknown voice started walking into the light, her footsteps got louder and louder, then she reached the light. She stopped. She looked down at them and smirked.

“Can you please tell me where the captain is?” The young man pointed towards the starboard side, the upper deck, avoiding further engagement. Our ears attend on the crackling of the planks we walked on. Sudden pops in the hull made me reconsider our choice of vessel.

“Some of them will, some of them won’t. But, see, I didn’t know before that anyone else could do that job, and they can. You can find people. It’s like those acrobatic displays.”

Marco decided to investigate what made the noise, and as Marco left the room, he grabbed a rusty driver from the golf clubs in the room he was in. He slowly made his way down the stairs with the golf club held like a baseball bat, ready to swing at who or whatever made that noise.

“I see a shit tone of space and a whole lot of- nothing wrong with the ship,” Louis quipped as he clung to the guide rails on the outside of the ship, trying to get closer to the engine. If anything was wrong he should be able to see, and then all hell broke loose.