Mookie trudged forward with heavy steps and tripped over an exposed root for what felt like the 100th time that day. The past 3 hours have been spent in an arboreal hell. The path he had started on quickly became lost in underbrush. He found the path again after a time, then lost it.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Mookie heard the pounding of ocean surf. He headed towards it and the forest gave way to a sandy beach. (
Official Discovery) He looked back...he had cleared the minefield! Beyond it, the castle loomed in the distance.
"Damnable mission. Damnable Jerries. Damnable monsters. And the worst of all, that loudmouth Rear....coming on the tannoy and trying to corner us all together. I bet he's the one behind this.
Someone should lynch that Hauptmann Rear"
Mookie walked across the sand towards a lighthouse that looked to have been abandoned for years. He needed to reach the top of it to set up some sort of signal fire, a flare, a light...something to attract the notice of a passing ship that could render aid and get him off the island. Mookie stepped inside the lighthouse. The smell of moss, mildew and neglect filled his nose.
"Let's see what secrets you hold, old chum." Mookie began to search the dilapidated rooms....