Having hiked infinite miles, hopped on and off buses and taken four gruelling train journeys, we finally reached the coast of Lower New York Bay, as the Sun began to settle. In front of us, the vast Atlantic Ocean sparked in the dazzling sunset. In the distance, I managed to see a faint silhouette of a few mountains, surrounded by rocks and forests. Zapped of our energy and strength, we slumped on a nearby bench.
“Is that the place?” I asked, squinting and pointing out in the direction of the silhouette.
“Looks like. We made it guys,” Zak sighed tiredly.
I heard footsteps from my left coming towards us. A dockworker. His clothes were ragged and his eyes had dark circles around them, evidence that the long hours on the docks had taken a severe toll on him. His hunched back suggested he should have been working a less active job and his scruffy hair made him look older than he actually was.
“What do you three want?” he rasped.
“We just want to explore the ocean for a bit,” Zak replied.
“Well, now is not the time. No boats are available for today. Come back tomorrow.”
“I’m afraid we can’t do that,” I said.
He glared at me. Then his face lightened up. “Wait a minute, what are your names?”
“I’m Marco and that’s Zak and Rachel,” I said slowly. “Why?”
“Oh so you are the three teenagers I was expecting!”
I exchanged a confused look with Zak and Rachel.
Sensing the confusion, he explained, “I’m old friends with Gerard Ramirez. He told me that I would be expecting three teenagers here. He told me to come with you guys.”
“What?” Zak said.
It all seemed too good to be true. I wanted to be certain this guy was on our side and not betraying us.
“How do you know Señor Ramirez?” I asked carefully.
“Around ten years ago, we both served in the Army. Then, an incident happened which forced us both to quit.”
“What incident?” Rachel asked.
“Look you three, your principal has explained everything to me and ordered me to come with you and retrieve the Golden Leaf. Listen, I was in the Army for most of my life, so I know what I’m doing. I’ve fought in battles you guys wouldn’t even dream about,” said the dockworker firmly, ignoring Rachel’s question. “So, I will come with you three whether you like it or not.”
Zak, Rachel and I looked at each other and we nodded in mutual acceptance. I cast aside my doubts.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Adrian,” he replied. “Now wait here and I’ll be right back.”
One question nagged at my mind. Why hadn’t Señor Ramirez mentioned Adrian to us? We had no other choice but to trust this mysterious man, despite Señor Ramirez telling us the complete opposite.
I looked out to the ocean. The beautiful sunset cast serenity across the landscape. The sky was light pink and the waves were gentle whilst there was a very soothing breeze. No one was around, and everything seemed so perfect. Little did nature know what we were about to enter.
All of a sudden, the waves started to pick up and the wind grew in speed. Alarmed, we turned around and witnessed the greatest thing we’d ever seen.
A cruise ship.
Sailing towards us, Adrian waved and ushered us towards the docking station.
With an infinite number of windows, a luxurious outside deck and at least fifty floors, I gaped in awe. Shaped like a shark, the majestic ship boasted an air of confidence and domination, seeming to already have owned the ocean and its tenants.
“All aboard! Marco, Zak, Rachel, come on! Check this out!” Adrian exclaimed, now looking fresh, with khaki trousers and a vest that showed his toned muscles. Now he looked like a man that had worked in the Army, his muscles and straight posture signalling years of experience and hustle, and his brown eyes conveying courage yet a sense of caution.
Zak sprinted off to explore the endless number of rooms, whilst Rachel observed the view and I looked at Adrian, rather stunned.
“Ready for this, kid?” he asked.
“Umm, yeah I guess so.”
“Señor Ramirez told me that you’re a natural leader here, so I have high expectations from you.”
He walked off to the control room and started the ship, leaving me smiling at Señor Ramirez’s compliment.
I strolled to the outside deck, where it remained as picturesque as before, and gazed at the spectacular view in front of me. This was it.
The cruise ship’s engine roared into life and left the docking station, leaving behind my ordinary life.
I would soon return with the Golden Leaf as a much stronger boy, who’d endured hell and survived.
Hopefully.
After what seemed like an eternity, Adrian slowed down the cruise ship. Immediately, we rushed to the edge of the outside deck to view the mysterious island and it was only within seconds that our positivity and enthusiasm had evaporated and condensed into fragments of apprehension and pure fear.
The beaming headlights of the cruise ship and the glowing full moon lightened up Stingray Island. With dark mountains overlooking the island, Stingray possessed an aura of insecurity and menace. Shrivelled leaves hung on the crippled aspen trees, whilst thick tree trunks lay sprawled all over the beach. The sharks – emasculated by the sheer immensity of our cruise ship - panicked and dispersed in aimless directions. As Adrian drove the cruise ship closer and closer to the island,
I looked at Zak and Rachel.
“Listen, it’s now or never. Let’s make everyone at home proud by bringing back this Leaf. Look how much we’ve gone through and endured to get to this stage. We are not leaving this island without that Leaf,” I declared firmly.
Adrian gave me a nod and smiled.
“Yes, let’s do this,” Zak agreed.
Rachel nodded.
“Guys, we’ve reached now. Let’s go. Just remember, we look out for each other and especially remember this,” Adrian said sternly. “Locate the Leaf, get the Leaf and get back to the cruise ship. We will definitely encounter some obstacles, but we are prepared for that.”
I glanced at my watch with its sword and shield immersed. With Zak’s fighting skills and Rachel’s exceptional archery ability, retrieving the Golden Leaf seemed possible.
All we didn’t know was the precise location of the Leaf and how many soldiers and warriors stood in our way.
We were taking a leap into the unknown…
We jumped off the ship to be greeted by thunder. Dark clouds in the night sky obscured the glinting moonlight, our only natural source of light. The sky rumbled, clearly sending a message to us that we should leave while we had the chance. Adrian and Zak took out their torches as we stepped through the rocks and pebbles of the cold ocean and onto the beach. I felt a gentle drop of water on my head and looked up. Rain. Gaining momentum. By the second. Then, I felt a slight breeze, which grew in intensity and it was only within moments that we began to experience an intense tornado. Rusty leaves, sand grains, and water particles exploded from the ground, causing an aggressive whirlwind that sunk our hearts and zapped us of our confidence. “Guys, listen to me carefully. Let’s get underneath a tree, find some wood and make a fir
We managed to find a safe spot to sleep and recuperate just off the beach. Rachel’s bruised ankle was now swollen whilst I struggled to push the sight of my best friend disappearing right before our eyes out of my mind “Get up, you two. New day, fresh start!” Adrian said, trying to sound enthusiastic. The morning air felt as hot and heavy and moist as steam, as the scorching Sun’s radiance beat down on the island’s inhabitants. Bees and dragonflies buzzed around the bushes and trees, whilst birds chirped and flew around elegantly. The beaming sun rays reflected off the waves, emitting splashes of heat, as it gently caressed the coast. &nbs
Bringing the three of us back to reality was the hunger that was growing in the pit of our stomachs. Our minds had been so preoccupied with the tiger, Zak going missing and Rachel’s ankle that we had forgotten about our own health. Looking around in this vast island with the rocky plains and towering trees obscuring our far-sighted vision, finding food seemed impossible.“Adrian, what do we do about food?” I asked.Adrian laughed, his laugh echoing around the island. I looked at Rachel, puzzled.“Look over there, just look,” Adrian said, smiling. He pointed out to the ocean to our impressive cruise ship. “Guys,
We turned in the direction of Zak’s spine-tingling scream. But, still nothing. Nothing that hinted at Zak’s whereabouts. The irregular screaming continued, which sent us panicking and constantly swivelling round to locate him. Especially in the eerie silence of night time, Zak’s voice sounded all the more chilling, his shrill shrieking echoing around the island like a ghost tormenting us.“Where on earth is he?” I shouted.“I don’t know!” Adrian replied.“Wait, shut up both of you!” Rachel cr
As the staircase swallowed us up, it vanished from the mountain. Now we had no way of coming back. Things just seemed to get worse and worse the more we ventured on.Inside the mountain now, what I saw was mystical. We were inside a cavern, with dimly lit candles placed at regular intervals. The candles did little to illuminate the area, as Zak and Adrian beamed their torches at full brightness. Slowly descending the staircase, the cavern seemed to get narrower and narrower, with its rough sharp walls intimidating us, to the point where it was only one person wide. In the ceiling, there were a few bats hibernating – which was strange, seeing as we were deep into the night. The staircase seemed endless, as we continued descending deeper and deeper into the unknown. Sweat trickled down my back, as the gaps between each step grew, mea
Adrian led us to another staircase. Much to my satisfaction at having to climb up another set of infinite steps with no remaining leg strength, it was a spiral staircase, with a red carpet winding up it like a snake.He sharply turned round to us, his back to the spiral staircase.“Both of you, listen to me very carefully. And I mean, very carefully,” he demanded. “You are about to meet our President. Treat him with courtesy and respect, not like earlier today. And we may be able to negotiate a deal of some sort that would make both parties happy. Got it?”“We’re not trusting you again,” Rachel replied firmly. “All I’
“Please, please do sit down,” Drago said politely, ushering Adrian to bring two chairs.Drago Caracas’ office was exceptional. The immaculate black tiles on the floor sparkled as a single golden crystal chandelier hung from the high ceiling. The fine detail from the carpet leading up to the office was reflected in the blood-red wallpaper, with the swords and shields projecting danger into the room. Two magnificent sculptures lay either side of Drago’s broad glass desk, probably symbolising his beliefs and values, no matter how inhumane they were. A raging dragon was to the right whilst to the left, a menacing black lion watched on with a stone cold expression. More photos of Drago Caracas hung on the walls at irregular intervals, showing off various stages of his life.
My eyes widened in horror. Drago’s ambitions to change the world were sickening to the core. Whilst Drago Caracas wanted world peace, the manner in which he aimed at enforcing this was inhumane. Obsidian were content with shedding the blood of millions of innocent lives. A flame had ignited inside of me. A determined, explosive flame. A flame that would not be extinguished until my very last breath.“How about no to both?” I asked angrily.Drago laughed, his venomous laughter intoxicating his glorious office.“I had a feeling you would say that, Marco. I don’t know w
“This is Sir Cornelius Slater. He is a wealthy English businessman. In fact, he is the richest man in the UK, with a net worth of £450 billion. He has now integrated himself in the world of English politics and is the leader of the new Action Party. He is running for Prime Minister of the UK in the upcoming elections,” Malcolm informed, pointing at the close-up photograph of a man in his early fifties, with a few strands of white in his otherwise dark brown hair. The CIA employees around me were typing rapidly on their laptops and scribbling notes on their notepads. I certainly felt out of place here, as I simply could do nothing but look ahead at the large screen ahead of me and wait for Malcolm to continue. Senor Ramirez, who was standing next to Malcolm, whispered something in his ear. Malcolm frowned and nodded.
I was greeted with an abundance of blinding white light as a wave of cool, refreshing air slapped me in the face. I found myself in a narrow corridor that led to another door, which was twenty feet further ahead. Apart from the stream of white light shining from the in-built ceiling lights, everything else in the corridor was sparkling black, from the tiled flooring, to the two walls either side of me. Senor Ramirez stood by the door, gesturing me to hurry along. He seemed unable to contain his excitement, which was strange considering his usual stern and serious demeanour. “I just want to say a few things before we open this door, Marco,” Senor Ramirez said, breaking the eerie silence of the corridor as we stood in front of the mysterious door. “I know this might be all too much for you. After all, it was literally a
“Marco! We’ve arrived now,” I heard Senor Ramirez.I had drifted off to sleep, which was an inevitability in the scorching sunshine and the luxury of the Mercedes. I slowly opened my eyes, eager to see where we’d arrived. I looked through the tinted windows and was truly stunned at where the Covert Operations division of the CIA was located.“Thank you,” Senor Ramirez said to the driver. “Your car is a gem!”“Thanks mate! Indeed it is,” the driver replied, patting the steering wheel in admiration.
“Well?” I demanded, as Senor Ramirez helped himself to another cup of tea and sat down on the sofa.“Relax. Everything I said was a lie. Malcolm Sanchez told me to make something up so that you could enrol in the CIA. I’m proud that you agreed to join the CIA, but as you know, we cannot tell your parents or anyone about this. So, your parents and everyone at school will think that you’re off to a school in Singapore when actually you will still be in the United States!” Senor Ramirez chuckled.“You think this is funny? Is this some sort of game?” I asked incredulously. Senor Ramirez’s expressi
09:33.I had overslept once again. I groaned, as I uncurled myself and sat up on my bed. I winced in pain, as my ankle was still sore. My head felt heavy and a wave of thirst came over me. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and stood up. Limping off to the bathroom, I splashed three handfuls of ice cold water on my face, instantly waking me up. I looked myself in the mirror. Dark circles surrounded my eyes, as the events that had unfolded just a few days ago played itself out in my mind, like a ghost that remained persistent in its pursuit to haunt me. First, Zak and the tiger. The staircase that had appeared literally out of nowhere. Adrian’s betrayal. Obsidian’s headquarters. The dungeon. The warehouse. The laboratory. The bomb explosion. The helicopter chase.
I frowned at Señor Ramirez. Señor Ramirez turned round and stood up. A well-dressed man, probably in his fifties, strolled in and shook Señor Ramirez’s hand.“Welcome, Mr Sanchez,” Señor Ramirez said.“Thank you, Gerard,” his voice was deep and possessed an air of power and authority. “Marco, I am stunned by your abilities.”I nodded in thanks and looked at Señor Ramirez. He read my confused look.“Marco, this is Malcolm Sanchez, the Head of Covert Operations in the CIA.
Using his grip on my ankle as a pivot, I swivelled round and kicked him in the head with my left leg. I dropped on the warm sand, whilst Drago was sent flying back into the ocean with a loud crash. That bought me time. As he slowly recovered, I picked myself up and stumbled across the beach as far as I could. I fell to the floor, breathing heavily as another relentless wave of blackout dawned over me. I had to regain my composure. It wasn’t over. Yet.Drago slowly got to his feet, the blow to his head taking an evident toll on his body. He staggered through the shallow water and also dropped on the sand, panting desperately. The Golden Lea
CRASH! The helicopter plummeted headfirst into the ocean. I flew across the helicopter’s interior and my forehead collided with the backseat, as blood began to gush out from the bruise and mix with the water. Like a contagious virus spreading rapidly, the salty ocean water filled up the sinking helicopter. Tiny fish scuttled in, eager to discover their new surroundings. Holding my breath as hard as I could, I swam back across to Drago, whilst a growing feeling of nausea swept around my body. An unconscious heap of devilish flesh, I hastily dug my hand in Drago’s inside pocket and felt the crispness and smoothness of the Golden Leaf. I pulled it out. But it remained firmly put. I cursed to myself in frustration.
My fingers narrowly caught Drago’s helicopter skids, as just below me our helicopter exploded. A cloud of fire and smoke roared ferociously, as metal pieces were sent flying in random directions. The rotor blades dissembled and flailed about in mid-air, before crashing into the ocean. The metal body of the helicopter also plummeted into the ocean, creating an enormous splash that weakened my grip on the skid. My shoulders and arms struggled to keep hold of the skid, the sweat on the palm of my hands posing as a serious death threat. With all my remaining strength, I pulled myself up so that my armpits were resting on the skid. Perfect timing. I’d escaped from the clutches of death once again, and was now directly underneath Drago’s helicopter, flying away, with him completely immune to my presence.