The Return To

MONKEY

ISLAND

By Mike Harvat

Chapter One

Deep in the Caribbean, a young sailor walked down a steep dark path into a
seaside town, the town of Melee. Although he had heard many stories of pirate
wannabes walking into the dangers of becoming a grog-swilling pirate and
never coming out, this sailor was not frightened. He was Duncan Furler, a
witty 20-year old swordmaster and a cannon-shot extraordinaire. So what was
he doing at Melee Island? He wasn't here to become a pirate, he was here to
kill a pirate. A pirate name Guybrush Threepwood.

As he walked along, Duncan saw an election poster to re-elect Governor
Threepwood. At first, he thought nothing of it as he glanced at the sign,
but then when he realized who Governor Threepwood was, he got a great idea.
He kept walking along as he thought about his ingenious plan until he
reached the SCUMM Bar. The SCUMM Bar was famous for being filled with
pirates at every hour. He turned the handle to the door of the bar...erm...
well, he tried to turn the handle. Why was the SCUMM Bar closed at this
time of night? It was usually teeming with pirates at this time at
ten o' clock. Even the windows were barred shut. Duncan went on his way,
through the arched gateway into town.

There was a drunken sailor leaning on the side of a building, knocked out
from too much booze that night, as Duncan walked through the street. On the
corner of the street there was a keg. Duncan walked to it and opened it up.
It was filled with rum and jam!!!

"Rum and jam!!! What kind of person would carry a keg of rum and jam
around?" Duncan thought.

He left the keg of rum and jam where it was.

Walking along, Duncan saw a sign over a doorway at one of the town houses.
It said "Voodoo Shop". Duncan went in.

The shop was filled with various voodoo potions, skulls, and jars of who
knows what. Suddenly he heard an explosion, and when he turned his head,
a voodoo lady was sitting in a giant chair across the room.

"Hello, Duncan." The Voodoo lady's eyes glowed with anger.

"How'd you-?"

"SILENCE!"

Duncan swallowed. Hard.

"You are here to destroy Guybrush Threepwood, are you not?"

"Y-"

"SILENCE!!!! You have come here to the island of Melee to kill, and I do
not give advice or potions to the powers of evil. BE GONE!!!! LEAVE! LEAVE,
NOW!!!"

Duncan high-tailed it out of the voodoo shop, and didn't stop running until
he was lost in the forest of Melee Island.

Continued Next Week With Chapter Two

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Return to Melee Island

Part Two

By Mike Harvat

Duncan walked throught the forest, unsure of where he was and where he was
going. As he walked along, he came across a deep creek that cut about 15
feet into the ground. There was a log laid across the creek, but it was
split in half, and Duncan was sure that he couldn't make it across by
walking along it.

Duncan finally Dcided to attempt to jump across. He took a few steps back,
got a running start, and lept with all his might. While he was flying across
the crevice, time seemed to stand still. He starting falling back towards
the ground (erm...hole) sooner than he expected. Duncan wasn't going to
make it.

Duncan threw his hands out in front of himself, and grabbed the edge of the
crevice.

He was hanging on with his fingertips, and slipping fast. 

Suddenly a hand grabbed Duncan's wrist, and pulled him up to the other side. 

Duncan looked up to try to see who had saved him, but he couldn't make out
any distinguishing figures on his hero's face. But then, that horrible voice,
that terrible voice, that voice of whom Duncan had beat into the inner depths
of his mind, the voice of the man who had ruined his life, spoke. 

"Hello, I'm Guybrush Threepwood, a mighty pirate!" 

Continued next week with...Part Three


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Return to Melee Island
Part Three
by Mike Harvat

Duncan freed himself from Guybrush's grasp, and looked up at him
from the ground.
        He stood up and grimaced at Guybrush.
	"Traitor." Duncan growled.
	"What?" replied Guybrush.
	"You RUINED my life!"
	"I don't know what you're talking about!"
	Suddenly Duncan grabbed Guybrush and forced him towards the creek.
	"Furler and Threepwood forever. HMMPH! That phrase is dead, just
like you!" He tossed Guybrush into the creek and walked away, leaving him
for dead.

                              ***

Guybrush Threepwood was found uncouncious by the Swordmaster a few hours
later that night. He had fractured a bone in his right arm, and a stone had
sliced the left part of his leg as well.
	Carla (the Swordmaster) covered Threepwood's leg with a hot damp
cloth.
	"Ouch!" Guybrush made a futile attempt to lift his head, but as he
suspected, he came up unsuccessful. "Ugh. How bad is it?"
	"Well, I can tell you one thing," said Carla. "you aren't going to
be using a sword for a while, and all your swordfighting skills could very
well be diminished!"
	"Well, you fight like a dairy farmer!"
	"So...who exactly was this person that did this to you?" asked Carla
as she wrapped up Guybrush's arm.
	"I'm not exactly sure, but I think it was one of my old friends from
my wannabe pirate days. Duncan Furler."
	" 'friend' ?"
	"Well, obviously not anymore! We agreed one day that we'd be pirates
together in the same crew. Forever. We had built a friendship as children,
and now we were going to carry it on into our adulthood. We had a ship that
we sailed through the Carribean with, called the "Orangutang's Mother". One
day we got in a really big argument, and I told him to drop me off at the
next island. It just so happened that Melee Island was only 12 miles away.
I got of our ship, and I never saw Duncan again. Until tonight."
	"Sounds like he's mad at you for something you didn't do." Said
Carla.
	"Yeah...by the way, how did you get out of the Cannibal Village
where they were keeping you hostage?"
        "Well...there was this loose board on the floor in the hut we were
locked in..."

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