Imere just kept drooling and shaking his head back and forth.
“
He’s one of the minions.” Mr. Maverick said, “Bring him to the working place.”
And they went.
After a few hours, Mr. Maverick still did not move, standing there crossing his arms behind his back,
looking forward.
The same stout man came back, with a smile so wide it almost touched his eyes, “Mr. Maverick, we found
something in the end of the tunnel!”
Mr. Maverick instantly sprang to life, he ran through the tunnel, which bent downwards then, crying, “Show
me! Show me!” With his arms still crossed behind his back.
Then they met the end, hundreds of minions were digging, digging the tunnel, making it larger and much
deeper. Then Mr. Maverick saw it: old lumber, dirt and mud in it. Mr. Maverick opened up his hand and raised
it up and cried, “I found it at last!”
The same stout man came, cutting Mr. Maverick’s loud laugh, “There’s something else too, someone tried
to wake up the minions.”
Then Imere stepped out.
7
Leash
Imere stood on the wet floor, hands tied by thick ropes which hurt his hands and brought red scars around
his waist. Unbelievable! Sam Foy had actually arrested him after he tried to help him! Imere thought fiercely
while he stared at Sam Foy with his angry eyes.
“
Who are you, old man? Who dares stand in my path of glory?” Mr. Maverick screamed at Imere, but he
didn’t lose his temper and it wasn’t screamed in rage.
Imere said nothing.
“
Are you one of them?” Mr. Maverick bellowed then pointed at the agents who travelled with Imere.
“
Working for the government?”
Imere said nothing.
“
Answer me!” Mr. Maverick said.
Nothing.
“
This fellow here seems to be having trouble speaking, come here this fellow, help him speak.” Then he
pointed his plump fingers at…Sam Foy.
Would Sam Foy do this? Imere thought. Imere looked blankly at Sam Foy as he picked up a sharp rock, Oh
boy… I really don’t think I will like it, not a bit, thought Imere. But strangely, it was not horror that haunted
Imere, it was anger. Why couldn’t Sam Foy come to his senses?
Sam Foy walked closer to Imere. Imere stared angrily at him, more closely, more angrily.
When Sam Foy came and was ready to strike, there was only one thing Imere could do. He cried out.
“
Sam Foy, wake up you stupid lump of head!”
The stone’s tip brought chilling air as sharp as knives to Imere’s eyes. Sam Foy’s eyes were cold as winter,
skin as hard as stone.
“
Wake up! You wool head! I’m Imere, your friend!”
The stone was millimetres away from the eyes, chills spread from the uneven tip to his whole body. It edged
closer, light was almost lost now.
“
Wake up!”
The cries pierced into the ears of Sam Foy, his eyes jolted, brighter, and widening. Just like a knife into soft
wool. Sam Foy gasped. The stone shrank away from Imere.
“
I’m your friend! Remember!”
The stone started to vibrate violently, it moved closer.
“
Can’t you remember? The night you were close to death…”
The stone fell on the ground. Sam Foy stumbled backwards and fell down muttering, “What have I done?”
“
Impossible! No one can break the leash of the spirit of the cricket, never!” Mr. Maverick yelled, “Tie
them! This little thing will not stop me!”
8
Death
Sam Foy watched the little fat man, Mr. Maverick was his name, slowly walking in the ruins of some parts
of a ship. But whatever the ship was, it was huge. It was finely made, probably the finest that Sam Foy had ever
seen. Despite a few hundred years under the sea, the lumber was tough and it didn’t show any sign of breaking