The Island Part Eleven
The way to the Elysian Fields Museum of figureheads was not a difficult one. But due to the track being narrow and overarched with thorny brambles it was difficult to not pass that way without catching a few scratches on your bare arms. Compared to what had happened so far, and my mind firmly fixed on what was to come, I hardly noticed the superficial injuries.
I let Kell lead the way as he was a lot more familiar with any pitfalls we might encounter on the way. Besides, his gigantic physique might afford me some degree of protection From the onslaught of spiky branches.
In a very short time, we reached a small clearing and Kell indicated that we should stop a few minutes and simply listen to the what the night might have to tell us about what lay ahead of us.
“ This Mister Bitter Almonds….wanna give the lowdown of what I’m up against here? Forewarned is forearmed and all that, you know.”
“ Kell, you can take him for sure. I saw what you did to that bench back there and from what you told me about how you dealt with the kid……man, having swallowed an elephant, you’re hardly like to choke on a gnat.
He’s about the same height and build as me. That’s a good few inches less than you. He’s paunchy and got no physique worth mentioning. I reckon he’s a good ten plus years older than you and looks well out of form. Having said that, he could be armed, I don’t doubt it. That’s about it, huh.
I’ll tell you what, I’d like to be the one to strangle the bastard to death. I have never killed a man before and under normal circumstances, I would defer the opportunity. But what that evil monster did to an innocent, defenceless angel of a child, he deserves no less.” I said with all the justification I could muster.
Kell could see how serious I was.
“ Hey, I’ll hold him for you while you administer the fatal blow. We’re a team, you got my back, I got yours, buddy.” Kell whispered.
“ Can I ask what you have in that big bag you’re carrying?” I asked.
“ Sure. I got this little baby for close combat.” He said as he drew from the bag two hardwood sticks joined by a chain.
"This, my friend, is what is called a nunchaku. Spent years perfecting the use of this at my local martial arts club. In the right hands, it can be lethal. However……just to be sure I brought these."
Kell lifted what looked like two or three jugglers clubs.
“ What, you gonna juggle him to death Kell?”
“ Very funny. Oh no, what I have here Stevie boy is a handful of grenades, just in case your friendly killer has company. But seems these are not you’re regular lil hand grenades like you saw in the movies from way back when.
I found these bad boys when panting Pinter asked me to clear out that old storeroom at the back of the inn. Seems the previous owner of the inn was an ex-US military man who kept a few souvenirs from his time fighting in Vietnam.
I took one far out to sea in my old boat and hurled it into the air just for fun, see if it was live, and if so, what it would go off like.”
Kell paused a minute.
“ And?” I asked.
“ And I had to high tail it out of there pretty damn quick I can tell you. This is the real shit man. This is a napalm bomb. This baby even burns underwater, huh!
For this reason, I Brought us some protection, gas masks and some what looks like protective clothing. Here, put it on now while we got the chance.”
I did as he told me and pulled a jacket and some leggings over me.
“ Any more?” I asked.
“ Yup, I got one more good idea. Not too far from the museum is an old chapel on the beachhead. The chapel was built and dedicated to the old mariners who got shipwrecked around these parts. Last time I looked nobody has been near it for years. I say we use it as a base. Let’s go there now down this switchback and dump what we don’t need before we set off for the museum. And if things go tits up we can always head back there and hunker down til it all blows over. Whaddya think, Mister Wayne?” he mocked a little with a cheeky grin.
At just that moment some ominous-sounding thunder began to roll in towards us and we could see distant flashes of lightning.
Suddenly there was a noise not too far behind me. It sounded like a bird flapping its wings against some leaves in a nearby tree.
“ Ok, let’s haul our asses out of here, Mr Stallone,” I replied.
And with that, we set off to whatever fate awaited us on this night of heavy reckoning to come.