Well, we have bodies, and I'm sure there's some kind of evidence on them, but you're asking what exactly? The only to find out then is to get our hands bloody, I guess.
Bodies of evidence We found a single key between the bodies but no indication of where it came from -- it might not even be from the city. Ben found several cigarettes, which he glared at as though they were imposters, and then a half-full packet of cigars that made him grin like a little boy on Christmas Day. Though in my family, when I had one, it was the sight of food that made me smile like that. Then Jimmy found a notebook or diary of some kind and waved us over, and my heart sank when I saw it, wondering how much effort it would take to get any kind of sense out of this. Instead, when I opened it and paged through, I found that many of the pages were blank and that though the spelling was bad the words were at least modern English. And that the phases of the moon were carefully marked in. "Look at that," I said softly. "They make the boat trips here to coincide with the moon waxing. Every time--" I turned pages back, checking the last four months, "--every time the moon gets to the eighth day of its cycle they come here. And they come back and forth for--" more page flipping and checking, "--five days." "So they're picking up something they can only see when the moon's half full?" Ben's nose wrinkled like he was smelling something bad. "Or they come when they think those creatures are least active," said Jimmy. I nodded. "Could be either," I conceded, because Ben doesn't like being wrong, "but if it were me planning these trips then Jimmy's idea would matter a lot to me." Ben looked around. "If this is least active," he said, and didn't have to finish the rest of his sentence. "Are we finished?" "I've got two to search," said Jimmy, pointing, so he and Ben went off to check the victims and I finished going through the diary. "Nothing," reported Jimmy as they came back. "Wish I could say the same," I said. "Suzie turned up in Elizabethtown two days ago according to this. And she's definitely looking for us." That was a bit of a jump from three names written in shaky letters on the page, but I knew what she was like, and I was pretty sure of my guess. "Great," said Ben. "How long before she finds us do you think?" I looked around, at the bodies and the ship. "Long enough," I said. "She's not got anyone to lead her here now, by the looks of it. She'll probably have to wait for us to return." "So we look for a way out of there that isn't the way we came," said Ben. "No point in walking into a trap, and I don't think there's any reward we're going to get for the chupacapra." "True enough," I said. "Let's go and see if we can match this mysterious key to any gaps on the map.
[I suppose this is a bit more like "bodies with evidence", but... close enough :)]
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Well, we have bodies, and I'm sure there's some kind of evidence on them, but you're asking what exactly? The only to find out then is to get our hands bloody, I guess.
Bodies of evidence
We found a single key between the bodies but no indication of where it came from -- it might not even be from the city. Ben found several cigarettes, which he glared at as though they were imposters, and then a half-full packet of cigars that made him grin like a little boy on Christmas Day. Though in my family, when I had one, it was the sight of food that made me smile like that. Then Jimmy found a notebook or diary of some kind and waved us over, and my heart sank when I saw it, wondering how much effort it would take to get any kind of sense out of this. Instead, when I opened it and paged through, I found that many of the pages were blank and that though the spelling was bad the words were at least modern English. And that the phases of the moon were carefully marked in.
"Look at that," I said softly. "They make the boat trips here to coincide with the moon waxing. Every time--" I turned pages back, checking the last four months, "--every time the moon gets to the eighth day of its cycle they come here. And they come back and forth for--" more page flipping and checking, "--five days."
"So they're picking up something they can only see when the moon's half full?" Ben's nose wrinkled like he was smelling something bad.
"Or they come when they think those creatures are least active," said Jimmy. I nodded.
"Could be either," I conceded, because Ben doesn't like being wrong, "but if it were me planning these trips then Jimmy's idea would matter a lot to me."
Ben looked around. "If this is least active," he said, and didn't have to finish the rest of his sentence. "Are we finished?"
"I've got two to search," said Jimmy, pointing, so he and Ben went off to check the victims and I finished going through the diary.
"Nothing," reported Jimmy as they came back.
"Wish I could say the same," I said. "Suzie turned up in Elizabethtown two days ago according to this. And she's definitely looking for us." That was a bit of a jump from three names written in shaky letters on the page, but I knew what she was like, and I was pretty sure of my guess.
"Great," said Ben. "How long before she finds us do you think?"
I looked around, at the bodies and the ship. "Long enough," I said. "She's not got anyone to lead her here now, by the looks of it. She'll probably have to wait for us to return."
"So we look for a way out of there that isn't the way we came," said Ben. "No point in walking into a trap, and I don't think there's any reward we're going to get for the chupacapra."
"True enough," I said. "Let's go and see if we can match this mysterious key to any gaps on the map.
[I suppose this is a bit more like "bodies with evidence", but... close enough :)]
Greg - yes, close enough indeed.
The current diary is an interesting find, not to mention the reminder of Suzie's pursuit. As if the lads didn't already have enough to worry about!
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