Save me a Story – Impossible

This is the continuing story of my adventures in the tale: Save me a Story. If you wish to read the introduction to understand what is happening, click this link: 

https://www.hdhstory.net/Storyblog/?p=3431 

Otherwise, I’ve tried to summarize what happened at the beginning of most of the sections of this story.  

Impossible

My friend, Ronald, who had unwillingly been thrust into this adventure to help me find all of the lost stories that had been stolen and the story characters who were kidnapped, now found himself in the clutches of none other than Captain Hook, who was also in search of his crew and the story he was supposed to be part of. When Ronald started this adventure, he had no clue what he was doing, and being captured by Captain Hook did not add to his confidence.  Had Ronald originally paid attention to the Caretaker of Selat when getting instructions, he might not have strayed so far off course. 

Now in the clutches of Hook, he was moving in a northerly direction, which should have been the way he was supposed to go the first time, had he not gone west instead.

Ronald and Hook were now on a path that led to a cottage just on the edge of the village. As they stopped to look at the house, wondering whether or not anyone was there with helpful information, a woman stepped out through the door. Before Ronald or the Captain could utter a word, this haughty woman was upon them.

“WHERE ARE MY DAUGHTERS AND THAT WRETCH OF A CINDER GIRL!?” she screamed. 

Again, before they could respond, this woman continued, “Isn’t it bad enough that I am left here on my own, with no one to do my bidding, fix my meals, clean my house, but my daughters just up and leave for some stupid meeting!”

“But, madam,” Hook said most eloquently as he bowed to the woman, “That is precisely what we are trying to find out, for we, too, have lost our compatriots to some meeting, some two days ago, from which, no one has returned.”

The mean-spirited woman stood tall. “Well, don’t just stand there like idiots! Go and find them!”

As they slowly backed away in an attempt to both acknowledge her demand and get away from her. She called out once more.

“You men are just as likely to get it wrong. I can see that you are both fools. You,” pointing to Ronald, “don’t look like you can even dress yourself, let alone find the time of day or a missing person. How do you plan on finding anyone?” 

“And you, Mr. La-dee-dah,” she continued as she ranted at Hook, “with all your fancy clothes, I believe that is a hook you have in place of a hand. What good is that? Ohh…Maybe that big sword you have will help…Poppycock! You couldn’t fight your way out of an empty basket! You’re both just stupid, and I don’t trust you!”

Before either of them could say a word or Hook could take out his sword and carve this woman to ribbons, the woman spoke again.

“I’ll be taking charge of this little group. And don’t even think to question my decision. I’m willing to carve off my own daughters’ toes and heels to get what I want. I don’t think you will stop me with your hooks and swords. And when found, my daughters are mine, and you can do whatever you want with that useless Cinder Whelp. 

Logic would dictate that Hook and Ronald would run away as fast as possible, but they did the impossible instead; they cowered to her demands and accepted her terms. 

Continued in…Jack