Immediately everything was dark. The bathroom disappeared as if the lights had been snuffed out. Slowly a green light faded into appearance above, just as we expected. Clara released my hand and floated upward towards what seemed like the surface of a lake or a pool. We stumbled out of the water and fell on our hands and knees onto the ground.
We found ourselves, as we knew we would, in the woods. Green light filtered down through the branches of every tree you could name. Straight birches and gnarled oaks grew side by side, along with twisted cedars and quivering aspens. The ground was carpeted with pine needles and gold and brown leaves. I took a deep breath in inhaled the rich scent of earth and growing things. “Can you hear anything?” Clara whispered to me.
“Just you. Why are you whispering?”
“This just seems like…a…whispering place,” she replied. Slowly we got to our feet. She was right. I had walked the sanctuaries of hundreds of churches in a dozen countries across Europe. But this was the most holy place I had ever stood. We began to wander away from the pool from which we had emerged, until Clara had the good sense to mark an “O” for “Oxford” in the dirt with a stick. The woods stretched on as far as we could see, and it was hard to choose where to begin. According to “Magician’s Nephew,” each pool would take us to a different world. Could we get to Narnia? Hogwarts? Neverland? And which pool was which?”
“I don’t know which one to choose.” Clara frowned, staring around at the wealth of pools around us.
“Did you think they would be marked like the woods in Nightmare Before Christmas?”
“Of course not! Well…yes…kinda…” we laughed.
“Well, just pick one and go. This is your adventure.”
“The guys are never gonna believe this. Oh wait! Does your camera work?”
I pulled my phone out of my pocket. No bars. No surprise. But the camera did come on, and I took Clara’s photo by the pool she had chosen. Maybe if her brother and father saw the picture, I could convince them it was THIS wood and not just some park in London. I turned the phone off, not knowing what kind of effect a magical journey would have on a battery. “Is your green ring ready?”
“Absolutely. Green ring in my left pocket, yellow in my right.”
“How does that make any sense at all?”
Clara shrugged. “I just figured we would be here more than we would be anywhere else, so right hand for the place we will go more.”
“Well, it’s logical. I guess Lewis would approve. Ready?” We put on our green rings and stepped into the water.
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We found ourselves, again, in the woods. “I don’t think it worked,” Clara said.
“No, these woods are definitely different. It’s much hotter here. And not flat. The Wood Between is smooth and almost tended. This woods has roots sticking up everywhere. Plus, you can hear things.” Cries of birds, croaks of frogs, and possibly the howls of monkeys filled the air. Compared to the near silence of the Wood Between, it was almost deafening.
“I wonder where we are, then.” She walked up a rise to our right to get a better look at the landscape, then dropped quickly to the ground. “PIRATES” she whispered loudly back to me. I crept slowly up the rise to join her and peered over the edge of the rise. We were crouching on the top of a hill looking down on a crescent-shaped island. A three masted pirate ship lay at anchor in the bay in the center of the crescent. The wind picked up and an unmistakeable black flag, painted with a skull and crossed swords, waved in the breeze.
“Do you think these are fun pirates or not-fun pirates?” I asked.
“How are we gonna tell? Get closer?”
“Are you crazy?”
“Well, we did put on yellow rings that we dug up from under a bench in Oxford.”
“Fine, we’ll get closer. Just be very careful. There’s a big difference between Captain Hook and Long John Silver.”
Suddenly a flock of birds burst out of the trees above our heads. I gasped, then clapped my hand over my mouth to muffle the sound. “Birds flying signify danger cliche!” Clara muttered. The last bird out of the trees was an enormous blue parrot. “PIECES OF EIGHT, PIECES OF EIGHT!” it shrieked.
“These pirates are definitely not fun. We should get out of here!” But it was too late. Before we could move, eight burly men came out of the woods singing “Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest—Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!” The first man in line was shorter than we expected, and walked with a limp because of the wooden leg reaching up to his right hip. “Halt!” he cried out, and the rest of the men shuffled to a standstill, staring right at us.
One of the men reached down and pulled me to my feet, while another grabbed Clara’s arm. “Leave her alone!” I shouted, fighting against my captor. He wrapped his arm around my middle and held me close to his stinking shirt. I turned my face away, trying to breathe, and stomped on his foot. He yelped in pain and shock and let me go; I threw myself at the pirate who had Clara in his grip, but she had elbowed him in the ribs and he was doubled up in pain as well.
“For a bunch of pirates, they don’t fight very well,” Clara muttered under her breath.
“They’re probably not used to girls who fight back,” I answered.
The pirate leader shoved the other men aside, bellowing at us. “Where did you come from? There’s no way you were stowaways on my ship, by thunder!” I bit my lip to hold back a chuckle at my favorite exclamation.
Clara was quicker to answer. “We’ve been on this island for weeks. We were…shipwrecked here. My mother and I were the only survivors.”
“What was the name of the ship?”
I answered with the first ship that came to mind. “The Enterprise.” Clara rolled her eyes and groaned.
“There’s no ship called the Enterprise from London.”
“No, we launched from…um…the colonies” I forgot when in history Stevenson had placed his pirates and didn’t want to take chances on them not knowing about Texas.
“Hmm.” The one-legged pirate grunted at me and shoved Clara and myself into the line of pirates. We were handed shovels and told to follow along.
After trudging for about a mile (up, down, across a stream, and around too many trees to count) we came to a ring of trees nestled together on top of a small hill. “Huzzah, mates, all together!” shouted one of the men, and they all took off at a run, headed towards treasure that Clara and I knew was not there. Clara and I held back as the men ran off. “Do you want to follow and see them not find the treasure?”
“No, I don’t want Silver mad at me. Yellow rings ready?”
“Ready.”
And with that, we left Treasure Island behind.