The Adventures Of Rhys Morgan - The Secret Of Morra Island
Mar 26, 2021 16:38:21 GMT -5
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Post by The Morgan Estate on Mar 26, 2021 16:38:21 GMT -5
The Adventures of Rhys Morgan
.::The Secret Of Morra Island::.
.::The Secret Of Morra Island::.
We open with a view of the most exquisite vessel. A gargantuan ship indeed, sturdy and well looked after. The crew aboard, at least fifteen strong. Commands are bellowed, aimed firmly at the Bilge rats aboard. As the horizon sports the beginning of the day, the behemoth moves into yonder.
In it's place, a damaged and dainty boat floats lethargically into the dock. At the wheel of this one man sloop, is a young man - golden tanned skin - shirtless, lean yet muscly - wearing just a pair of cargo shorts. His mid-length brown hair lifts a little in the wind, then settles down with a sense of confidence. He hops off and ties his transport against an iron post, then makes his way down the wooden track.
"A'hoy Mr Morgan!" Shouts the Port Master, with an enthusiastic tone.
"How goes it, my friend!" Comes the reply, as they exchange a smile in passing.
"Rhys Morgan!" Exclaims a women, stood warmly at the end of the dock.
"Hey Trudy, how've you been?" Our Young Adventurer enquires.
"Oh, not so bad. Same old." Trudy answers. "How come you're back? It's been a while?"
"Well, that's a long story!" Morgan laughs. "In short, I was imprisoned on an Island run by a Criminal Mastermind, used as collateral for my dad - who then saved me but died in the process!"
Trudy stares for a second, completely bemused by the story . She smiles and looks back at him, resting her aging hand upon his shoulder.
"I knew he was gone.. I could feel it." Trudy admits, as a tear cradles in her eye. "So what are you gonna do now?"
"Well.." Rhys begins. "I've come back to Morra Island to find something. It'll keep me busy for a while, that's for sure."
"Find something?" Trudy enquires.
"Yeah.. there are so many stories." Rhys explains, rubbing the back of his neck with his finger tip. "Stories of lost treasures, secret hideaways and stashes. People have looked before but I don't think they've looked in the right places."
Young Morgan reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small rusty key. Upon it "Mor-Morra" can be seen, written in faded italics.
"This key leads to something, I'm sure of it." Morgan nods. "Mor-Morra wouldn't mean anything to most people. Yet, I can't help but think it means Morgan-Morra."
"Do you think the key is meant for you?!" Trudy gasps, taken back by the revelation.
"Nope." The Young Adventurer smiles. "I think it was meant for my dad!"
Trudy and Rhys look down at the key once more, before he places it back in his pocket. The pair turn and look out at the deep blue sea in front of them, as the sun shines down; glistening wholesomely.
TBC
In it's place, a damaged and dainty boat floats lethargically into the dock. At the wheel of this one man sloop, is a young man - golden tanned skin - shirtless, lean yet muscly - wearing just a pair of cargo shorts. His mid-length brown hair lifts a little in the wind, then settles down with a sense of confidence. He hops off and ties his transport against an iron post, then makes his way down the wooden track.
"A'hoy Mr Morgan!" Shouts the Port Master, with an enthusiastic tone.
"How goes it, my friend!" Comes the reply, as they exchange a smile in passing.
"Rhys Morgan!" Exclaims a women, stood warmly at the end of the dock.
"Hey Trudy, how've you been?" Our Young Adventurer enquires.
"Oh, not so bad. Same old." Trudy answers. "How come you're back? It's been a while?"
"Well, that's a long story!" Morgan laughs. "In short, I was imprisoned on an Island run by a Criminal Mastermind, used as collateral for my dad - who then saved me but died in the process!"
Trudy stares for a second, completely bemused by the story . She smiles and looks back at him, resting her aging hand upon his shoulder.
"I knew he was gone.. I could feel it." Trudy admits, as a tear cradles in her eye. "So what are you gonna do now?"
"Well.." Rhys begins. "I've come back to Morra Island to find something. It'll keep me busy for a while, that's for sure."
"Find something?" Trudy enquires.
"Yeah.. there are so many stories." Rhys explains, rubbing the back of his neck with his finger tip. "Stories of lost treasures, secret hideaways and stashes. People have looked before but I don't think they've looked in the right places."
Young Morgan reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small rusty key. Upon it "Mor-Morra" can be seen, written in faded italics.
"This key leads to something, I'm sure of it." Morgan nods. "Mor-Morra wouldn't mean anything to most people. Yet, I can't help but think it means Morgan-Morra."
"Do you think the key is meant for you?!" Trudy gasps, taken back by the revelation.
"Nope." The Young Adventurer smiles. "I think it was meant for my dad!"
Trudy and Rhys look down at the key once more, before he places it back in his pocket. The pair turn and look out at the deep blue sea in front of them, as the sun shines down; glistening wholesomely.
TBC
