Voyages with Vampires
written by Jake Gimli
*Chapter 3 fixed* This famous Memoir follows the fabulous Gideroy Lockhart and his adventures with Capitão Stalin, and his crew.
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05/31/21
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Chapter 4
Chapter 4
There is not much to tell about the first few hours. I did find a few new species of clam on the beach that I picked up with a grabber, but not much more than that.
After not finding much on the bay, I decided to study the red lettuce I collected the night before. I put my wand in my cloak and hand on my head.
Finding many distinct features, I decided to look it up in A Catalog of Brazilian Plants.
The following paragraph is the page I found on Alface vermelha.
Alface Vermelha is commonly found in the river banks of tropical rain forest. It’s veins create filter nutrients found in blood into the water it uses for what muggles call Photosynthesis. This trait technically makes Alface Vermelha one of the only plants that can support life for vampires.
The word vampires stuck in my head for a while. Could The Voyaging Society’s members be vampires? No, my head argued back, If they really were vampires, I would have seen more evidence by now. I let that thought sink in my head, proud of my counter my argument.
But, as I thought, I remember Heklita (the girl I met at the bay) saying something about being affected by the sun. And, the whole boat was canopied from the sun.
Well, I thought, It can’t be too much trouble to ask.
Thinking that Stalin would laugh and say no, I walked down much braver than I knew what was to happen next.
…
I found Stalin still hunching over the map, the ship figurine making accurate movements of the real one.
I just stood there for a little bit.
No, scratch that, a long bit.
I was shaking like a tsunami was taking place under the ship, and who knows, maybe there was one going on.
“Captain” I whispered, but came out loud because of the echo of the dinner room.
Stalin sharply turned, turning his trait like penetrating eyes at my eyes with a very harsh look.
For a moment, I thought he knew my intentions.
Then, just as quick, he changed back to his default welcoming expression. “Mr. Lockhart. You made me jerk. Your face looks worried. Is there a problem?” His face dropped hastily, “Oh no, is it starting to smell?” he started a few long strides into the hallway. “No, no, it’s not that” I said in a tense tone.
Stalin turned back in a glad/worried face. “Well, i’m glad it’s not that, but you say there is still a problem?”
I gulped.
I couldn’t stand the tension.
I said as fast as my vocal cords could, “Are you guys a vampire?”
Stalin stared for a moment, then broke in a laugh. A huge knot in my stomach unties itself.
After finishing his laughter with a sigh, he said, “I knew you were to smart for us.”
My stomach tied it self back up.
“Wait, what?”
Stalin raised his hand, and I knew no more.
After not finding much on the bay, I decided to study the red lettuce I collected the night before. I put my wand in my cloak and hand on my head.
Finding many distinct features, I decided to look it up in A Catalog of Brazilian Plants.
The following paragraph is the page I found on Alface vermelha.
Alface Vermelha is commonly found in the river banks of tropical rain forest. It’s veins create filter nutrients found in blood into the water it uses for what muggles call Photosynthesis. This trait technically makes Alface Vermelha one of the only plants that can support life for vampires.
The word vampires stuck in my head for a while. Could The Voyaging Society’s members be vampires? No, my head argued back, If they really were vampires, I would have seen more evidence by now. I let that thought sink in my head, proud of my counter my argument.
But, as I thought, I remember Heklita (the girl I met at the bay) saying something about being affected by the sun. And, the whole boat was canopied from the sun.
Well, I thought, It can’t be too much trouble to ask.
Thinking that Stalin would laugh and say no, I walked down much braver than I knew what was to happen next.
…
I found Stalin still hunching over the map, the ship figurine making accurate movements of the real one.
I just stood there for a little bit.
No, scratch that, a long bit.
I was shaking like a tsunami was taking place under the ship, and who knows, maybe there was one going on.
“Captain” I whispered, but came out loud because of the echo of the dinner room.
Stalin sharply turned, turning his trait like penetrating eyes at my eyes with a very harsh look.
For a moment, I thought he knew my intentions.
Then, just as quick, he changed back to his default welcoming expression. “Mr. Lockhart. You made me jerk. Your face looks worried. Is there a problem?” His face dropped hastily, “Oh no, is it starting to smell?” he started a few long strides into the hallway. “No, no, it’s not that” I said in a tense tone.
Stalin turned back in a glad/worried face. “Well, i’m glad it’s not that, but you say there is still a problem?”
I gulped.
I couldn’t stand the tension.
I said as fast as my vocal cords could, “Are you guys a vampire?”
Stalin stared for a moment, then broke in a laugh. A huge knot in my stomach unties itself.
After finishing his laughter with a sigh, he said, “I knew you were to smart for us.”
My stomach tied it self back up.
“Wait, what?”
Stalin raised his hand, and I knew no more.
