The lost heiress, the pirate and the quest for the fountain of youth - Completed

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Title: The lost heiress, the pirate and the quest for the fountain of youth a Klara A. Aurora novel

This story kind of grew of itself. From the beginning it was only supposed to exist as maybe 4 or 5 screenshots in my immortal dynasty, but then I had way too much fun getting the screenshots, so I decided to tell the whole story.

I have two things I'm a big fan of. One is the sims, and the other is romance novels - the cheesier the better. So, when Klara started writing romance novels I had a lot of fun making up the plots while I was playing. Then I needed a romance story, so I decided to create one here. The plot is all over the place, and I can promise a lot of melodrama and costumes, costumes, costumes. And pirates! Well, at least one, it says so in the title anyway.

You should take this post as a warning label, if you do not like reading cheesy and over the top romance novels, you should probably stay away.

Remember - every writer loves a comment.

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I can't wait. I love pirates, romance and the cheesier the better. Bring it on.

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Riverview, a town know for it's serenity and gentile inhabitants. Everyone always says the air is clearer, the houses cheaper and the people nicer than in any other town in the simverse. And we have no reason to doubt this commonly held belief, or do we?

The Spenster house is calm and serene on the outside, but behind closed doors lurks dark secrets.

Nellie and Lucille live a comfortable life, they are honorable members of the community and spend a lot of their time socializing with their neighbors.

The reason they can spend so much time doing things at their leasure is Greta, she is an orphan they took in and raised from toddlerhood. Well, raised is maybe not the right word, they let her live in their basement in exchange for her doing chores. It's all very hush hush of course, the Spenster sisters doesn't want anyone to find out Greta has to work for her living. Thay are passing themselves off as her benevolent benefactors.

Another well guarded secret is Nellie's explosive temper and her and her sisters hidden mean spirited traits.

Nellie: Have you been eating our food again? You are a selfish girl who belongs out on the street!
Greta: No, I promise, I didn't take anything.
Nellie: I'm going to make sure you're not lying. Because if you do, we'll lock you in the basement again.

Greta: Please, not the basement. I haven't eaten anything except the old autumn salad you gave me yesterday.
Nellie: Hm, we shall see. Now get out of here girl, we are expecting company. And we can't have you running around in here looking like a maid. Now scram!
Greta: Yes, ms Nellie. When do you want me to come back?
Nellie: Not before the sun comes down. And take the laundry with you, you could at least do something useful in your free afternoon.
Greta: Yes, ms Nellie.

Luckily Greta had one other person who she could talk to. His name was Cary and he was also an orphan. He worked as an apprentice to the town sculptor.

Greta: Oh Cary, it's so nice to see you.
Cary: Is everything OK? You seem upset.

Greta: I'm fine now, but ms Nellie was screaming at me earlier. I don't know how much more of this I can take.
Cary: Come her, let me give you a hug, I can't hurt and will probably make it better.
Greta: That wasn't a hug! But now I feel a lot better.

Cary: I wasn't sure you'd think it was all right, me kissing you I mean.
Greta: It was...good. Don't be shy, I'm not mad at you.
Cary: Good. Because I want to kiss you all the time.
Greta: I want to kiss you all the time too.
Cary: So, will you be my girlfriend?
Greta: I'd love to, but we have to keep it a secret. If the Spenster sisters found out they'd lock me in the basement and trow away the key.
Cary: I can keep a secret if you can.

Greta: Oh, I just wish we were old enough to get away from this town.
Cary: The Ivanov's aren't that bad.
Greta: No, they are nice. But they are to poor to pay you for your work, and I won't get a single simoleon from the Spensters, ms Nellie makes sure of that.
Cary: I'll find a way for us to get enough money to move together. Do you trust me?
Greta: With my life.

[sdhoey]

Squeeeee.... Cary and Greta!!! I love it..

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The years passed and life was pretty much the same. Greta worked her fingers to the bone behind the closed doors of the Spenster house, and no one in Riverview except Cary even knew she excised. Cary worked hard as an apprentice, but the Ivanov's never got any more money, and the little they managed to scrape together they spent, so he decided that he had to take drastic measures to ensure he and Greta could one day get married.

Greta: Oh, you didn't!
Cary: Yes I did.
Greta: But joining the militay! It's so dangerous, and you are going so far, far away.

Cary: Lot's of sims my age go to Simdia, it's the land of opportunity. There is money to earn for sims with vision, and we get to protect out part of the simverse too.
Greta: I know it's a good thing, but I can't bear the thought of being seperated form you for so long.
Cary: Not that long. If I'm lucky it will only be for two years.
Greta: That seems like forever.

Cary: Which is why I wanted to do this before I go. Greta, will you marry me?
Greta: Oh, Cary! Of course I'll marry you! It's only been my dream since forever.

Cary: See, this ring wil help you remember me when I'm gone.
Greta: I'll never take it off!

Greta: You've made me so happy.
Cary: And you've made me the happiest man in the world.

Greta: When are you leaving? How much longer do I have with you?
Cary: I'm shipping out early tomorrow morning.

Greta: Be safe, I love you.
*smooch*

Cary: You'll wait for me, wont you? You won't find someone else when I'm gone?
Greta: There can never be anyone but you! Just stay safe, and come back soon.
Cary: I love you.
Greta: I love you.

That night Greta's dreams were filled with visions of Simdia and the life she and Cary would have once he got back. In her dreams everything was vibrant, luxurious and exotic.

There were even elephants! Nothing like her life in Riverview at all.

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Life in Riverview without Cary was dreary. Greta spent what little free time she was allowed to have writing letters, about her days. Letters filled with her hopes and dreams. Letters filled with longing.

She wrote and wrote, but no answer ever came. Even if she checked the mail several times a day. She started to get nervous. Had something happened? Had he found someone else?

And then there was finally news. The paper reported that Vasa, the ship Cary had sailed on was lost at sea.

Greta staggered to her feet, she was light headed and couldn't really take in the information. "All passangers and crew presumed dead"  it said in the paper.

All dead. Did that mean that Cary was dead? No, she wouldn't accept it, there had to....

She fainted dead away.

On a far away beach someone else was also lying lifeless...

Once news about Cary's death had spread through Riverview, and been accepted as fact by everyone, Greta's life was back to the dreary routine it always had been. Only, now there were no end in sight. Now, there was only the prospect of slaving for the Spenster's until they died. And that would be in a long, long time.

Greta was a survivor, so she squared her shoulders and  started preparing the five course meal the sisters would serve their dinner guests this day.

Little did she know, that something was about to happen. Something that would change her life forever.

And this man would set it all in motion.

*rings bell*

Greta: Can I help you sir?
Perry: Hello miss, my name is Perry and I'm Lord Hamming's manservant. Are you miss Greta Aurora?
Greta: Yes I am, what can I do for you?
Perry: What you can do is pack your bags and come with me to Lord Hamming's home in Bridgeport city. He's been looking for you for a long time, he's the guardian your parents appointed when for you before they died so tragically in a car crash.
Greta: A car crash? I don't know anything about that. I don't know anything about my parents at all.
Perry: Well, their names were Julia and Stuart and they were very good friends with Lord Hamming. They were vacationing here in Riverview when the accident occurred, and you were with them. But when we came her to collect you, you had mysteriously vanished from the hospital. Strange, huh?
Greta: Very...

Perry had a chat with the Spenster's and under their glaring and disproving eyes he hustled Greta's meager belongings in his car, and they were off to the big city.

Greta wasn't completely comfortable with this new development, but he had legal documents proving he was speaking the truth, and she was at least relieved to leave the Spenster house behind.

Lucille: What are we going to do now? The guests arrive in an hour!
Nellie: I guess you'd better get in the kitchen and start cooking!
Lucille: You are the one with cooking experience.
Nellie: I'll be busy trying to find us another girl, since you failed getting hold of a proper orphan last time.

Lucille: We'll I'm not going to do the cooking. You're the one who failed to do a proper background check.
Nellie: Are you accusing me for this?
Lucille: And what if I am?
Nellie: I'll lock you in the basement you cow!
Lucille: Try me, heifer!

We leave Riverview with this heartwarming picture of sibling love. You know it's true what they say, Riverview really is the nicest town in the simverse.

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At least compared to Twinbrook where the sims are rumored to be ugly, inside and out. Well, at least one of the inhabitants has this reputation.

Max Racket, the entrepreneur with big plans. He's branching out to the rest of the towns after completely monopolizing the illegal and semi legal trades in Twinbrook. His newest venture is a casino masquerading as a vampire lounge in Bridgeport. The real power in Bridgeport is held by vampires, so the police never come near any place that cater to these denizens of the night.

Max is doing brisk business, and he seems to have caught a pretty big fish in his net. Lord Hamming himself, the Duke of Bridgeport (who the Count is should be pretty self explanatory).

Max: Hahaha *evil ominous overtones* I have hooked him, soon I will bleed him dry.

Lord H has the fewer, the gambling fewer. He's lost over 25,000 simoleons so far this night. And he's been raking up just as big debts the earlier this week.

Lord H: I don't understand why I never win!

Poor Lord H, he doesn't realize Max Racket's establishments always favors the house in games of chance.

Lord H: Unbelievable! Now I'm out of credit for the night!

As Lord H drowns his sorrows in pink frothy drinks, Mr Racket gears up to go in for the kill.

Mr Racket: Lord H, before you leave, let's discuss this little thing called settling accounts.
Lord H: You dare speak to me familiar like this? I'm a part of Bridgeport's upper society, you are nothing but a wannabe from the swamp.
Mr Racket: Take care how you speak to me Lord H, I might not be a celebrity, but I do have something you seem to lack - money!
Lord H:I do have money, I just prefer spending it on essentials such as beauty treatments for my face.

Mr Racket: It's good to know what you value, it makes it so much easier to negotiate.
Lord H: Negotiate?
Mr Racket: It's a very easy concept. You get me what I want, what I'm owed. And I won't mess up your face any more than this...

First Lord H seems to want to fight, but Mr Racket's two goons inching closer makes him consider his options. His face really was to valuable to ruin over something as trivial as money. Maybe they could come to some kind of understanding?

Lord H: I apologize most sincerely Mr Racket. (An actor always knows how to sound sincere even when they aren't) I don't have the funds at the moment, but I have something else that might interest you.
Mr Racket: I'm a business man, payment can come in many currencies, but it will come. Let's hear your proposal.
Lord H: I've heard of your wifes passing, you are not by any chance interested in remarrying? Because I have a ward who's parents left her some prime real estate in Sunset Valley, but the property is tied to marriage.
Mr Racket: Sunset Valley you say? That's virgin, undefiled ground, I find your proposal very interesting. And the girl? Is she agreeable?
Lord H: She's grown up very sheltered, in Riverview, and I'm her guardian. She'll do as she's told.
Mr Racket: I'd like to see her before I make up my mind.
Lord H: How about tomorrow? I'll trow together a party and you can meet her.
Mr Racket: Until then.

Lord H: *thinking* It really was most fortuitous that I had Perry collect Greta from Riverview after all. And marriage to a Racket will ensure she's out of play once and for all. The way to the fountain is all mine, all mine. Muhahah. Oh, is that a new wrinkle? I'll have to ask Perry when I get home. No matter, I look smoking, the face is safe.

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Lord H: I'm glad you agreeed to wear that new dress I bought you, because today you are meeting your husband!
Greta: What husband? I'm not getting married!
Lord H: Your parents wanted me to see you settled, and you don't have a fiancee do you?
Greta:*with tears in her voice* No...no I don't.
Lord H: So, turn around and see who I've snagged for you.

Greta: *gasp* Mr Racket! No, it can't be! He's one of the wickedest people in the simverse. You can't be serious!
Lord H: Of course I am. He's settled and will take good care of you. He's got money to spend on your clothes and stuff, you should be happy, there are worse people out there.
Greta: Worse?

Mr Racket: Hey sexy girl, you can call me big daddy.
Greta: Ew, get your hands off me!

Mr Racket: What was that! You should be grateful I agreed to marry you.

Mr Racket: You better learn some manners, once we're married I won't accept any back talking.
*slap*

Greta: Is this how you respect my parents trust in you? By giving me to this monster?

Lord H: You obviously don't understand how the world works. I'm in charge of you, and you have to obey. I tell you to marry Mr Racket, and you do. I tell you to smile while doing so, and you... well fill in the blanks.
Greta: Never! I'll not marry him!

*slap*
Lord H: It's Mr Racket or the street. You think Riverview was hard? You wont last an afternoon without me in Bridgeport. So you better resign yourself to this marriage, and practice your smile in the mirror, because it's going to happen.

Greta: Please, I'll do anything, anything at all. Just let me stay unmarried. I don't love mr Rackt, I love...
Lord H: You love who? That dead sailor form Riverview? I know about him, I know all about your life. He's dead, but you are not...yet. Do this, and you get to keep it that way.

Mr Racket and Lord H left Greta in the room crying her heart out.

Greta: Oh Cary, you promised you'd come back for me...

Greta:...how will I survive this? How can I marry someone that's not you? Why did you have to go to Simdia? We could have been happy even if we were poor.

Greta: Cary, I miss you so!

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After leaving Greta in tears downstairs and saying goodnight to mr Racket, Lord H goos up to his study. A study that is suspiciously well used. What is he researching? Why does he have an evidence board? All will be revealed.

He opens a secret compartment and takes out a map, a treasure map, a treasure map left to Greta by her parents. This is the real reason he's so sanguine about marrying her off to mr Racket. He had to get her from Riverview to make sure she didn't know anything about this map, and now he has to get rid of her again, to make sure she wont find out about it. The map gives the location of the fountain of youth, something any actor and celebrity would kill for. And he already has, it was in fact he who killed Greta's parents...

...and if she won't go through with the marriage to mr Racket, he will just have to ask Perry to organize another "car accident".

Lord H: We are so close now, my love.
Perry: My lord, we will get to the fountain before it's to late! You will only grow younger and younger, and your face will cover all theaters form  Lunar Lakes to Moonlight Falls.
Lord H: This marriage must happen. I trust you to make sure she doesn't get cold feet. I already sent out a notice to the paper.
Perry: I'm ever your servant my lord, you can count on me. Are you sure you've hidden the map from the snooping girl?
Lord H: Of course, it's in the secret compartment behind the bookshelves. She'll never stumble over it.

Stumble over it she might not, but look for it when she knows he's hidden something? That seems very likely. Greta should give thanks to her years living and sneeking around the Spenster's old creaking house, she walks as quite as a mouse. Without that skill she would never had thought Lord H had anything to hide. 

Now, she was on the hunt.

Greta: Oh my God! My parents knew the location of the fountain of youth! They would never want to keep this from me, look here it says "to be kept sealed until handed over to our darling daughter". Lord H has been keeping this for himself! Now I really can't trust him!

Greta: I heard what he and the creepy manservant was talking about, I can't let him abuse the magic of the fountain just to preserv his face. The magic of the fountain is only to be used by old lovers who need a second chance, everyone knows that. I have to do something...

Greta: First things first, I have to destroy the map, I have to make sure he can't get to it. And then, then I guess I'll have to run away from here. It's not safe, I can't stay with people I can't trust.

Perry, Lord H's loyal manservant, was very disgruntled. That girl Lord H had him bring from Riverview was ruining everything. He and the master had had such a comfortable life until the master decided he needed to resurrect her from the dead, figuratively of course.

The master would never have anything to do with the supernatural. That's why he needed the fountain of youth so bad, all these vampires running around staying young forever and ruining his career.

But Perry always had the master's back, and now he had tasked him with making sure the girl stayed where she was supposed to until the wedding, went through with the wedding and disappeared from their life forever. Perry agreed with the master's plan, and he would make sure it came to fruition.

He saw the girl hurrying towards the front door and became suspicious.

Perry: Oh, Greta! Are you going somewhere?
Greta: Um, no...I was just going to see if there was any mail....so...
Perry: I've already checked the mail, it's my job after all. I'm the manservant of this house, you should be in your room preparing for your wedding.
Greta: I was...I was, I just have...nerves...
Perry: If you're nervous, this calming drink will help you relax. Come on try it. The master always let's me make him this when he want's to calm down.
Greta: Oh, all right, if Lord H drinks them I suppose they are all right.

Greta: Perry, this tastes kind of fff, kind of fffnnn...

Perry: Your innocence is really annoying, even if it is convenient. 

Perry: Trying to sneak out were you? We'll see about that. I'll make sure you're ready for your wedding tomorrow.

Greta woke up with a blinding headache, dressed for her wedding, (gulp! Who had changed her clothes? Was it Perry?) and locked in the bathroom!

Greta: Could this day get any worse?

The nefarious gentlemen in the hot tub would seem to have everything in their hand.

But wait! Who's the masked man sneaking through the house? And what is his intentions?

[sdhoey]

sitting edge of seat

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Greta snaps out of her brooding when she hears strange muffled noises at her door.

Greta: Hello? I someone there?

Masked man: It is I, the Dread Pirate Inkbeard.
Greta: A pirate? You look more like Zorro. What are you doing here?
Masked man: That is why this is the perfect disguise, no one expects a pirate to dress like a flamenco dancer! What I'm doing here? I've come to tell you not to go through with this wedding. Does your promise mean so little to you, that you'd marry the first man who asks you once you find out your fiance died?
Greta: No! I don't...

Masked man: You fill a young mans head with promises of love ever after, and then you run off to marry someone old enough to be your grandfather. You are despicable!
Greta: I love my fiance!

Masked man: You love your mr Racket? What do you love about him? The way his kisses makes you feel? Maybe you like every mans kisses? Shall we try with mine?
Greta: No! Wait! You misunderstood! Stop, what are you doing?
Masked man: I'm going to kiss you, of course. What else would a flamenco dancing dread pirate do?

This latest development proves to much for Greta, or is the sleeping drought still active? Mayhap this story should have been called the fainting damsel, because it seems to be her one defining move.

The masked flamenco dancer, er, dread pirate picks up Greta with surprising care and carries her from the house. The nefarious men in the hot tub don't notice a thing.

Masked man: I'm sorry I scared you my love, I will take better care of you from now on and I will not let those men have you.

Greta wakes up on a beach, the masked flamenco dancer has now transformed into a pirate, but he is still masked.

Greta: What do you want from me? Money? There is no money! I'm being sold in slavery to Mr Racket to pay for Lord H's gambling debts, so if that was your aim, you are out of luck.
Masked man; now Pirate: I only wanted to see you, to learn why you were marrying mr Racket.
Greta: And now that you know? Will you give me back to Lord H to sell as cattle?
Masked man; now Pirate: No, I thouht I'd deliver you to your first fiance.

*slap*
Greta: I despise you, barging in on my life, making accusations and passing judgement. Mocking me with Cary's death! I don't have to listen to you, I'm leaving!

Masked man; now Pirate: No! Please, wait.

Masked man; now Pirate: It's me, Cary.
Greta: Cary? I can't believe it!
Masked man; then Pirate; now Cary (oh, I give up!)
Cary: The ship was sabotaged, I and a few others were washed up on the smugglers beach in Barnacle Bay. The Dread Pirate Inkbeard took us in and let us join his crew. When he decided to step down in order to run for mayor, I took over.
Greta: Why didn't you contact me?
Cary: I tried, I went to the Spenster's, but they wouldn't say where you went. First I was afraid they had thrown you out on the street or locked you in the basement - I even had my crew search the entire house! But you had vanished in thin air.
Greta: I wrote to you every day, even after they said you had died.
Cary: Then I saw the notice of your engagement in the papers. I was so conflicted. I was so happy to have found you, and so jealous you were marrying someone else.
Greta: I never wanted to marry mr Racket, but Lord H was forcing me. I even planed to run away, but his creepy manservant drugged me and locked me in the bathroom.
Cary: I love you.
Greta: I love you too.
*smoochies*

Cary and Greta was reunited at last, but the story isn't over just yet. Lord H, with his creepy manservant (lover? we don't doubt it) and the greedy mr Racket will now turn their eyes towards the fountain of youth. Will Greta and her Dread Pirate Cary be able to save the day? Will they have a happy for ever and after? Will the nefarious gentlemen be punished for their sins? Will Greta react with yet another fainting spell? Read more and you might find out.

One thing is clear, Cary has his sights set on something far off on the horizon.

[sdhoey]

*swoons* I love this... So romantic

[Ausette]

This is brilliant!  I adore cheesy romance, and you look like you're having so much fun with this!

Masked man: It is I, the Dread Pirate Inkbeard.

Lol, you didn't tell us Cary's last name was Elwes! 

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Cary and Greta has left the ship in a life boat and rowed to a secluded beach in Sunlit Tides, where the fountain of youth is hidden.

Cary: I love you.
Greta: I love you too.
Cary: You are the most presious thing in my life, I can't loose you.
Greta: Why do I feel as is you are trying to tell me something?

Cary: Because I am, going after the fountain is going to be dangerous. We don't know if Lord H, his creepy manservant and mr Racket has given up on the fountain yet, or if they are coming here searching for it too.
Greta: They don't have a map, I destroyed it.
Cary: Neither do we, and like I said, I can't loose you now that I just got you back. Which is why I think I should go alone.

Greta: You've got to be kidding me! I know more about this quest than you do. I have a better chance of succeeding on my own than you do. If only one of us goes, it will be me.
Cary: Greta, no. Please, knowing you are safe is the only thing that will keep me sane. I don't want you anywhere near those men!
Greta: Fine, we'll play for it. Best out of three.
Cary: No, this is serious.
Greta: So am I, either we play, or I go alone.

Greta: I win, we both go.
Cary: Just promise to stay close to me.
Greta: Of course I will, being with you is the only way I will feel safe. I would have killed me to stay behind, remember what happened last time - I didn't see you for over a year!
Cary: This time we do it together.
Greta: Together forever, my love.

Cary: A kiss for luck?
Greta: I won't say no.
*smooch*

Greta: So this is it then?
Cary: Yep, the Temple of Death and Doom. Sound like fun.
Greta: Yeah, a great place to take your kids.
Cary: Kids?
Greta: Don't get carried away now. We've got a job to do.
Cary: Right, job now, kids later.
Greta: We'll see.

Mr Racket: First you loose my intended bride, not you want me to crawl through the Temple of Death and Doom?
Lord H: I promise you'll be amply recompensed. Besides, Greta is probably heading this way. As soon as I get my hand's on her, she's all yours.
Mr Racket: I'll tell you once we're done if we are even or not.
Lord H: As you wish.

Lord H: Perry, lead the way.
Parry: As my master wishes.

Greta: If I remember the map correctly the key should be behind one of these piles of rubble.
Cary: I can do them all, you don't have to my heart.
Greta: I think I can clear one pile of rubble darling.
Cary: Of course you can, I only wanted to help.

Cary: I think this is it!

Greta: Should I do it?
Cary: No, I'll do it, you keep your eye out for mummies.
Greta: There are mummies? There wasn't anything written about that on the map!
Cary: There are lots of warnings written on the walls though, keep your eyes open.
Greta: Does it fit?
Cary: Yes, we've unlocked the last door.

Greta: My turn.
Cary: But it's...
Greta: Not safe, I know. But it's my turn to protect you now. Understood?
Cary: Yes, dear.
Greta: I'm so glad you agree, dear.

Greta: It's...it's not exactly what I had expected.
Cary: It's not the fountain?
Greta: No and yes...it's not the fountain, but it's the next treasure map. I guess one map and one treasure hunt was too easy.
Cary: So, what do we do now?
Greta: We take the map...and figure out where to hide it...we've got to keep it safe from Lord H and mr Racket.
Cary: What about that creepy manservant?
Greta: Him too, but I worry more about the other two.

Cary: Uhuh!
Greta: They are here!
Cary: Who? What's going on?
Greta: This is the temple warning us that we are not alone.
Cary: What do we do?
Greta: We hope they get lost, and try to sneak out.
Cary: Sneak out past them? They could take days to get past the first obstacles.
Greta: No, the first rooms should be easy, but once they reach the labyrinth we could get by them.
Cary: So, we have some time then?
Greta: You, have a very dirty mind!
Cary: I know, that's what you love about me.
Greta: Among other things...

Perry: My lord, someone has been here before. The trap are disturbed.
Lord H: Good, then we can move faster and catch up to them.

Lord H: Coming mr Racket?
Mr Racket: I. Don't. Feel. So. Good. Water, so much water. I have to get out of the water.
Lord H: Oh my, are you feeling unwell?

Mr Racket: Must. Dry. Off. Water. Must. Get. Rid. Off. Water. *jumps in fire*
Lord H: *ignores screams* Oh dear, Perry my boy, it seems we've lost mr Racket.
Perry: Terrible sorry my lord.
Lord H: Oh, don't be. I'm suddenly a lot less in debt, every cloud has it's silver lining. Carry on, carry on.
Perry: Yes, of course my lord.

Perry: My lord! Run, save yourself! The door is closing and the monsters are...arg!

Lord H watches the door close with a definitive clang...

...his loyal manservant is unconsious on the floor and a blue man creature is shuffling closer and closer...

This is where we leave Lord H and his loyal manservant Perry in this story. Did they survive the mummies? Did they manage to open the door and escape the Temple of Death and Doom? Or were they looked in there forever, till the end of their days maybe.

And why did I feel like someone walked over my grave when there were hearts around the mummies and Lord H's head. The mummy said he wanted to get to know him better, was that simply a polite way to challenge him to a fight, or should we be on the lookout for mummy/celebrity hybrids? Who knows?

[Lunarpixels]

This strangely reminds me of a movie I have seen... Hmmm