“Quick! To the cellar” I shrieked sprinting to the narrow stairwell leading to the musty, old cellar. We would be safe there...I think. The herd of angry sea rats was swallowed by the mouth of the entrance of the lighthouse. I looked back to see the sea rats running on top of each other trying to grasp anyone of us. We finally reached the cellar. Itchoua heaved the rusty bolt that locks the cellar up into the lock.
“Quick! Move the barrel over to the door” Le Gleo ordered pointing to the place he wanted us to keep it.
I peered out the window as Itchoua rolled the barrel in front of the door. Nothing was there. All that was there was the old cobwebbed staircase. I sat down next to my mates and leaned my head against the wall. I was panting like crazy. My white t-shirt was now the color of grime and I had dirt and sweat dripping down my face.
“I should really go out to the gym more” Itchoua chuckled opening up a can of Izzie.
SCRATCH! SCREECH!
“What is that” I stammered.
BAM!!! A million tiny faces popped up pressing their faces against the dirt-streaked window of the cellar.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH” Itchoua screamed.
Le Gleo, Itchoua, and I backed up against the wall. I turned my head to look at the ghastly horror written on the faces of my mates. I tentatively stepped forward going towards the door where the rats were gnawing away on the glass. We didn’t have much time.
“ Mate! What do you think you’re doing” Le Gleo yelled pressing against the wall.
I turned around and let out a sigh. I trudged back to the wall leaned against it thinking of what I could do to get out of this mess. When I looked up, I saw little, beady eyes of the sea rats aggressively attacking the glass.
“ What shall we do” Itchoua stammered.
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Le Gleo and I chuckled. We escaped the rats and were safe. We anchored the vessel and paddled to land.
“Are you ok” a middle-aged woman asked us.
“We are fine now. Thanks” I sputtered.
“Where did you come from she asked tilting her head to one side.
I glanced at my two best mates. We all chuckled. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you” I replied.
“It’s ok if you don’t tell me but you have to get out of those filthy clothes. Follow me. Here” the woman said passing us towels. “My name is Chera”.
“Nice to meet you” Le Gleo answered back wrapping the towel around his body.
We followed Chera to Maui Beach Hotel and got dried up. I looked back and laughed. There was only one thing that was racing through my mind at this point...i’m alive. That was the only thing that I could think about. I was alive and that was all that mattered to me at that moment of my life.
In the climax, the rats are invading the lighthouse, and the men flee for safety.
I was stunned and every muscle in my body loosened at the thought of escape. Well, not until I noticed what he Le Gleo really had.
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The boat stopped for some reason. We almost all hoped it was land. About a minute or two later a sailor told us that we had made it and that we could leave this horrible room. If I could take a guess on how many people died on the way here I’d say around twenty to thirty. We all made are way out of the boat to see a big feast of food. We all thought it was a bit fishy but we still ate.
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