Int. Cave, tunnel
Dara held his breath for a split moment when Grey was in the process of passing the map to him, seconds before a Spaniard intervened, grabbing the cowboy’s neck and had subsequently stabbed him in his lower abdomen. The sudden realisation that Dara might not be able to obtain the map left his heart empty. He stood very still as he watched Grey and Jack fend off the intruders. Jack’s quick response to the increase of enemy men by alighting the cave’s entrance with fire, proved to be helpful, but only for short term purposes, Dara concluded. Plus, it now meant that the group had one less light and heat source to share between them.
Dara’s body ached because of the stress put on his skin. He hadn’t had to move as quickly before as he was now through the cave. He limped heavily and quickly, wishing he could either slow down or move the way he would wish he could. The sound of dying men behind him alerted his senses greatly that he was able to hear water ahead of him too. Dara was very anxious that his mind immediately assumed the possibility that at the end of the cave they would be met with an ambush; and this anxiety took over, transforming into adrenaline, and to an extent numbing the pain in his wounded leg.
Dara gave a small jump when he was suddenly given the map. He felt like a young boy whose parent had suddenly given him the freedom to buy anything he wanted in the candy shop. His eyes devoured the textures and prints on the map. He quickly checked the inside contents; for the date, names, descriptions and the paths that would lead you to the treasure. But he was soon interrupted by a flurry of bullets; Grey and Jack’s words echoed through the entrance of the cave as they all prepared for the second wave.
‘Yes…Right!’ Dara managed to say in response to Grey’s offer. Dara leapt towards the horse and pulled out the rifle. The weapon felt heavy in his hand and he didn’t think it would end well if he chose to shoot the oncoming Spaniards. How would that make him look?
Dara, dropped behind a boulder and steadied his weapon. He spent more time aiming and watching Grey and Jack finish the job, rather than pulling the trigger himself. He took one shot.
Ext. Black Rock Prison
Idyll didn’t try to correct his own explanation of what he meant, but instead allowed the sergeant and officers in the room to speak for him. He was glad he had done this, despite feeling a moment of ridicule from the sergeant- a sceptic or arsehole? Either way, Idyll had found a new victim to question: the overly talkative officer. Idyll followed her out of the trailer
‘So, pirate treasure? I thought I possibly made that up. I’m glad I didn’t.’
Idyll walked with the female officer, as he tried to get her to talk more about the history of the place through conversation.
‘You seem to know a lot about this history- how come? Do they teach you it here…? Well, maybe not since your boss didn’t know. Wouldn’t the Spanish have found a way to stop pirating?’ Idyll cajoled her to get her to engage in the topic.