Welcome back to The Brandy Broke Story, part 31
Attack if the Tikii Statues

Grandpa Herb sat at the kitchen table with Coral, Brandy and Dustin.
Once again all the little ones were asleep and Grandpa continued his story
of when he and Coral were making their escape from the Gotta Boogy Tribe.

Coral and Herb had been travelling hard on the river all day. They were both exhausted.
The sun was setting and it was time to do as Sheeta had told them. "At sunset find a place
on the right hand side of the river. Do not get out of the boat. Take nothing and leave
nothing or the Ghost Tribe will get you and I will not be able to help you."
Once they were anchored for the night Herb had wanted to get out of the boat because
his back was killing him. Coral talked some sense into him and he settled for standing up in
the boat and peeing over the side closest to the river. Take nothing, leave nothing.


"Whew, I can't ever remember being so tired." said Coral.
The sun was setting, but they still had good light on the river for awhile until the
blackness of night would encompass them like a heavy blanket full of mosquitoes.
Coral searched the supplies, found a flash light, some mosquito repellant and a
12 pack on instant meal drinks in a can. Just shake and serve.


Coral sprayed them both with the mosquito repellent.
She handed a can of instant meal to Herb and shook up a can for herself.


And drank it straight down in two big gulps.


"Better slow down on that stuff, I don't want you getting sick." Herb warned.


"I know, I was just suddenly starving, I couldn't help myself." said Coral.


"I understand, I wasn't hungry when we first stopped. I think my back was hurting too much."
Then Herb's stomach growled loudly and he downed his drink the same way his wife just had.


"Are you ready to get some sleep?" Herb asked Coral.


"I'm so tired I could sleep on a rock," Coral told him while handing him another instant drink
and sipping on her second one.


But I don't think we should sleep here, not with all those little statue things.
They are creeping me out." Coral told him.


"There does seem to be a lot of them, I wouldn't worry about it though. It is probably
some local tribe's god to ward off evil. That's all."


"We should be fine." Herb tried to comfort his wife.


"Herb I really don't like it here, it is way too quiet for a jungle at sunset. I think we should finish our
delicious dinner and head farther down the river."


"Honey, we are both exhausted and could really use some sleep. It is going to be
dark in less than 20 minutes.There is only a sliver of a moon tonight and it looks like
it wants to rain. If we go back out now we could be swept over a waterfall, smashed to bits
on the rocks, attacked by hippos or any of the other dangers of the jungle." Herb told her
hoping to convince her to stay. He was so tired and weary that his hair hurt.


"Yes, I know all of that, but it is just way to creepy here, I think we should leave
now and take advantage of the last of the light." Coral tried to convince him to leave.


"I am too tired to move, how about a compromise?" Herb asked her. Then he continued,
"We take turns staying on watch through the night? We can start with one hour shifts.
I will even take the first shift."


As if on cue the jungle seemed to get a little darker around them. Coral took another
drink of her instant meal. She did not want to agree but really had no choice.
Coral let out a tired sigh. And gave her last objection.
"It seems that we have no choice, we can take turns on watch, but how will we keep track of time?"
Herb used the flashlight and dug into the supplies that Sheeta had given them and found a digital
watch with a light on it.


"Here we go, God Bless you Sheeta, she covered the basics." Herb showed the watch to Coral
and also took out the large, sharp knife that Sheeta had given him and laid it near his side. He would
have preferred a high caliber machine gun but the knife was better than nothing.
Herb noticed that Coral still wore her wedding ring. After all that they had been through, she still wore
her wedding ring. Coral noticed him noticing.


In the last of the fading sunlight they looked deeply into each others eyes, they were
both tired and dirty but just as in love with each other as ever. They did not have to speak
words, this old married couple had been together for so long that the love in their eyes said
all that was needed.


Steadily it grew darker while Coral and Herb tried to make themselves comfortable
in the boat for the long night ahead.
Herb found a package of glow sticks cracked one open and put it in his shirt pocket.
While it got darker only the sound of the rushing river could be heard.


The dark jungle closed around them in silence.


Coral had been slowly sipping the last of her third dinner drink. She was tired but
did not want to go to sleep.
"Maybe I should take first watch, I am too scared to sleep." she yawned. "Plus you might
fall asleep during your watch." said Coral.


"Madam! I have Never Fallen Alseep on Duty!" said Herb getting all offended.


Coral laughed during her last sip at Herb's protest. Now that she knew Herb was miffed,
he would stay awake for awhile giving her a chance to sleep for a hour.



"I know honey, just teasing," she said with a huge yawn. "You have first watch."
"I will only sleep for a short 60 minutes, then it will be your turn." Coral told him
allowing sleep to quickly take its place.


Herb looked at his lovely, sleeping wife in the dim light of the glow stick for several
long minutes. He loved her very much. She looked so peaceful asleep. He let out a
long yawn and looked at his watch. '47 minutes to go then it is my turn.' Herb told himself.



.......Unfortunately, that is the last thing that Herb did before drifting of to sleep


Unfortunate indeed.


The Jungle is full of mysterious and dangerous things.


Hungry, ancient, evil things. Things that should not have been forgotten by man.


Something is always watching in the night, waiting for an opportunity.


With the quiet of the jungle cradling her tired head, Coral slept soundly at first.


Then slowly like a fog creeping into her mind she was drawn into an ancient dream.
Drawn until she was completely enveloped in its velvety grip.


Coral could hear drums, lots of drums in her dream. She started to see the fire from torches.
She was in a very ancient place in the middle of some kind of a ceremony. Not just any ceremony
but the kind that involves Human Sacrifice. Coral tried to wake up but she could not.


The smell of smoke and sweat met her nose violently in her dream. Fear, great fear was everywhere.

...............................................To be continued............................................


A very special thanks to Lilly LeClaire, who has helped me out by editing my story. She really is a wonderful teacher.
(I hope I have all the corrections now)
Thanks for reading, please leave me a comment and let me know what you think of my story. Good or bad I accept all
feedback. Thanks again and happy Simming!




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