Creative Writing: The Curse of Curtis

The Curse of Curtis
By Ian Henderson
chapter 1

I woke up with my head under a pile itchy seaweed. Then I remembered! I had just gotten in a crash with my friends Jesse, Jack, and Parker. I pulled my head out of the seaweed and looked over at the rocks and saw our boat Serpent wedged between the rocks with a large hole in the hull. After seeing that, I decided to wake up my friends before anything else could happen.

I started to shake Parker, but after a few seconds he started to groan. “Uhhhhhhhh. . . . Mom just five more minutes.” I sighed. When Parker was asleep, it was almost impossible to wake him up. I waded into the water and picked up a small crab. I walked over to Parker and placed the crab near his head. It clamped down hard on his lower lip. Suddenly, Parker’s eyes flew open and he sat up clawing at this face trying to get it off. “What was that for?!?” The crab on his lip bobbed up and down as he spoke, and it slowly slipped off. “Sorry, I couldn’t get you up.” I said. “Oh well, next time please….” he replied. “Wait! What! Where are we? Oh right yeah.” “You wake up the others” I said. “I’ll go find some wood for a fire. M’kay?”

When Parker was done waking up the rest of my friends, and I was picking up my last piece of wood, I saw a large X in the sand with a rather large rock with something engraved on it next to the X in the sand. I looked at the rock and said “Guys??… Come look at this.” Jack, the fastest of them, arrived first and said “Cool, it’s just like Indiana Jones or something.” “Jack, it’s not funny. Right.” I read markings on the rock aloud to them. It said “leave or die”. “Oh that doesn’t sound good” Jesse said. “See Jack, I told you!” I said and I looked over my shoulder and saw Jack digging where the X used to be. “Jack, what do you think you are doing?” “What does it look like to you?”
“Jack, you don’t go digging a hole when you are about to die in the wilderness.”
“But what if we get rich?”
“What good will it do us if we might not ever make it home?”
“Oh!” Jack said as as he had hit something while digging. It was a chest with a note tapped to it. “What does it say?” Jesse asked. Jack called back to us “It says ‘Welcome to C.’” “Cool” Jesse said “What does that mean?” “Open it up and see what’s inside” Parker exclaimed.
And that was the start of my awesome adventure.

11 thoughts on “Creative Writing: The Curse of Curtis

  1. Jaime

    Ian, what a wonderful story! Please go on, I can´t wait to see what hapens next. Speaking about the Virgin Islands and your excellent description, you may be interested to know that TORTOLA the name of that island, means a kind fo DOVE in Spanish and it’s pronounced Tórtola.

  2. christine

    I can forward a nice recipe for Iguana in case you need a plan for any future nibbles. We so enjoy the blog Ian. Thank you for sharing these beautiful “bites” of your days with us land locked lubbers of salty tales.

  3. 'Pa Jim

    Hi Ian,
    Just took a quick tour of your blogs. Well written and informative. Wish I could have hung out on some beaches when I was there.
    Oh, well – cold and rainy Maine is a nice relief from all that hot weather! NOT.
    I do want to know how the “X” mystery turns out. Was there buried treasure? Did ghosts haunt you?
    Keep it up!
    Love, ‘Pa Jim

  4. christine

    Hiya Crew,

    Ian you’ve got a true gift for writing. We love the direction and await the next chapter/adventure. The pictures you guys have posted are a great entree into your current experience. Thank you for sharing this awesome adventure.

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