Welcome to another edition of Story a Week! This week is another episode of the Candy Land series. We've rounded the bend and are coming up to the end. I think maybe three more stories after this one, though I'm not quite sure yet.
I haven't posted a plain blog post in quite a while. I think that I'll think of something to write and do that this week or next. Maybe something about the holidays. Dunno, we'll see.
I was dazed. "How did I get here?" I asked.
"I don't know for sure," the woman replied. "Some strange things have been happening around here lately. The Queen of the Baked Alaska Islands has ordered her float-illa mobilized to patrol the sea. You appeared out of nowhere on the flagship. As long as you don't cause any trouble, I won't have you confined to the brig, yet."
I looked around the ship and saw many sailors standing with weapons ready. I must have been coming out of my daze as I realized that the sailors had been ready to leap on me if I made a wrong move. I took a deep breath to steady myself. I'd never been on a ship before and I was starting to feel a little queasy. I said, "I'm sorry to drop in like this, but I assure you that it was against my will. I think that it was pure luck that I dropped onto your ship rather than into the sea."
She looked me over and said, "Well, good or bad luck remains to be seen. Tell me who you are."
I could tell by her tone that her patience was running thin. "My name is Ap LePie," I said. I told her my tale from that fateful call from Plumpy all the way up to being teleported to her ship.
After I was finished, she nodded and stared at me for a moment. Finally, she said, "Okay, Mr. LePie. I believe your story. Follow me."
She walked back towards a door at the rear of the deck. We went through the door to a large cabin. Within was a large table with a stack of maps, a desk and a bed. The woman walked over to the table and began to shuffle through the maps.
I looked around the room and asked, "Are you the captain of the ship?"
She continued to look through the maps as she said, "No. The captain was nice enough to let me use his cabin while I'm aboard. Ah, here it is."
She pulled out a map and spread it out on the clear part of the table. The area it represented wasn't familiar to me. She said, "Based on what you've told me, I think that I know where your king is."
Her news sent waves of excitement through my body. I couldn't believe that I'd stumbled on someone who knew where the king was. "Really? Where is he? How do you know?"
She laughed and said, "Calm down, Mr. LePie. Let me tell you a story of my own.
"The people of the Baked Alaskan Islands love the sea. We trade with everyone who lives on the shores of the sea. From the Peeps Tribes on the northern shores to the Gummy Bear Tribes on the south shore. There is only one set of people that refuse to trade with us. The Molasses Monsters are a Xenophobic people who live on the western shores of the sea in the Molasses Swamp. However, lately we've had some contact with them and they've told us a tale of a castle appearing out of nowhere in the Butterscotch Plains to the west of the swamp."
She pointed at the map. "Here is the swamp. And here," she moved her hand west, "is the plains. Your king and his castle must be there."
I stared at the map in disbelief. I was finally getting close to finding the king! "Well... wait. I don't even know your name yet."
She looked me over once more and said, "Okay, I think that I can trust you. I am Queen Frostine III, the Queen of the Baked Alaskan Islands."
"Oh," was all I could say. I felt a little silly, so I said, "Thank you for the information, your majesty. But...I think that I have a favor to ask you."
She nodded, so I continued, "Well, would you be able to drop me off at the swamp so that I can make my way to the castle?"
The queen looked down at the map for a moment, then back up at me. "Mr. LePie, I'll do you one better. I will accompany you through the swamp to the castle."
"You majesty!" I burst out. "You can't do that!"
Queen Frostine scowled at me. "Two reasons that I will be going with you." She stuck out a finger and said, "One, I'm the Queen and you can't tell me what I can or cannot do." She stuck out a second finger and said, "Second, you're going to need help. The Molasses Monsters don't know you and won't let you through their swamp without me."
I could tell that she wasn't going to be swayed. I sighed and said, "All right. You may come with me."