“Please, spare my life! I can give you something incredibly valuable!”

I

n a far-flung island somewhere in the middle of the sea, the captain was suffering in a pit of snakes together with the English soldiers who had tried guarding him.

“A real genius, you are!” The English soldiers screamed at the captain. “You tried sneaking away from us, and now look where we’ve all ended up!”

“I had to try.” The captain shrugged, kicking away another hissing snake. “And I still intend to outsmart you and the islanders. Just wait…”

The captain spent his days fighting off the furious English soldiers and the dangerous creatures inside of the pit, all while working to devise a plan to escape his prison. He was secretly putting together a small rope he was making from random pieces of fabric scavenged from here and there. Eventually, he had enough rope to attempt his grand escape.

One night, as everyone else slept under the full moon and glistening stars, the captain swung the rope over the edge of the pit where it looped around a metal peg near the animal barn. As quietly as possible, he made the painful, agonizingly long journey up the side of the steep sand pit. Once he was on top, he ran past the sleeping guards, scooping up a spear as he went.

He swiftly approached Mamtonwna’s tent and knocked out the guards with the blunt end of his spear. He ducked inside the tent and came face to face with Mamtonwna.

“No, it’s impossible!”

“Well, obviously it’s not,” the Captain growled, tossing the spear from one hand to the other. “Next time, you should dig a deeper pit.”

“Are you going to kill me now?”