Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Dakota Jones and the Peridot Princess
Dakota Jones brushed a palm leaf the size of a canoe paddle out of his face. Sweat dripped from his forehead. Removing his fedora he wiped his face with his forearm. Nothing was stickier than the Central American rainforest in July, a mix of humidity and mosquitoes.
"The entrance to the temple has to be close," he mumbled to himself.
"Still talking to yourself, Dakota?"
Dakota stopped and took a deep breath. "What are you doing here, Ruby?"
"Did you really think I was going to let you have all the fun?" Ruby walked around to face Dakota. "After all it was I who found the map. It was I who lead you to Belize and it was I who stole the key from Moses."
"Yes and it was I who locked you in the basement. How did you get out anyway?"
"I can't tell you all my secrets, Dakota." She traced his chin with her finger before turning around. "So are we going to find the Mayan Peridot Princess necklace or sit and have tea?"
Dakota grunted. "Why don't you have tea and I'll find the necklace. I left you in that basement for a reason, sweetheart."
Ruby cringed. "Don't call me sweetheart, Dakota. I haven't been your sweetheart in years. I have explored more of these jungles than you. Besides we have to get passed the Tata Duende and I'm the only one who knows how."
"The Tata Duende is a mythological creature." Dakota shook his head. "See this is exactly why I locked you in the basement. Come on, I haven't got all day."
Pushing through the foliage, Dakota scanned the forest. Holding up his hand he gestured for Ruby to stop.
"What now, Dakota?"
"Don't... move... a... muscle."