Samantha Jones and The Island Of The Walking Dead (standard:adventure, 6570 words)
Author: Waldo Pepper	Added: May 27 2003	Views/Reads: 3556/2517	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
In the third installment of this series Samantha Jones and Rebecca Clark are stranded on a small isaland near Jamaca. They encounter a woman and her daughter who are engaged in an achient voodoo ritual.

Samantha Jones And The Island Of The Walking Dead Waldo Pepper 

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The motor of the small power boat sputtered and missed in the heavy
swell as Samantha Jones struggled to keep the craft on course in the 
open sea.  She steered the small boat directly into a strong north wind 
and was failing to make much headway. 

"The weather is getting worse Sam," said Rebecca Clark over the noise of
the storm.  "We should  have  turned back." 

"I know Becky," replied the now frightened young woman.  "Look at those
charts once more and see is  there is anywhere I can park this bucket 
of bolts." 

"There should be  lots of small islands in this area," she replied. 
"Many of them  are not even on this chart." 

As the small boat labored on Rebecca quickly moved to the bow and peered
through the wind and spray for any sight of land.  Sudd    enly she  
saw it a brief flash of green and brown and then it was gone.  she 
strained her eyes and there it was again just off the starboard side a 
small island, somewhere were they could seek shelter from  this 
terrible storm. 

"There is a small island just off  the starboard  side Sam," she  cried!
"Try and steer for  it." 

"I see it now Becky, good work," replied Samantha pulling hard on the
tiller.  "With a little luck I will have us safe within the hour." 

Samantha steered the boat closer to the island and found a sandy beach
were she could land.  The motor continued to sputter and miss as she 
headed for the shore and as the bow came to rest on the sandy bottom it 
died completely. 

"Well we made it," said Rebecca looking over the beach and surrounding
underbrush.  "but exactly were are we?" 

"We will worry about that later Becky," said Samantha.  "I am sure  that
there is someone about.  But first we must get this floating relic 
properly beached so that I can look at the engine." 

An     hour later Samantha closed the engine cover of the small boat and
 wiped her hands.  She had completely checked over the motor and could 
not find anything seriously wrong.  The sun was beginning to set and 
the north wind  that had blown so furiously had died down giving every 
indication of good weather to come. 

"I think we got a little sea water into the engine compartment during
that storm," she said moving to were Rebecca was sitting.  "The sun  
should be able to  dry it out nicely and then we can be on our way." 

"Good," said Rebecca getting to her feet.  "There is something about
this place that scares me and the sooner we get out of here the 
better." 

"Now Becky you are just a little tired," replied Samantha.  "This trip
to Jamaica has been hard on the both of us. Now lets see if anyone 
lives here and would be willing to put us up for the night." 

"Yes, I suppose that you are right Sam," she replied.  "I did notice a
path off to the right there.  It may lead somewhere." 

The pathway led up a     stony hillside that ended quite abruptly on a
large grassy knoll. You the left lay an old wood and stone mansion that 
was built around the turn of the century.  Smoke curled from one of its 
chimmnys and a couple of servants could be seen preforming their daily 
tasks. 

"We could possibly stay there," said Samantha looking over the building.
"But I wonder who would choose to live on such a deserted island?" 

"That is exactly what I was thinking Sam," replied Rebecca. "I only hope


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