“It’s definitely not chocolate,” she said, and placed it into her pocket. A sword landed on top of the chest. Esme screamed and tripped up over a stone as she tried to run away. The sword hit the ground near her head and she thought she was dead. The skeleton was about to run her through with his sword when his skull disintegrated. Sebastian had returned and thrown a rock at the swordsman.
“I think there’s an underground river down there,” he said, picking her up, “I heard water I am sure”. Esme was crying and shaking.
“He was going to kill me,” she said, “thank you Sebastian, thank you”.
The tramping of feet indicated that skeleton marines were back. They stopped marching and stood aligned about three feet from where Esme and Sebastian were.
“There’s only twenty of them,” whispered Sebastian, “we can do this”.
They backed away and almost fell over an old sail. The marines inched towards them two-by-two into the wider cavern.
“Esme, they are just old bones and won’t weigh much, let’s each grab one side of the sail and run alongside them gathering them up and then pile stones on top of them”.
Esme nodded and picked up one side of the sail as did Sebastian. The made the sail taut between them and ensured it dragged on the ground.
“Now,” he said and they ran along enveloping the Marines.
The bones weighed little and once the last skeleton had been scooped up they dumped the sail on the ground and piled stones onto the edges. One Marine stuck his sword through the fabric but Sebastian hit him with another stone and he was still.
“Let’s get out of here,” Sebastian said.