A Cult in Paradise; Episode 19, Guessing Game

This is episode nineteen of the fifth book in the Trace Troy Adventures in  Paradise series. The Title is A Cult in Paradise. It will be featured in episodes over the next few months. It will eventually be published in full on Amazon. All of the Trace Troy books, as well as my other novels, can be purchased on Amazon by clicking the Bookstore tab above. I hope you enjoy. And thanks for stopping by. 

Guessing Game

Mid-afternoon, a truck brought four large crates. Cally said to leave them on deck. 

Trace walked around them, rubbing the back of his neck and trying to figure out what was in them. 

Cally walked up to Trace. “Got your attention, does’t it?”

“What’s in them?” Trace said.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow,” Cally grinned.

“Anti-aircraft guns?” Trace guessed jokingly.

“Could be,” Cally said.

“Hope it comes with instructions,” Trace said, “because it looks like it's come in pieces.”

“What’s it these crates will give us an incredible advantage?” Cally said.

“We’re not going nuclear, are we?” Trace quipped.

“Shoot,” Cally said, “you ruined the surprises.”

Trace ordered pizza, and it was delivered. The crew gathered on deck and sat on the crates. There were several guesses. Cally gave everybody a guess. The one closest, he would give them a hundred dollars.

“It’s a hot air balloon,” Sage said. “We will float over the island, lower a rope, and climb down.”

“Nah,” Coyote said, “it’s a submersible craft. We’ll have to assemble it on the way.”

“Makani think it big blow up Polynesian warrior. One hundred feet tall. They worship it and we sneak in and get boy and girl.”

“Hey,” Trace said, “if that’s not it, let’s scrap all our plans and go with what Makani said.”

“What about you? Cally said to Pete.

Pete scratched his head as his mouth turned downward. “Trace and Adam go to the island and say we have a package to deliver. They say they didn’t order anything. Trace says, ‘Sign here. It’s yours. A sign on the crate says, Don’t open until Christmas.’ When everybody is asleep, me, Sage, Coyote, Makani, and Cally go find the boy and girl. Everybody gets back in the box. The next day, Trace and Adam come back. Adam says we are so sorry, but my idiot son delivered to the wrong island; sorry for the mix-up. Take the box back to the boat, and everybody goes home.”

“Okay, everybody, you’re all wrong,” Cally joked. “I just saved a hundred dollars.”

“What about me?” Trace said. 

“You already said nuclear weapon and anti-aircraft gun,” Cally said. “You already got your guess and you stole Adam’s.”

“Somehow, this doesn’t seem fair,” Trace said.

“Hey,” Cally said, “my game, my money, my rules.”