Island Hideaway 49 - Go, Go, Go​

I woke up to a text message six days letter, from a number I didn't recognise.​
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"All ready. Will be there around midnight. Be ready to go. Eddie."​
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I told Mo.​
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"Well," she said, "This is it. I'm leaving you for Brad Pitt."​
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"Shit, it's always Brad Pitt. That's the third woman this year. I don't know what he does with them all."​
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Banter over, there was a serious silence, like the silence in the world's quietest monastery when it becomes apparent that God hasn't answered any of their prayers.​
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"Are you packed?"​
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"I think I can manage that between now and midnight."​
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A dodo waddled in, one I know as Pebbles. We signed 'hello' to each other. Jo did a few extra signs.​
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"I've told him I'm leaving, he's going to pass the message on. I've asked him to sort out lessons when I'm gone."​
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"Lessons?"​
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"For you. It's crazy that you only speak a few words of dodo. You've spent years living with them yet you haven't been arsed to learn their language. Typical bloody Englishman."​
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Eddie arrived a few minutes before midnight. Mo was having a last minute panic forcing a suitcase and a half's worth of luggage into a single suitcase. He rang the bell and handed over an empty suitcase.​
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"How did you know?" said Mo.​
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"I am prepared for every eventuality," Andy said. ​
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"Like a boy scout." I said.​
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"No thanks," said Eddie. "I've just eaten."​
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Mo packed the second suitcase with the overflow from the first suitcase, and that was it. She was ready to leave.​
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However, we were about to go a dodo, Perkins, came crashing through the dodo-flap, wings flailing desperately.​
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"What's happened?" I asked Mo, the dodo translator among us.​
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"It's Mojo," she translated. "He's been kidnapped."​
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"What's going on?" asked Eddie.​
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"Someone's kidnapped one of the dodos," I explained. "It must be the mystery boat, they weren't here for Mo after all, they were after the dodos."​
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"Great," said Eddie, "So we're safe to go then."​
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"No," I said. "We need to rescue Mojo. If the outside world find out about the dodos then that's the end. Did you bring arms?"​
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"No," said Eddie. "I didn't want to take the risk in case I was stopped and searched."​
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"We'll just have to go without." We armed ourselves with anything we could find, Mo took a machete-type knife, which I'd inherited from my uncle and used for slashing back the overgrowth when I first moved to the island.  Eddie took my old baseball bat (let's face it Terrence, you don't know how to use this, I've seen you play) and I took my slingshot and bible. I couldn't find any rocks or stones, but the bible was just the right size for the sling. ​
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"Lead on Perkins," I said.​
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"Who's Perkins?" Eddie said.​
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"The dodo," I said.​
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"You do realise that dodos are extinct, don't you Terrence?"​
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"I know that. You know that. But nobody told the dodos."​
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We set off, following Perkins, who led us swiftly to the south coast. We could see the boat, which was tied docked near the beach. As we watched we could see a figure walking towards it, just 100 metres or so in front of us, craddling what must have been a kidnapped dodo in his arms.​
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I rotated my sling-shot and hurled my bible at him with all my might. The bible connected with a thud, right on the back of his head. He stumbled to the floor and dropped Mojo, who, being a dodo, went straight into hiding in a nearby bush.​
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"You'll never find him now," I ejaculated, "He's safe."​
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"Yes," said the man, getting to his feet. "But you're not." He was, I realised, pointing a gun at us. "I've spent months catching that creature and I'm not letting you stop me now. I hope you've prayed to your gods," the man said, finger on trigger.​
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A shot rang out.​