Murky Memory

Gonzo and Jumanji (now free) reached a clearing in the forest. A moss-covered tree trunk, dead for decades, was near a small, pebbled stream. Gonzo sat on the trunk, muttering to himself. Jumanji was about to speak, when Gonzo gestured him to stop.

"How can I trust you? All this Achilles Boots business could just be a trap--dreadfully common when adventuring," said Gonzo.

"Well, you can trust my word--I am an adventurer, after all," retorted Jumanji.

"'An adventurer' is a start. Tell me more about your life as an adventurer, Jumanji," Gonzo requested.

“I’d love to tell you the whole thing, honest I would, but as it is, I don’t remember the whole thing,” said Jumanji as he shuffled nearby, pacing to set his mind straight.

“Don’t remember? What’s that about?” asked Gonzo.

“When I turned, or got turned rather, into a monkey, my mind got muddled a bit,”

“So how’d you turn into a monkey?”

“I just told you, I don’t remember yet,”

“Well, how’ll you remember then?”

“Zenzou the monk, who currently lives on Zenzou’s Island, can awaken my memories,” said Jumanji.

Gonzo rubbed his chin, looked up, then looked at Jumanji.

“I have also heard of the monk Zenzou. It is known he possess great knowledge,” said Gonzo.

“Well Jumanji, you’ve told me a bit about yourself, so I’ll share my bit. I am an adventurer from Alfalfa Fields. I seek the Achilles Boots; for only one wearing such boots may operate the Unbound Ornithcopter. I could tell you more… but I don’t want to overload your mind,”

“Fair enough. Right now, let’s begin an adventure,” said Jumanji.

HOW WILL THE ADVENTURERS REACH ZENZOU'S ISLAND?
To be continued...