Quest for the Golden Puffle 3 (7): Merry Meeting

The Migrator sat at the shore of the beach, snow piling up along its sides in great heaps.  Perhaps when the Caster had sent the island into a never ending snow storm, she did not see the possible use for said snow, as Alaska and Yukon now climbed the cold, stiff mound - which made an excellent ladder - up to the deck of the ship.

They crept quietly towards the Ship Hold, where Rockhopper almost certainly was still being held.  The place looked deserted and there was not a sound to be heard, aside from the constant blowing of the storm wind.  

Alaska tentatively approached the Ship Hold door, sure that the Caster would suddenly jump out like a Jack in a Box.  She then bent down and opened the door.

The room looked the same as usual, but there was a figure in the middle of it, tied to a chair with glowing magical rope.

"Don't come any closer!" the Captain croaked out.  "It's a-"

There was a sudden deafening gust of wind, and then everything went black.

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Alaska awoke sometime later.  She was sitting in a chair, in the middle of an empty white room containing nothing but a door.  And - oh yeah - she was tied to it with magical green rope.

The door opened a crack.  

"Where am I?"  Alaska asked loudly.

"Exactly where you need to be," said Rookie, as he entered the room.

The End?