To follow one down the rabbit hole? Sure I have done that. It was the time I attack a whole army captured their general and three cannons.. Doubt me? How much wine you got there?

So a scalped Mr. Flashman was something to deal with. Luck was with our party. The cook had brought along some honey and applied it to Mr. Flashman's head. Who was a bit out of it. To keep him that way a full bottle of Caracoto vino was drunk. Now, wine wise, this was potent wine. The drink of gods or something like that read the advert above the small store selling the wine.

With Mr. Flashman being taken care of, a search and clean up happened. Together we came up with seven heads and 17 arms and torsos to pile up for a bonfire.

A search to figure out where the attackers came from only lead to a stone. While looking for more clues. The oddest vision occurred. A rabbit about four feet tall running on its back legs wearing. What I could only assume was a servant or butler vest ran right up to the rock.

He placed his paw or hand on a pebble and turned. The next thing I knew I was staring through a doorway into.. Well, into some place was not on the other-side of that stone, that was for sure.

In the rabbit hopped and I saw him turn around and turn another pebble. On the other-side and back into a stone arch I guess of a doorway was again just an enormous stone.

Going over to the stone arch and looking at the pebble noticed blood around it. Figuring one of the injured went this way, I got the cook, and we turned it.

The first turn I could see the area that the rabbit had hopped into. The next? There were two women tied up and three dead men that appeared to have bled out from missing limbs.

Being unsure of what to do I got a rope tied it on and stuck my arm through bringing it out. Nothing seemed to change. So I stepped across.

Evidently the Indians had been on a raiding party. There was their loot. Two women, food, and some clothing piled up nicely to carry.

Taking the piles of clothing back and tossing them through the doorway. Everything seemed okay to move back and forth through where we were and Never Never Land.

Untying the women, neither of them talked until they were free. The one looked at me and ran to the cook. She hugged him and squawked a lot in some language. The other was just stoic of, waiting to see what would happen.

The agreeable thing about a bear of a cook was he seemed to understand her language. The communication was rather a lengthy story. The two women had been traveling with their families when the Indians had attacked. And slaughtered everyone except them.

Taking loot, they had looted from several locations. The Indians were raiding distinct realities. Through the portal stone, as she claimed it to be.

Taking them along with us, the stoic one when seeing Mr. Flashman went immediately to help him. Mr. Flashman was drunk and in pain. So all her help was something to watch.

Fixing up a carrying hoist with two long trees and some blankets found in the pile of loot taken by the Indians. We were prepared to continue on with the trip.

The cook and I checking the map on one side of the portal stone. The trip showed taking a long time. While on the other side, it showed only taking a little time.

Deciding to take the shorter route lead this story into the multiverse and wildest of tales.

So the five of us went through the portal to cut time to the gold statue.

Now. The first few hours nothing to say was the matter. Upon crossing a road all of a sudden there was nothing more of the road.

I got off looking at the map and back.

So on the map there was a wide road up to this point. And a slight line which leads to the temple with the statue.

Upon investigation, there appeared a minor stone road the size of. Well, the size of. I am at a loss in 1670s to describe it in modern terms? The road had shrunk to the size of that of small toy wagons played with by children. Maybe two or three of them could have easily fitted on the road.

Farther and there were doll houses. The cook started when he pointed out that there seemed to be a commotion going on. We realized then we were walking in someone's farmland.

The awkwardness of four donkeys dragging a man was making a mess of their land.

We stopped immediately and tried to move back the way we came.

Just then a whole army of small people showed up.

They had occupied a two or three farm areas. Maybe two or three thousand men with a line of 12 cannons and about maybe two hundred mounted horsemen.

The cook laughed when they fired their cannons. The range of the cannons was about three feet. Still hurt the hooves of the donkeys, which panic upon being hit by. Well, I supposed to the donkeys. They were being hit by pebbles. Because the balls did not tear into the flesh, only bounced off.

We were pirates and not taking this I went over picking up the man that looked like the person in charge.

His voice and language to me was unintelligible. Yet again, the cook could understand it completely.

Evidently we had invaded the land of the little people. They were mad and demanded our surrender. Not having that we left.

We got back to our normal sized road. Not taking this as a misadventure I said wait a minute and ran on the road following the map. To what looked like a deserted temple.

There it was, a gold statue. However, it was exactly the size the map suggested three times the size of a small person. It fit neatly within my pocket and off I went down the road.

The army had dispersed because evidently we had captured their general. Making the army flee and filled the road with discarded military gear. I picked up three small cannons.

Walking back to where the rest of our group was waiting, I showed the cook our great treasure, and we both laughed.

We tried to talk with Mr. Flashman about our find. However, his condition at that moment was between drunk and being a person scalped with a head wound.

Thus Ender Talon’s tale of the pirate that invading and destroyed an army with only one member of his crew. When telling people of this tale. If he leaves out the size of the army and making a wager. Ender would win many bets at Cafe Shi drinking table. How? Well, the general did not want to return to his home. Something dealing with if he lost the battle with us. The ruler of the small people’s land said he would have lost his head. So he became part of the Black Skimmer crew and into a legendary story still being told.

Now lets be honest. I can not run a ship on a pocket size gold statue. Me and the cook talked and decided to ask for help with the two women if they would be willing to help us. Well take a chance in other realities.

I am sure all of you in your time had heard of Jack in the Bean stalk? Some boy that traded a cow for beans?

Well, our conversation along the lines if we can invade the land of the little people by mistake. Surely getting one small gold coin from a giant would pay the five of us our fortune.