Time for the next update! This is apparently much longer than the first episode, and I am seriously considering making this into a series.
By the way, the previous episode's title is Volcanic Corruption
The Undisclosed Adventures of Theodore Roosevelt, Episode 2: Young Victoria
President Theodore Roosevelt and the Secretary of the Navy walked along the docks at the Habana shipyard. A light breeze blew in from the bay creating a slight mist of salty sea spray. They strolled past several newly built vessels, their steel hulls gleaming in the early sunlight. At the end of the marina they stopped by the CSS Pensacola. Retired after the National War, the CSS Pensacola had been docked in Habana and served as a military museum dedicated to the war.
"Ah, what a beautiful day." Roosevelt said, cleaning his pince-nez with a handkerchief. "And such a historic vessel."
"Yes, Mister President. It was an excellent idea to convert this ship into a national memorial." the Secretary replied.
The two stood admiring the Pensacola bobbing up and down in the water for a few minutes until Roosevelt heard footsteps coming up behind him. Roosevelt turned around to see Secretary of the Interior Muir walking along the concrete toward them.
"Mister President, Secretary." Muir said calmly. The three politicians nodded their greetings. Muir pulled the President aside. "We have a situation," he said.
Roosevelt nodded and they turned back to the Navy Secretary. "Excuse me Secretary, but I must attend to some urgent business." Roosevelt doffed his campaign hat and walked with Muir back along the dock.
"Theodore," Muir said, "we have been getting reports that the British have located the Fountain of Youth."
"The Fountain of Youth? I always thought that was just a myth."
"Apparently not," Muir replied. They walked across the waterfront boulevard to the hotel where the dignitaries in Habana were staying. Sitting down in a table, they began discussing the Fountain.
"So, do we have any idea where the Fountain is?" Roosevelt asked.
"We only have the cryptic clue that the British found during an expedition in Jamaica." Muir pulled out and unrolled a luzograph[1] of a worn page from a notebook. "It is from Ponce de Leon's ship log. It reads 'The key to eternal youth is found, in the deepest depths of waters round, with Pascua west and Antilles east, the Wild Lion tames the beast'. We have determined that we are looking for the point on the Caribbean with the lowest elevation, but it seems obvious that it should be sea level."
Roosevelt pored over the luzograph, taking out some maps and stroking his moustache in thought. After a while, he brightened and looked up. "There," he pointed. "The Fountain is in Lake Enrqiuillo, on Saint Domingue. The Wild Lion is a translation of salva leon and refers to the city of Salvaleon de Higuey on the eastern side of the island."
"Remarkable!" Muir exclaimed. "How did you know that?"
Roosevelt adjusted the pince-nez on his nose. "I did a lot of research for
A Century of the American Navy[2]. Now then, we should be going. We have a state visit to pay in Saint Domingue." The President picked up his machete and tucked it in the sheath on his belt.
"Er, Mister President? Must you carry your machete everywhere?" Roosevelt smiled and nodded before leading the way out of the room.
Roosevelt and the rest of the expedition cut through the jungle on Saint Domingue. In the afternoon, they finally broke through and arrived at a vast lake with three islands in the middle.
"There it is, Lake Enriquillo. The lowest point in all of the Caribbean, just like in the description." Roosevelt said in awe. The water was almost clear and the biggest of the three islands was teeming with lush forests. Looking to his right along the beach, Roosevelt scowled. The tents on the beach meant that the British had already arrived. A tall lanky man in a pith helmet was sitting at a table, alone. The President walked up to the man who looked up at him casually.
"Where is Victoria!" Roosevelt demanded. The man broke into a smile.
"Oh, Teddy." The man's voice was condescending. "You're so young and naive for a world leader. You can't just barge in on a British expedition and throw your weight around willy-nilly. That's why you'll never win. You lack the finesse requi-"
The man was cut off as Roosevelt picked him up and threw him into the sand. As the man looked up and began to scramble for his pith helmet, he froze on his elbows as his nose almost met with the end of Roosevelt's machete.
"I can do whatever I damn well please. Now tell me, where is your Queen!"
"She - the expedition went to the island," the man said pointing across the water. "There is a pyramid of the Mesoamerican style that was covered by the forest."
"Thank you," Teddy smiled and began walking away. The man struggled to his knees.
"Oh," Roosevelt said turning around, "and don't call me Teddy." Suddenly there was a glint of the sun off metal and the man found a coattail pierced by Roosevelt's machete. The President lightly tipped his campaign hat to the man, picked up his machete, and walked back to the waiting expedition.
The expedition began embarking on boats toward the largest island. Muir got in a boat and waited for Roosevelt to get in.
"Are you coming, Theodore?" Muir called.
"I will be there soon. You go ahead without me." Roosevelt replied as he doffed his hat, coat, and boots and deposited them in the boat.
"Um, Theodore, why are you-" Muir did not finish his sentence before Roosevelt jumped into the water and started swimming across the lake toward the island.
"Bet you I will make it to the island before you!" Roosevelt called back. Muir sighed as he began rowing his boat across the lake.
Roosevelt and Muir arrived at the island minutes after the rest of the expedition. Roosevelt walked up out of the water and grabbed his clothes and pince-nez out of Muir's boat. Putting on his clothes, spectacles, and hat, he strutted boldly into the brush with the expedition in tow. The expedition cut a path through the brush and arrived at a clearing ten minutes later. In the center of the clearing stood a tall stepped pyramid.
"You all wait here. I'm going in there to stop Victoria." Roosevelt turned and said to the expedition. Before Muir could respond, Roosevelt disappeared into the dark void of the pyramid entrance.
"Damnit! There he goes again thundering off alone." Muir looked stunned. "Does he not remember he is the president and needs to keep himself from getting killed? We need to go in there and protect him!"
"Calm down, Secretary," one of the members of the expedition put his hand on Muir's shoulder. "You and a few men can go in there after him in case he needs help. But I highly doubt that." The man scoffed and told three expedition members to go with Muir. They went into the pyramid after the President.
Roosevelt walked slowly down a downward sloping hallway with his torch providing the only light. After twnety more steps the hallway emptied out into a large room. The room was lined with pillars on the left and right sides and had smouldering torches along the walls. Roosevelt carefully moved toward the center of the room. As he reached the center and looked around, his foot sliiped. A stone on the floor gave way slightly under the weight of his foot and a circular passageway opened up on the far side of the room. Roosevelt walked toward the passageway, but stopped when he heard a rumbling. As the rumbling grew louder, Roosevelt dropped his torch and it went out.
In the tunnel behind Roosevelt, Muir and the men with him felt the rumble as well. Muir put his hand on the wall to steady himself. "What the devil is going on down there?" Muir wondered.
Roosevelt grabbed another torch and forged on into the circular passage. The passage was sloped slightly upward, and the rumbling grew louder as Roosevelt continued onward. As the President rounded a curve in the passage, he saw a large boulder rolling down the passage toward him.
"Oh, bully!" Roosevelt yelled as he ran back down the passageway with the boulder right behind him. As he reentered the large room, he dove to the side as the boulder rolled across the room and smashed into the opposite wall, blocking the doorway. Roosevelt stood up and looked at the smooth, round boulder now lodged in the wall. "Well, that is a peculiar trap. Why on earth would someone go through create something that elaborate that is only going to be used once?"
Roosevelt went back into the circular passage. Going further than he had before, he found the bodies of two men in scarlet tunics on the floor of the passageway. "Ha. Just like Victoria to waste a couple of redcoats on a venture like this," Roosevelt mused. He continued on a few more paces and found a smaller side passage leading downward and to the left. The President moved down the passage.
Meanwhile, Muir's group finally arrived at the entrance to the first room, only to find it blocked by the boulder. "Well, what do we do now?" on of the expedition members asked.
Muir thought. "Usually when we explore these sorts of temples, there are all kinds of hidden hallways and secret passages." He began feeling the stones on the wall with his hand. As his hand came across one particular stone, Muir could feel that it was a bit loose.
"There it is!" Muir pushed the stone in. The wall near the boulder slid back slightly and sideways revealing a descending staircase. Muir led the others as they walked down into the depths of the temple.
The President continued down the passageway, feeling the slick, damp walls. "I must be getting close", he thought. Sure enough, he was. As Roosevelt felt along the wall, he found a strangely circular shaped stone. He spoke to noone in particular, "So, what is it this time? Flames perhaps? Or one of those gradually descending ceilings?" Roosevelt's keen ears picked up a sharp click and whirring sounds. "Ah, the old volley of arrows coming out of the wall." Roosevelt ran down the passage, leaping and performing acrobatics in order to dodge the arrows as they flew into the walls behind him.
Rounding another bend he was blinded by a sharp light. Continuing onto the light, Roosevelt found that the passage opened up into a grand room. Gaining his focus, he saw dozens of redcoats guarding the area and in the center, the Fountain of Youth. It was a tall marvelous structure gleaming of white stone, possibly marble, and had pools and miniature waterfalls all along it splashing into one large pool in the middle of the floor. Standing beside the Fountain was her Majesty, Queen Victoria. Roosevelt lunged forward but was held back by two well-built guards as Victoria stepped into the Fountain and appeared to descend a set of stairs under the water. Moments after completely submerging herself, Victoria reemerged from the depths. Roosevelt's eyes widened. "My God, your Majesty. You look as youthful and radiant as you did on the day of your Coronation!"
Roosevelt pushed the guards away and ran toward the now younger Queen. Victoria was shocked at her new appearance and at Roosevelt's advance. However, that did not mean she did not like either of them. "Well, Mister President, it looks like you failed to stop me." Roosevelt ceased moving toward her. He frowned. "But maybe," Victoria continued, "there is a was for you to salvage something fruitful from your efforts." She smiled and winked at him. "After all, you did come all the way out to the Caribbean just to find me."
"When you put it that way, your Majesty," Roosevelt doffed his hat and winked back.
"Guards! Leave the room at once!" Victoria turned to her redcoats. "The President and I are going to conduct a little, ah, international diplomacy." She turned back to Roosevelt as he fiddled with her corset.
Muir's men continued down the staircase. The staircase ended and led to a short hallway before which was a small door. Two redcoats were standing on either side of it. "Shhh! Stay in the shadows," Muir whispered to the other men in the expedition. "You. Hand me your pistol." The man he was addressing gave him the pistol. Muir stepped out of the shadow.
"Halt! Who go-" one of the redcoats began to yell, but before he could finish Muir shot the redcoat and his accomplice straight in the heart. Muir handed the pistol back. "Heh, going on safari with the president has really helped my aim." They moved closer to the door.
"Stand back, let me survey the situation first," Muir advised them as they approached the door. Muir slowly creaked the door open and peered into the room. His eyes adjusting to the brightness of the open chamber, Muir stared as his jaw dropped. At the side of the Fountain, Roosevelt had the Young Victoria in a heartfelt embrace.
Roosevelt noticed Muir out of the corner of his eye and almost let go of the Queen. "Ahem," he flustered as he helped Victoria onto her feet.
"Mister President..." Muir cocked his head and gave a suspicious glance toward the two.
"Um, nothing to see here, John." Roosevelt mumbled trying to make his voice sound as official as possible. Roosevelt began walking toward Muir while adjusting his hat. "As you can see we were unfortunately unable to reach the Fountain before the Queen could make use of it."
"The Fountain among other things," Muir mumbled under his breath.
Roosevelt clapped his hand on Muir's shoulder. "Well, John, let's go. We have finished our business here and I believe I have some bills that need signing back in Washington." Muir, still trying to shake the image of Roosevelt and the Queen out of his head, nodded and turned back toward the doorway. Roosevelt turned back toward Victoria. "Good day, your Majesty." Roosevelt winked again at the Queen and put his index finger to his lips. She blushed and finished donning her dress.
The expedition came out of the pyramid and got back on the boats to cross the lake. This time, Roosevelt chose to row with Muir instead of swim across.
"So, did you and the Queen-" Muir ventured.
Roosevelt nodded once sharply and continued rowing. "Nobody but you and I must know of this," the President looked the Secretary of the Interior in the eyes. His face was the essence of austerity.
"But what about the other men who were with me in the passage. Surely they saw something." Muir objected.
Roosevelt thought for a moment. "Hmmm." Suddenly he hit on an idea. "Arrange for each of them to acquire a nice villa in Cuba." Muir had no idea in the slightest about how this might be accomplished, but he nodded anyway as they came to the waiting airship. "Yes, mister President."
[1] Photograph
[2] This replaces Roosevelt's OTL
The Naval War of 1812