Post by account_disabled on Dec 24, 2023 0:09:06 GMT -5
The two men waited, sitting on the shore of the lagoon. Little by little the water level was going down, and when the low tide came, they would know. They had brought two shovels and a large jute sack. When the salt marsh emerged , they would dig. And brought to light the strange beast that slept underground and at high tide devoured the fishermen, sucking them in with all their boats. The pirate weighed the pearls stolen from the lady taken prisoner after the attack on the English ship. Skirmishes and nothing else, nothing but loot. He had expected chests of gold, valuable porcelain, coins, jewels.
But apart from a crew of beggars, a penniless captain and two women, one of whom was old and smelled of piss, he had found nothing else. He threw the pearls into the sea and looked at the lady, this time with different eyes. That night he would have his share of the spoils. As he was returning to the hut a storm caught him and soaked him from Special Data head to toe in a few moments. He was returning from hunting, deep in the forests of the tropical island where he had taken refuge after escaping from prison. Almost two years had passed since that day and no one had ever come looking for him there, on that remote island in the ocean. He found the door open and felt a sort of shiver on the back of his neck.
He loaded his rifle and approached the hut in silence, regardless of the rain. Then, in the chaos of the storm, shots and bursts rang out and mowed down the man from every direction. When the rain stopped, silence returned to the island. They had gone hunting in the forests of Laos, but had only found two specimens of argon . Tired and disappointed, the five of them stopped by a stream, smoking and making plans for the next day. A noise behind them woke them up, but when they turned they saw no one. Then one of them went away to urinate and did not return. The others moved together to look for him and, when the first arrow lodged in another's throat, they began shooting wildly. The shots stopped and then more arrows arrived, without missing the target.
But apart from a crew of beggars, a penniless captain and two women, one of whom was old and smelled of piss, he had found nothing else. He threw the pearls into the sea and looked at the lady, this time with different eyes. That night he would have his share of the spoils. As he was returning to the hut a storm caught him and soaked him from Special Data head to toe in a few moments. He was returning from hunting, deep in the forests of the tropical island where he had taken refuge after escaping from prison. Almost two years had passed since that day and no one had ever come looking for him there, on that remote island in the ocean. He found the door open and felt a sort of shiver on the back of his neck.
He loaded his rifle and approached the hut in silence, regardless of the rain. Then, in the chaos of the storm, shots and bursts rang out and mowed down the man from every direction. When the rain stopped, silence returned to the island. They had gone hunting in the forests of Laos, but had only found two specimens of argon . Tired and disappointed, the five of them stopped by a stream, smoking and making plans for the next day. A noise behind them woke them up, but when they turned they saw no one. Then one of them went away to urinate and did not return. The others moved together to look for him and, when the first arrow lodged in another's throat, they began shooting wildly. The shots stopped and then more arrows arrived, without missing the target.