Michael Anthony Gamoras

Bastok Iamtheone “Gomorrah's Best Fighter” by Michael A Gamoras published by Amazon direct publishing another company of amazon.com copyright 2019 by the library of congress Library of Congress United States Copyright Office 101 Independence Avenue SE Washington, DC- registration #Txu- all rights reserved to Michael Anthony Gamoras 3202 Crossman Ln. Porter, TX 77365 project manager : Michael A. Gamoras cover art : graphicz_hub @ fiverr.com ; Kandy Ju @ Facebook.com editor : Michael A. Gamoras Assistant editor : Margaret J. Rockwell special thanks : Margaret Weis, - inspiration Facebook – Bastok Iamtheone The perfect love story group Chapters of the book Ch.1 “Brimstone- a City by a river” Ch.2 A Pleading victory Ch.3 Another sail Ch.4 Bastok breaks Ch.5 A Captain is he Ch.6 Trial if by Sea Ch.7 Mier island Ch.8 Paladin is the way Ch.9 a Great white Box Ch. 1 “Brimstone- a City by a river” What say you boy? Said the man. “I said sir there is a river by the city.” The boy ran to the outside of the castle and with his small crimson eyes of pink. He begins to smell the river that he could not smell before. In the far distance, he could see a multitude of people walking in a prestige judgement of their own way. The boy thought to himself, and he was astounded by the crowd. One was wearing a huge crown on their head. He saw numerous ostrich-rabbers. There was a little man walking with a lady that looked at him as though she did not see him. There was a Quadronian archer amongst them that walked as she was limping. There were turtle backs that were carrying supplies. The boy was so excited that he went up to the river and saw a school of fish the first time. Then one that he could not recognize, but he knew that he was a great man, he came to him and said with a sound of rushing waves. “Is this the Great Brimstonian Castle?” The boy looked at him and with great wonder immediately said yes. “You mean we made it.” The man looked up and thanked him and gathered among the crowd to tell them the good news. “Wait.” The boy said in a cheerful voice to the man. “Yes, son.” Said the man. “Who, what is your name?” The man crouched down with his huge seven-foot body and told him as a whisper. “Bastok Iamtheone.” Said the man. “Bastok? The boy said and then ran off. Bastok looks at the great city walls and wonders if they will be safe here. He thought. “Bastok, where are you?” said fin. “I must speak with you immediately. It is imperative that we speak at once sir.” He said to him. Thanleen is beside fin and bows her head immediately. “No, Fin, not now.” She says under her breath. “Of course, this is the greatest of time to tell him. Said fin. “Tell me what.” Said Bastok. Fin looks at Thanleen and nods his brow. “It’s time Thanleen. Triman is here. We cannot allow this to happen.” He said under his breath. Bastok looks at Fin, and wonders with amazement, that the two looks as strangers to each other. Fin looks to the gate of Brimstone and then looks at Bastok. Fin then bows in front of Bastok and starts yelling. “Arrest this man, he is no accordance to Brimstonian laws. I am a highly decorated syndicate of the highest official for Triman. Arrest this man. Now!” Fin said. The guards at the gate acknowledge Fin and stand firm to arrest Bastok. Bastok looks at fin and looks for Miku. “Miku, stand firm with me. I do not know what is going to happen, but I will figure out a plan. Miku looks at Fin, and nods to him. “I cannot sir. I have vowed by allegiance to Brimstonian law as well. Bastok face flattens and becomes frail. “So, they will take me away after all I have done for you.” He says. Miku looks at Bastok and turns down her face and lets out small words. “It was the only way to get you here.” She says to him bitterly. “So, you see my dear Bastok. “I am but going to get what is coming to me and uh…you get nothing.” He promptly says to everyone. “My dear Thanleen, you did not even speak.” He says to her. “Fin, this…?” She says to him. Thanleen looks in another direction and cries a tear of resentment. The guards furiously gather Bastok and attack him. First by striking him in the leg and holding him down and beating his head with a spear to his arms so he cannot fight back. “Take this man to Triman and be quick about it.” The soldier of Brimstone says with authority. The crowd watches as Bastok is brutally taken to the wall of Brimstone. He calls out for help, but no one can help him. The guards at the gate laughs profusely at the man entering the gates. The gates of Brimstone are as wide as two iron clad gates. They smell of human waste and creak with eerie noises. The guards of Brimstone close the gate, kick and beat Bastok as he shuffles by. “Where did you think you were going?” a guard asked Bastok. Bastok looks at the guard and says nothing as he wipes the blood from his lips. “I’ll tell ya where your going lass.” He said rudely. “Your going to see the one who we are all afraid of and he aint, no asunder to mess around with.” He said. The guards carrying bastok laugh but look serious. “Open up let us pass we have a non Brimstonian here to see Triman. The guard says quickly and rude. “Aye what say you have? A non Brimstonian prisoner?” another guardsman says. “Yeah…we have this Bastok here.” Says the other guard holding Bastok. “I see a man but who is he really. You say his name is Bastok?” Bastok, who? Asked the gate man. “Say, what’s your name lass. We aint got all day now. Out with it you.” He says rudely to Bastok. “I am Bastok, sir. Bastok Iamtheone if you be so kindly from Quadronian heir. He said looking sad to the gate man. “Bastok? Iamtheone? Never heard of ya. Aye. but Quadronia. That I know of and uh..we all hate that place. Don’t we boys.” The guards changing around agree with the gate man and beat their swords on their shields. “Aye, enough fun with the prisoner now let us pass. Triman is still have a word with this er him.” As the guard with his broad shoulder passes the gateman guard and says his sweet nothings to him. Bastok looks down as to try to explain the uncertainty of the situation. He can not believe that Fin has turned him Into a prisoner as the miracle of finally arriving to Brimstone. “what is to become of me now?” He asks, I am ashamed of what I have become here. I do not understand how everything I have come to know is a lie to myself. Why is this happening? Did I deserve the life of a prisoner after such a beautiful start of a healing life? I am but of Quadronian heir and I shall this day understand myself from that what I can do.” He pauses with that statement and looks up and grieves about what has happened to Thanleen. The guard that is holding Bastok shakes him and spats on his face. “Your gonna love it here filth.” He says to him as he holds him more strenuous to his side. “In fact, I know you will love it here.” The guardman laughs at him as bastok looks at him with an unknown expression of sympathy. -Log out- “What in the holy freak is going on.” Said Michael as his jaw drops from the screen. “This is not happening? Is it? He pauses. “I guess it has to happen no ending is ever happy.” He throws a book at the wall and rubs his brow. “Man, I got to see if Bastok can find anything about Triman plans or get him to get out of Brimstone. That was my mistake to bring him here. I thought that it could help him to make him more of what he needs to become. Man, crap.” He thought. Michael goes out of the room to look at the time of the day and he finds a clock on the kitchen wall. “Crap its two o’clock. I better go to bed.” He thought. The next day Michael wakes up from sleeping and wonders what to do the next day. He looks at the screen where he logged out of the game. “Crap, its just a game. What the hell. It can only get better right? He thought as he gets up and stretches and walks out of the room. Michael goes out to the kitchen to make breakfast and then he heads out to work. Later that day he gets back and goes to the kitchen and gets a glass of milk. “Time is just eating at me. I must know what happens to Bastok. Crap!” he thought. Michael goes to his room and thinks of a brilliant plan to asunder the situation. “I will make this right. I must for any of this to make sense. He said as serious as a cat in heat. With his breath on the keyboard he logs back into the world of Castern. -Login- “Now, it is time you be seeing the boss here.” The guard said to Bastok while he was gripping him even more tightly. “If it’s my time, then it shall be a cup worth.” Bastok said. The guard looks confused and laughs vigorously at the sight of Bastok. “There will be no more of that rich life you used to live here.” The guard takes him up stone stairs that seem to reach and wrap around a circular hallway. The hallway is not even wide enough for three people to pass. The smell of a rainy night is still in the air, and the breath of the guard is even more wretched than last nights meal of garlic and onions. “Okay here we rest. We ‘ve got a long way up and it’s a long way down.” The guard mutters to the other guard carrying Bastok. Bastok looks as if he must have lost all of his friends and the shattered world of losing friends for money and power. Bastok speaks utterly to the guards while they rest. “You may have taken my pride and my will to fight. However, I am still in your gutless since of existence. Do you serve one that is taken pride to your skills of labor? There is much more than your labor of life. Do you not know the fields and how they squander with the need of the harvest?” Bastok looks at the two guards and opens his hands. The two guards look at Bastok because he has something to say to them. The guards marvel at even a prisoner of theirs speaking on their behalf. Bastok slowly rises and then quickly falls but he looks up. “I know your pain and the wonder of the land. I can feel the intense feel of the silver and brass at your hands clasp. I want to understand your purpose as to feel as the birds in the trees. The fresh pine at the scent of your will and the breath of new beauty at your feet. I want you to feel the warmth of that and the amount of humidity in your mind that can atone with the newly found grapes of parody for the sakes of your soul.” Bastok head falls and transcends to his side. “I speak because I am with you and here is the now.” The guards start to feel the message said and slowly grip Bastok but now see him as a follower of themselves more so then a creature of the night. “Aye I don’t know what you said prisoner, but I am bound to tell you that was a good speech.” HA. The guard chuckles. The other guard wipes a tear that has shed down his face and mutters some words. “Aye was a good speech. Meanwhile in the agony of the moment back near the river. A lone woman of some stature stares at the water that is now flowing of fish and animals. The woman looks abroad across the river and marvels at the amount of senseless tides of the water. She looks at the people that can now fish and be merry to see the water. The water is a sparkle and the purity of the people. Or so they say. “Bastok, why did this happen? Here once you were here and now time has taken you from us. That time was for Fin. I no longer want to be recognized for this. She said to herself. A boy recognizes her and tries to cheer her up. “Are you not happy do you miss the water its so fun!” The boy shivers with gladness to be held close to her. “Yes, it is fun, the water. But boy did you not know where the water came from?” The boy looks confused and shakes his small head in front of her. “I know you do not know the story of the water but I do.” She said. She grips her hands and her mask over her eyes falls to the ground ever so lightly. The mask is drifted by the wind and falls into the water. She arises with the boy and understands the duty she must do. The lone woman thrives on her fears and devours here blindness in cries. The boy does not understand why the lone woman begins to cry and runs to the side of the shore to meet others. “There is nothing that I want more than to be once more held by Him.” She stares and mutters some words of encouragement. “I will not let Triman win this one. I want to make this right and set forth on the journey. She goes pale and the sight of her eye cringes in the day. JOURNEY INTO THE MIND OF THANLEEN… “Where am I? What is this? It’s cold and black LOGGING INTO ANOTHER REALM… The screen displays a bright light and asked a question. -Are you going to talk to Thanleen? Michael looks at the screen. “What the heck”? “Oh, it’s the other realm to actually talk to the other characters. Crap I was reading about this, but I did not know that I could actually do this. --type words of encouragement-BEGIN – 5:00 minutes Thanleen> Its so cold and dark. Is someone there? I can only feel my breath here. Michael> Hello Thanleen. I know you and I have watched you unbeknown to you. Thanleen> Hello? Who are you? You know me. Am I actually here? What in the name of the Seventeen is going on. 4:00 minutes Michael> Uh well it’s a long story but I don’t have time to be here. I am….so in words I have a name and I created this world and Bastok. 2:00 minutes Thanleen> What? I don’t believe you. Your lying. Why can’t I see you? Michael> Thanleen listen to me. You can’t see because you choose not to see the truth. Become someone that is like a truth seeker. Understand your own purpose. Only then can you change and be the courageous woman you are to become. :30 seconds Thanleen> Become a what? I am blind though. How do I learn to see? So I can see permanently. Michael> Huh? Wow you don’t know seek the one you love… Time is Up! - Changing characters is complete. commencing- “Wait, what? She changed. So, her heart must have accepted me.” Michael said. -Thanleen persona deletedThe lone woman seeming vanishes in the ground and becomes dust once more to the land of Castern. By the water a tear she cried is resolved by a swift wind pattern to the sky at the Brimstonian walls. The screen goes dark on Michael and then summons a new light. -player info a new character has emerged- -Player info has resolved itself -commencing changes- Player name: Talia Renton Player bio: Talia lives as she must understand the circumstances of her parents that altered her future. Hair color: Black Player build: medium build, cunning, athlete Eye color: Brown Skin color: Crème Player resides in what city please? Quadronian Brimstonian Gomorrah “Gomorrah, that is the city of the sea. Those animals live there. Hm that is quite possible that the story can start there. I am not sure if I can even asunder that place for the birth of this woman.” He said with a low esteem willingness thought. Ch.2 A pleading Victory The guards in Brimstone finally achieve the insane climb to the top of the tower. “Cahoo, oh that is just to far. I've got to rest these legs. That is just too high for me to climb.” He said. Bastok’s arm loosens and the guard lets go and falls to the ground, as to be exhausted from the climb. “You, yere gonna have to go in and see Triman yourself. We guards just can’t get over the climb. Go prisoner. Speak for us like you did down there.” He said. Bastok looks at him and agrees to go on. The door is a great door. The door to the top of the tower is marveled. There is an inscription by the door, and it reads “Some may enter but all must fail one day. I wonder what that means. Entering this place must be some ordeal or chalice to win. He said. As Bastok opens the door. A shutter of wind rushing out and the presence of steel and sweat enters Bastok’s nostrils. He walks a little way but feels as if he is being watched. “Ah, Bastok, you have finally arrived.” Fin said. Bastok looks at the way Fin smiles and smirks. “Fin, I don’t understand you or your ways.” Bastok shifts his countenance against Fin. Fin is now looking at Bastok and talking to him like he was taking bad medicine. “Well, you see this is your destiny and if I had not said something then they would have executed you anyway. He said. Fin gets up on a chair and measures the air. “And now it is time you met the one behind the war of the Quadronians and the path of the righteous. This is a great man of opportunity but be still because he is excited, you’re here. He said while grinning. Bastok investigates the other parts of the room and feels a swift shiver of wind cool his body to the point of coldness. “As I am here. I lay myself to the mercy of the seat of one for a time. But only for a time.” Bastok said. Bastok leaves fin as he walks to the corridor that is now in sight of him and wonders at the pillars that are stacked by each other. “Leave us Fin. Your duty is done for now. I no longer need your pitiful service to me.” Fin looks determined to say something but keeps it in himself for now. “Lord Triman. I am pitiful in your sight. I will go now. He said. Bastok finally sees this man of a bright accountancy. He is no bigger than five feet of the wall. He looks as if he could care less of the world, but his eyes are a inigma that even Bastok cannot understand. He walks with a rhythmed beat and he talks as if he could be by a thousand seas. “Bastok, it is your name. I know of your maker. This place he put you here.” Bastok looks confused and does not understand anything that Triman has said. “Do not be tested Bastok. This maker of yours. I know of this maker. I know why you were put here. Don’t judge me on what I know. I have longed been trapped here much more than you.” Triman utters words of deluge and speaks a foreign language. Triman cracks his neck and decides that Bastok is confused of everything. Bastok speaks but his words only hurt Triman. “I only know of the love of the one that made me of this accustomed world. I only know of the love of the people. That I can trust. I only know of the love of the joy of the perishable and the sainted one. I only know of the love of the gutter less guards that carried me here.” Bastok last word is silenced. “Stop speaking. Shut the Seventeen up. Love Ugh. Those words harm me. I do not want to hear of the Love. I only want the LAW of the land to confess itself to me and grow to control it. Triman gets closer to Bastok and raises his forearm to the ceiling. “The beauty of the law has only one meaning to me. In time the law will be what runs you here. You will only know the law of Brimstone, Quadronian, and Gomorrah law. Bastok looks at him even more sternly. “But law without love is not governed by any nation. Law without thought of compassion is useless without people to understand the good will of nature of the Seventeen. Triman falls as to be sick and decides that Bastok is but a child in his own stature. “Law, that is the will of the people. We must fight for the law of the land. I only know law and the way the system of the promised land of the Law of the land of Brimstone. Triman calls to Bastok to pick up a sword. Triman eyes grow from fear to wrath. “Pick up your rapier and fight with me. I can only measure the strength of you as you fought with me.” He says with a clash of steel. “Here take thy Sword.” Bastok has not even used a sword before but he tries to repel against the slashes of Triman. “Mere child. You do not understand the Law just yet and let me parry that for you and strike you at your heart. He said. Bastok sways and parries one of the slashes that gracefully comes from the hand of Triman. The two meet swords face to face. Triman speaks to him as he is gradually falling to the ground. “Love is conquered by law and the way here is only law. I bid you farewell Bastok as you barely know the trade of the Gladiator. Go find your love there. Ha that will be the day as the beast battle you will lose your love. Triman eyes roll and glow with thunder accountance and a huge compelling blast comes forth to push Bastok several feet from within themselves. “Remember Bastok that law is governed by love or I would never be here. Learn the ways of the Gladiator and make that sword sharp. Then one day use it on me if you dare.” He said. Bastok gets up with a loose sword in his hand and talks earnestly to Triman. “I will come back and heal your soul of the Law of the land and heal your love. Bastok lifts his hand but Triman grabs his hand and stammers it downward. “Heal me one day with love.” Triman vomits and loses his concentration. “That will never happen. You will have to fall in love and be true to her as well as consume my hatred and rid the land of the law of Brimstone. I cannot see that happening and then what of the LAW of the land. Triman shouts and leaves Bastok. “No never the law of this land is too great to be ignored.” Bastok leaves the chambers of Triman and tries to rid himself of the law that tries to govern him in his mind. “Oh, the agony its way to powerful. The law is what is governed here. People are compelled with the law here. Bastok speaks quietly and tries to quite the voices of the law. Fin looks at Bastok by the door that he once came through. “See Bastok you cannot fight the law of the land or Triman.” The law is being beaten in your head and agony is your best friend here. Bastok looks at fin but can barely see him. “Oh, don’t worry that voice in your head will be there because Triman wills it to be there.” Fin looks at him and gets by his side. “Its is because of this law that I can easily over power you. So here you go Bastok have a happy life while being here. HA Fin pushes Bastok out the door and whims a punch to the stomach. Bastok falls to the ground and gourds the ground. Bastok’s mind is constantly being warned and reminded of the law of the land. Bastok opens and closes his eyes while smirking on the ground. The Law of the land is too much to be attained and he passes out against the cold stone floor. The smell of fish fills the air and the presence of water has vanquished the long night of slumber. A lone teenager of the age of seventeen runs through a village. The village is high above the water. The lone teenager smiles briskly at the sun. Is this the infamous lady who fought bravely amongst the trial of the Beezelebub cave? Wait. No this must be a beginning. The teenager reaches over and says “Im hungry. I’m so hungry and I will think of that another time. The sky is filled with a bluish yellow sky and the air taste like salty misty seas. This is the time of boats and fishers of men. The time of small shops and busy merchants. “Im free. Now I am going to fight the big pirates of the Voose. Talia squints with one eye and closes the other as she jumps to save the pilgrimage in her mind. “Ah you see I’m here to talk to the Voose and get them loose from their own goose.” She said as she laughs at the thought of someone defeated her and her crew. “See Mate, now I am going to let you loose Voose.” She said. She points a sword to the dummy stalk and pretends it somehow talks back. “Now Lord of the Voose. Let me tell you what we do with prisoners.” She scorns with a smiling smirk of deviance. “You could walk the plank, but I have more for you to do than walk your death squawk.” She mutters to the stalk. She points her sword of brass steel to the stalk and lifts one hand to the air. She looks mustardy to the stalk and says. Dinner time Talia. She hears from the other side of the village. Huh, aw man! We will continue you this Voose later, but first I must eat something asunder. HA.” She stammers off the box she was standing on and let’s loose of the broken brass sword she was holding. Talia runs ever so gracefully to the end of the high planks that settle into an array of little huts built together. She runs swiftly and jumps to the sky to the rope hanging on one of the huts. “I’m coming mom.” She said to the air as she jumps down while swinging in the air like a circus tight rope act does. She looks for her well -known Hut and keens an eye to the smoke arising in her kitchen. “Mom, I was battling the Voose again. I have to hurry.” She said. Talia’ mother looks at her and playfully agrees. “The Voose can wait till the captain can eat something good. Talia, I don’t know why you play like that. I want.” Talia stops her in her sentence. “Aw mom. Not again with the good girl routine. She says while looking at her mother with a downed eye of guilt. “Talia, its for your own good. You need to stop thinking of saving the world and start trying to think of ways to get boys to want to marry you. She says while getting some soup to eat. “Mom, I don’t want to do that. I need the adventure mom and I can do it all. Most boys just want to kiss and ugh. She shakes her head and looks disgusted with her mom. “Talia, Talia Renton. You’re going to like it even though your not the right age yet. She stops with a breath under her lip. “You know, you’re right. You should start looking at boys. But I remember a Captain Jack-A-lot coming to the Shining lighthouse the other day. She says to Talia playfully. “Wait, what mom? What did you say? She said while chocking on a bowl of soup. “Captain Jack-A-lot was in town? Here? Mom…” she said while looking at her mom with an even more interesting look. “Yes, but you have no time for boys or men dear. Ah, isn’t that what you said earlier to me. She smiles with a grin to her. “Yeah but mom that was ancient years ago in a minute. With Captain Jack-A-lot in town. Oh, I have time for him. She said. While gulping her soup down and looking eyed in the face. Her mom looks at her and realizes the humor in her well being of Captain Jack-A-lot. “Well finish your dinner and tomorrow you might get to meet him. Ah a little or not? She said while biting her own lip. Talia looks entrusted as an iron bar looks as you hammer an anvil to a table. Talia’s eyes wonder about the time she would meet a real pirate captain. She wonders if she would be a stowaway on a ship too one day. “Okay mom well I got to go beat up and torture the Voose again. I’ll be back when the clock is on the nat. she said. Talia’s mom looks confused and just shakes her head at her little girl who is really confused of her own language and her thinking. Talia runs back and stands on her ground to get to the very spot she encountered her battle with the Voose and their captain. “Man, I could meet a real Captain one day. Or maybe tomorrow. Yeah, I’ll go meet him tomorrow at the Shining lighthouse. Wait, grr I’m not old enough to be there. Well that may be, but I will show up any ways. Just watch. “she said to herself while picking up the broken brass sword. “Now to torture and tie up that Captain from the Voose.” She exclaimed with a voice that was about as thrilled as a high-pitched sea gull. The night settles in the gleaming day and the stars brightly are shone on the vast blue sea. The village of Gomorra sits in the dim of the night air and gleams in the valley of the bay. You can see lights in the huts and the emptiness of the ever-moving sea beneath them. Talia’s mom gets her cup of tea for bed, while Talia runs through battle scenes in her head of the Voose and her ship mates. “Night mom, I will go with you to the Shining lighthouse tomorrow.” She said. Talia’s mom looks to her and smiles. “Oh, Okay dear. Good night then. We shall see tomorrow.” She said while turning her little oil lamp out. Talia snuggles in her canopy type bed. The next day the sun rises, and the small village of Gomorra also rises. The sea pushes the sound of her ocean to the pier of the Shining lighthouse and we hear the chatter of small children or Gomorra’s waking up. “Hey, me wakes up here. “a small Gomorra said. “Get the Seven off me hey!! The two Gomorra’s are waking up and scratching their small bellies of purple. “You think the boss is coming early today. The small Gomoraa said to the other. “not sure gold foot. He might be in laters.” He said. The two Gomorra’s get up out of somewhat bed they had and go to try to open the bar. A sign is high in the sky of the place as they open the door of the Shining lighthouse. The wind carries in the scent of fish and ale. The place is empty but smells like a fragrance of honey and mint. “You want to get that mop and I’ll start shoving the bar around. Gold foot said to the other. The bar is like no other bar that has been opened before. You can see Arcadia wood and silver all around. The chairs are made of fine wood from the shores of Mier. Oh, the shores of Mier that is about as wonderful as they say. You can never get too far from the shores of Mier. Well that is another story for another time and about as far and apart as they go. The two Gomoraa’s look at each other and sit around and wait as they go around the bar and start shining the silver plates. Some of the customers start to appear and they look as they have been shipped out their shape. “So, the one mop said to the other chad. Hey! You are looking for that rooting.” “I suspect that the other chad had a well-mannered meeting with my hands in the gully. HA! Two customers that usually join at a table and start discussing their own business of their own trade are talking to each other. “so, I said. Try the gallery you Scud! That is the day. He said while dusting off but I’m way of the the table. “So sorry lad the point of the bay.” The other said. “I really need be going my way if I only had the hay of the day. He said. “you don’t say.?” The other said. “Yeah heres the way. I told him the other day. Really need to get going here and try to sway.” The other said to another. “what talks are here? I be willing if your willing. ”Another customer lets out a huge laugh of gluttony. The three men are chatting and talking of times they had on while at sea. So only the people of the sea know the language of the sea. There seems to be some missing verbs and sentence structures, but well only people of the sea are like minded of the sea. Or so they say. “What say you sir. I said to him and gave him a good blinding jim.” One said to the other. “I think I shall have a mead for the deed. Oh, let me liquor.” He lauged at the other while the two other men staggered for a thought. “so, I says. Make me a blonker and I’ll give you that wonker.” He said. “Wait, Blart you did nt say that. Fat flunker. I’s knew you were one. HA! After win is the hen’s wife going to ever win her over in the da den.” He said to the other. Hens den? Sire I must ablidge that the coffee is old man. HA! The other laughs at the other as they seem to be enjoying the jokes of one another. A sound of the wind announces a familiar face. The men look about chin high and see a captain approaching. The men stare at each other with their mead and stand up to greet this man. “Aye Gold foot!” the bar Gomorrah said to the other. The two Gomorrah look at each other and shake their shoulders. “This place er, it be wretched, and it will take a captain of the sea to be straightening her out.” He said. He draws his brass and gold muzzle and puts it on his back over his feather hat. “Captain of the sea” the crowd of men say while standing. “Who is your captain?” the man in the feather hat says to the men. He slowly stands in front of them and crosses his arm. “Who be our captain?” one of the men slouches and asked another man. “I heard that sloth.” The man with the feather hat said. He then draws his sword and points a blade to the man’s shirt to the top of his neck. His sword is fine steel from the shores of mier and looks as if it could cut steel. The man with the feather hat laughs at the man and takes him by the shoulders as to hug him and whispers. “it be Captain Jack-a-lot!” he said. while pushing the man to a table and dancing a song only he knew. “Now then, all you mad dogs. Drinks round the house or be nothing on me! He said with a massive thunder of a voice. The men stop at their will and begin to cheer and go to the bar. Ch.3 Another Sail “Talia, wait for me, dear.” She says to her. “Mom, your slower than a slimy snail.” She said. “You’ll get lost Talia.” She said to Talia. Near the shining lighthouse the two women get to a point of Gomorrah that is still a way to the bar. They are dressed as any Gomorrah would be. A small white blouse with some ugly trousers and clog shoes that don’t even fit their own feet. “Come on Mom! We are almost there.” Talia said as she disengages her mother and speeds on. “Talia, wait for me.” She said. Talia goes on ahead. She is so excited to see a real captain and what adventures may await her. She travels with even more speed and sees the sign. She hears sounds of bustling, and loud men talking about the sea. She enters the bar and sees two Gomorrah’s that look identical working. Talia’s eyes stare at the sight of the bar as it is already filled with captains and ship mates. She wonders if the captain “Jack-a-lot” is nearby or see can see a glance of him. She hears her mom in the distance and lets out a sigh. Talia wonders if she can ask captain Jack-a-lot about handling the Voose. She starts to walk as casual as she can and a very rude ship mate that is dressed like a dripping anvil approaches her. “Aye, what you be doing in here lass? He said abruptly. Before she could speak Talia gets interrupted by the shipmate. “Looky here boys what the cat drug in. She doesn’t look like much but tuh well like her to the scrub board. Aye! The shipmates turn around at the bar and begin to look at Talia like a piece of meat or something they once knew. Aye!! They say with their beers and ale clinking each other. Talia is stopped and despite her awe that she was recognized so fast. She gets startled and jumps on the bar and says. “I may not be much now but what till I get my own crew and then I will sail and let you know who the new captain is.” She said while pointing to the shipmates at the bar. “now, there’s a lass you don’t be seeing so much.” Some of the shipmates said. “What be your name lass?” one of the shipmates asked. “Talia, Talia of the sea of Mier. She said with her nose up high. The shipmates laughed as they hear her say her words. “There be no sea of Mier. There are only the shores of Mier that I know of. They all said to her. “Aye!” the shipmates drink to their words. “Talia! Talia Renton, you get down from the bar now. I mean it NOW!” Talia mom said. “Oh, crap of the Seventeen my mom is here.” She said while getting down off the bar. “What were you thinking being up there, Talia.” She said. “Mom, I was uh, just, hmm….” She said. Talia gets lost in thought and she can not explain her attitude because moms don’t understand the world of the Voose, or that sort of thing. “Talia, I swear I wish your father was here. He could get some sense in your head.” She said to her loudly. “What seems to be all the fuss here maam’s. This is a bar and well we all have a good time. No need for the swearing and cursing.” He said. Talia’s mom looks up at the strange captain and her eyes startle. “You see maam’s we fight long and hard on the sea and when we need rest and drink, we go here and enjoy our company. No matter what we feel. We feel that t everyone deserves a chance to enjoy life once.” He said. The young captain looks at Talia on his left side and wonders what life would be like to be so small and young again. “Um, sir, well I really like your hat. It has my favorite feathers. Talia said to him pleadingly. “Talia, do you know who this is? Talia’s mom said. “wow maam’s I completely forgot about that sort of manner. Being on the sea and all. I’m known as “Captain Jack-a-lot, at your service. He said cheeringly. He then bends downward and places one leg in front of the other and does a slow bow with a lift of his hat and protrudes it down to his leg. “Oh, so like Jack-o-lantern, kinda like that sir. She said laughingly. “No not any of the sort. I’m not a fairy tale, or a memory of a ghoul. He said while looking at her laughingly. “More like Jack, laugh a lot. HA!! He said to her while dancing a familiar dance. Talia looks at the captain and wonders about her question to him. “Talia, I’m going to go find a table to sit at and well order something.” Talia’s mom said to her. “Okay mom, I’m gonna uh?” she said while gazing in Captain Jack-a- lot eyes. “So, you be wanting to sail with us missy?” he said to her while looking at his crew. “I tell ya the sea is not nice and well it takes a special one of nature to get where we be going.” He said while rubbing his brow. Talia cannot help but to be in awe of the captain. He was about five nine with crisp blue eyes and a pompadour hairstyle. He swayed to the side to a beat that no one had ever seen or laid eyes on. Could Talia sail with this character of the sea. “Now let’s be getting to business.” The Captain hurls at Talia like a person trying to catch a greasy pig and plunges his sword in the table. Just like the straight and narrow of the way the table sits. Talia’s eyes wonder in curiosity and quiver of the broad sword in the table. “If you be so kind to join us in our crude escapade. Then your gonna must look like the men on the first day and see I have to treat you like the men and try to be merry. HA!” he said. The men around him give out a loud roar and say “Yar”. “Wait so if I join you on this escapade to whatever place your going.” She said while jumping on the table and casually walking around the sword. “Than I will be your first mate?” she said excitingly. “My what? Um madam. Your asking too much on the first day. “NO! your gonna be swabbing the decks sir. Cause there aint be no woman on my deck your not a lady to me. You’re a low-class deck swabber. First day mate? He said to her. Captain Jack-a-lot then pulls out his fine broad sword out of the table and pushes Talia to the floor and smiles. Talia looks mad and falls downward on the floor in a upright position. “But,” she says. Captain Jacka-lot swiftly puts his sword back into his scabbard and then says. “Second day you be using swords to fight the crew. You gotta learn how to stand on your own to feet you know.” He said to her. He then turns his back to her and says, “If you be wanting the job we leave early morn and the adventure awaits my dear. ” Talia rolls her eyes and looks rudely with her legs crossed on the floor. “What if I don’t want the job then?” she says smirky. “Then no harm done my dear.” He than leaves her presence and gathers at the bar with his men. Ch. 4 Bastok breaks “A deep dungeon is where you will be. So deep they will have to throw away the key and then be done with you.” A soldier says to Bastok who looks like he is still phased with a delay of the faint memory of the encounter of Triman. “My dear Bastok.” Now here is a familiar voice. Yes, it is I Sir Fin of Brimstonia. I must teach you now the ways of the Gladiator. Oh well, it is Triman who has ordered me to do such things to you.” He said. Bastok awakes a little and says. “You, you’re the one that is going to train me?” he says with all he could muster. “Yes, well I suppose I will have to. Although we did get through Quadronia together and I got you here. Did I not? So, I would be the perfect equation to your misery. HA ha he said as he mustered a little laugh and dance. “Take this filth to cell 007 and make sure this one is clean. We shall start tomorrow with what would be a small dagger. The boy cannot start with a sword until he has mastered the dagger. You know about that and what a ordeal. Your hands are much too soft to handle anything less. Now let me see those pitiful hands of your bastok. Bastok unfolds his hands and he look at them. No, no this will not do.” He says as he hits them with a iron rod as hard as he can. “No no this will not do at all. Too many good bones here. He said. Bastok’s eyes grow with fury and burn with fire as he looks at Fin. “Five more hours of beating these hands. Now does this hurt?” he says as he looks at Bastok. Hold him sirs. Fin says swiftly to the guards. “Tell me Bastok does this hurt much? He picks up his finger and tries to break it. Bastok lets out a roar of pain. “Yes, it is painful but then the life of a Gladiator is much more painful. First lesson Bastok you will feel pain until you feel no pain at all. He says to him. “Now get him out of my sight and so he must rest, but then after three hours beat his hands again.” Fin orders the guards to do so. Bastok cringes and falls to the ground and collapses. The guards look at Bastok and wonder but they know he did nothing wrong. Bastok is carefully taken to the underground cell where the rest of the gladiators are kept. They take him to the cell and look at him lying on the floor. “Hey, what have you their sir? Someone said. “Nothing of the likes that you will like. The guards said. A great big ogre of a man surrounds Bastok. He looks at him and cracks his neck. Well he looks strange. “Yeah well Fin ordered him here and this is where he will stay. The guards muttered to the Ogre. Bastok looks half dead and his hands are bruised and somewhat broken. The Ogre looks at him and feels some warmth. “Well they will be back but what will you do. What can you do?” the Ogre whispered to him. The underground cell is dark but cool at the touch. You feel a sense of death in the air and smell rotten dark meat. The place that Bastok is held looks and smells like the warmest place there is. The cell is about five foot by twelve and even if you walk enough you can make it quite warm. Bastok lays on the floor shuddering inside. The shock of the situation has brought his body temperature to a brilliant ice feeling. He falls into half a sleep but is still half awake. Bastok’s eye is quivering of the cold hard ground and remembers the warmth of the sun as he was walking here. “I came to this, but this Is not what I had expected. The one’s that lead me here are now gone. I fear that the time of my death may approach, but what have I to live for? Now that I know that the one’s I trusted did fear me and took my life into their hands. What do I have now, but the rot of the floor and the coldness of the cell. What am I? why have I become this part of the floor? To engage the silence of this cold world? I have once stood on my leg and appeared to the dusk of this place. To be a part of this brutality. This is not me. I am not of this place of cold and rottened flesh. So, I master the grace of the cold brutal world that I do not choose to live in. I am not of this ground nor do I father this. I am alive and well to my nature. I am to live and not die into the harshness of the intensity of the total mind. To go I say for I live for another day. Love has cherished me once and I began to play. I falter the ways of the human kind that altered my being and thus say. No, not ever again. I shall never trust the hand that feeds me be. I will play the sword that I cannot hold.” He said as he stammers around to keep warm. “I will not justify my own with this way. I will turmoil in my life to repay. Why, why have you taken my life to this O’ tragedy. Why, must I rally in this portray? Will not someone get me out of this? Can not the Gods of the Seventeen hear me I pray? Please say yes and let me out this day. I want my life back, but I am abused to my will to pray. I want my life back. I do. My love is not true to bars that have been stained with the blood of men that need not be afraid. This does not exist, and I do not let it be this day. He said. The bars of the cell shudder and the sight of the cell is thundered with calamity. The steel begins to bend and the material withers away. “Friend, who are you that can make bars go away? The Ogre said. “I am Bastok Iamtheone and this day the bars will not hold thee or me. Come let us be away! Nor does this man who will bind me and take my life away. I will confront those hands and make you answer the will of the fray. I will enter your mind and tell you. I will not suffer this way! Ever! Bastok touches the liquid of the bars that seem like they melt as butter. The bars melt into a puddle of mass and the mass seeps to the ground. “Friend who are you? That can do this? Can you do this for me as well? The Ogre cannot understand the intensity of the melted bars. The material of the bars could not hold him. “I want to be free like you BASTOK!” The Ogre begins to shout to him. Make me free also. Do not forget me. He said prancingly to Bastok. Bastok looks in his direction and with deep eyes and concern reaches out with his hands and touches the ogre’s hand.“Friend, you just have to only believe in me. No bars can hold you where I’m going and no material on Castern will ever be between you and me. The bars shudder and melt in a pool of iron material. “Friend, I will follow you all the days of my life and until I die. I will remember your name.” the Ogre said. “My life is not to end here, and neither shall yours come with me and help me lead others to this way.” He said with great authority. Ch.5 A Captain is he. Talia and her mother go to the sea harbor and see a great big sail. “Mom, it’s the Voose looking ship.” She said. “What, that is what you were playing with at home?” she said. “No, well it was a bit smaller.” She said. Talia runs to the edge of the harbor and tries to welcome the big ship to harbor. The ship is about three football fields and sways in the harbor like a fine clipper ship. The sails are three of the ship, but the flag is not present. “Ahoy Captain. There she be Gomorrah. The crow nest shipmate said. “All hands. Now hear me out. Easy Mr. Sketcher. Reel her in as easy as you can. We have a long journey ahead of us. We will need all the help of another crew to maintain this vessel. Captain Jack-a-lot said with a stern look to the harbor. Talia looks at the massive ship and stares at the boat with great enthusiasm. “Mom, you can go now. Your just wasting time. She said. “Talia, I just want to know that I want you to be safe and have a safe journey. She said to her like it was her last visit. “Ah mom come on. Enough with that, I will be okay and junk. Ugh. Talia said to her while trying to look for the entrance to the boat. “Set her right here Mr. Sketcher. This is good stop. Lower the sails. man, the anchor. He said to the crew very excitingly. “Look out here she comes over the board men. Easy on the ground. Don’t break that board. Heave ho! The board that goes across the ship to the edge of the dock is big and sturdy. The men put it down like they had done that all their life. “Easy men. We must see what is on land. So, I want you on your best behaviors and then. We drink! YAR! Ha-ha. He said to them very wasted. The men gather one another and go to the board and go over the dock and laugh and walk like they have a broken leg. “I forgot how to walk I’ve been walking the sea most the time. Me hardy. Ha-ha” he said. Talia looks at the men coming to the dock and with big eyes she imagines herself on the sea with the captain. She thinks to herself. I bet the Voose are easier to handle than the ones Captain Jack-alot can handle. She sees captain Jack-a-lot coming down from the ship. The ship is about two hundred yards in width and about as far as Talia can see going up. She is very excited to be almost aboard the ship. The Captain makes his way to the side of the dock and looks for someone. “Gentlemen, I feel a wind approaching the downward port. Rough waters ahead. I think” he said with a sly little smirk. Just then Talia pops out from behind her hiding place and steps lively as a sailor is full attention. “I’m ready to get to sea captain.” She says with a swift salute of her two fingers. She figures there is salute or greeting. The captain looks at her and appears lost. “Yes, well come aboard as we have others that will join in this jolly wang.” He said while looking somewhat mad at her. She looks curious as to wave good bye to her mother as she looks her off. “Bye Mom, I will be back for supper. She waves at her. Hearing this the men on the ship laugh and fall. “She only thinks she will be back for supper.” The crew heave some cargo up the mast and keep on working till sun down. Talia walks aboard and sees a dingy ship that has a foul smell. One of the crew members says. “You new lass. Okay its time you start doing your part. Get to washing that scabbard. You! Now! Talia looks excited and grabs a scrub brush and some buckets. “Wow my first job. I cannot wait till I can give the orders next time. Talia starts to scrub the first board and then the board appears to have a yellow green mossy texture. She seems irritated that it does not come out. She begins to scrub harder and harder. This is no longer fun as some of the green yellow colored boards do not seem to get clean. She walks to get more water down the deck. Talia enters a very small but binding hallway that seems to only fit two people in the walkway. She thinks that it is very small to even fit through the opening. She hears two crew members shouting at each other. They seem to be fighting over something that is being cooked. “Look, Romero. You messed up the sauce. It needs more of this here Basil. He said to the other. “No, no, no this is the way it is always for the captain. I will not have you ruin this perfectly good sauce. This way. He says to the other. Talia finally enters the small but crowded kitchen area and looks at the two of them arguing over this. The two crew members seem to wear a white outfit with black shoes. One of the men wears a small hat that keeps falling while he talks. The kitchen is small but has purpose. The counter is only as big, as a regular table size of four foot. The sink is no bigger than two widths to a pot. Everything has a place but where does it all fit. Talia looks at the two in amazement. They do not recognize her at first. They start slinging salt shakers to themselves while talking. “The captain doesn’t like uh too much salt. You gotta keep out of the salt Romero. The two cooks keep arguing and then one of them throws a shaker towards Talia. Talia ducks and looks over her shoulder. “Hey, you buffoons you almost hit me she stammers to them. She stands upright and looks at them as if they were a bad piece of meat. “Hey Romero, look at what the cat drug in. Yeah how bout that? You think she is a stowaway. The two cooks look at each other and laugh. “Enough, now you see Romero this needs to be like this. And here we go. Excuse, me my dear the captain is wanting dinner immediately. This is just a meal he needs for this amount of time.” He said to her. Talia looks at them in wonder and smells a wonderful odor of sauce and chili. She wonders if she can have some also. She is starting to get a little hungry. “Romero, I will bring in the appetizer. Let’s go if we are late than I don’t know what to think. He says to the other. Okay get ready. I’m uh coming.” He says. The two cooks look at each other and lift a small platter up to their shoulder height and walk out with some dishes. Talia begins to look at what they are doing and follows them through a big wooden door marked Captains den. Inside the Captain’s den the two cooks look immediately at the captain who is looking at a map and using utensils or tools to guide a way through the map. “If I go this way. I will be in a heap of trouble. I hate that way. No, I will go another way. Of course. He says while looking at the yellow filled map of a land. The two cooks look at each other and slightly bend forward by the captain and say. “This is tonight’s specialty captain. I hope you like. He bends further and slowly rises to put his appetizer on the table. The table where the captain is sitting is about eight foot in length, but only has one chair. The table is about as clean as a piece of wood can get. However, the marks of the table seem to show that there might have been a bad storm. The ship starts to tip, and the two cooks hold onto their plates. Talia is stunned as the ship seems to move for the first time and begins to tip her sideways. The captain speaks as he looks at Talia. “First time on a ship. Well you will get used to her as she sails into your life. Ain’t that right mate. He says while eyeing the two cooks. The two cooks look at him and agree with a serious gesture. “Now then what brings you to my quarters Talia. I don’t remember inviting you but maybe I did. I seem to forget if I did what I started yesterday but nowadays. I’m likely to humiliate myself from letting you on our adventure. Talia looks at the captain with smoochy eyes and wonders where he began before his conversation ended. She mustered words that even the captain does not hear. He Looks at her and says. “No that is not the way here you must address me as your captain and say Captain permission to speak. Then I will calmly allow you to speak if you amuse me enough.” He says to her. “Let us begin again and this time I will go first. It is just better for me to talk and you to listen. Then I will decide how to address the proper response. You see it is always like that here, and so now I must address my crew to you. He said with a whip of his voice as if he rehearsed the words somewhere in a play. Now miss, may I call you that or do you have a last name. I always address my crew with a proper last name as always, your captain is addressed as Captain Jack-a-lot sir. Talia looks at him and shyly steps back. “My two cooks are Romero and Pears. Please allow them to talk as they are in a hurry for their next approach to me.” He said while looking at them sternly. “Ahem, now Captain Jack-a-lot. We have here is a somewhat masterpiece in the kitchen that we prepared.” Romero says to him. He puts the dish down very quickly but with authority. The captain looks at him. “Does it have the salt of the sea? Without the salt of the sea. I do not want the dish. Take it away! Please. The captain says to him. The cook steps back and looks confused but does the order and returns to the kitchen. “Yes, I seem to forget the salt of the sea. Pears was distracting me from my duties once again. Pears looks at the captain and then settles in on his speech to him as well. “For the next dish for the captain. I have prepared the very best sauce, and the pasta is divine. He says while putting the dish to the captain’s eyesight of where he is holding a map. “Ah Pears the smell is like that of a sweet wine. You really must stop trying to tempt me to eat so much. He says to Pears. “Yes, sir captain. I am very happy you enjoy my dish. He says to him as he leaves with a sigh of relief to his face. Talia begins to laugh and snicker at the captain. “Yes, your name is Renton, right. So, Mrs. Renton, this is the way and if there is another way. I would not have it any other. Now, please I must find a heading before my navigator has no heading to go towards.” He says while smelling his food. Talia stomach begins to growl. “Sorry captain. I was working and very hungry, so I found the kitchen here and wondered when it was time to eat. The captain looks at her as if not to be bothered with his concentrating. “You say your hungry. Miss Renton? He said while looking at his plate of food. “I believe you better drink on the first day, and no food till nigh is night. Or you will have a bad night and day the next morn. That is the way of the sea. So this is to be. He said to her. “Huh, she said but I’m hungry. I’ve worked. He stops her and nods. No, now I must find the navigational point of the Mier island. I believe it best to abide by her shores. Mrs. Renton. Kindly excuse yourself and leave me be. Thank you. Talia looks at him as to be stumped by his response. True to the sea. She says to herself. I’ll give him a true to the see. She hums under her breath while walking out of the Captains den. Talia carries her brush and bucket that she was holding and goes by the kitchen. “I gotta eat something. I’m starving. Wow! She said under her breath as she passes one of the cooks. The one cook looks at her and wonders what or why she is even in the kitchen. Talia looks around and looks for a piece of fruit. “Maybe if I eat a little. I won’t be so hungry, and then the captain said to drink something. The ship begins to tip to the side again, and the cooks grab the plates and hold the kitchen as to seem routine. “Grab that plate Miss Renton. before it falls, or it will be out of my paycheck from the captain.” Talia drops her brush, and bucket and flies forward to reach the falling plate and recovers the plate from breaking on the ground. “Whew, that was close.” She thought immediately. “wow very fast reflexives miss Renton. That is some good moves. The two cooks are impressed at Talia, as she gets up and says “yeah I’m pretty good at things when they are in danger. Not so good at this brush and mopping thing though.” She smirks to them. She puts the gold-plated plate on the counter and leaves the two cooks to argue over the mess they seem to never clean. Talia walks very sorely to the hallway, that connected with the top of the deck. Instead of going right, she decides to go left this time. She sees a very grim part of a light and follows this to another part of the ship. It is very dark at this part of the ship, and she can hear ship crew people. Talia starts laughing, as they seem to be asleep. The crew is half on the floor, and then some on the small Hancock made beds. She quietly walks through the maze of beds, and darkness. It is so dark, that the room seems to be just moving by itself. Just then, the boat begins to tip, and the men just fall in unison while they are asleep. Talia goes with the way of how the ship leans to the side. All the sudden her stomach begins to feel queasy and make strange sounds. “Ah man, what is going on?” She said to herself. Talia begins to reach up with her small hand and hold her stomach. She seems to be getting sea sick. Or this is some rare disease she has only felt once in her life. Talia stops walking with her stealth footsteps, and starts to hop over and go back the way she came in. She fears that the death is in her, and she needs to get it out. “I suddenly do not like the sea life, right now.” She said to herself while walking faster, and faster to the top deck and looking for a bucket. Talia can not find a suitable bucket and stammers on what to do next. “Nothing left, but to get it out by the way of the sea. Talia does like any girl her age and goes by the side of the ship She then looks into it, and gives back the sea what it gave to her. With her very last strength, she hurls over the ship and yells out the foul thing she had in her. “I suddenly do not feel this is the life for me, anymore.” She stated to herself while wiping her lip. She dry heaves into the sea, and that was the end of the sickness she felt. She throws herself back and thinks of the time she had with her mom back in Gomorrah. Talia eye starts to quiver and blink. Her black eye fades and her soft skin feels clammy. She feels she has no more strength and passes out from the horrible sickness effect of the sea. The only sound left is the rushing waves and the ropes of the mast hitting each other with clangs in the wind. Chapter 6 “Trial if by sea” The next morning, the sea seems still and calm. The wooded ship is now out of the harbor and sailing, to a heading that Captain Jack-a-lot seems to know. Talia is still asleep on the top deck while some of the men began to awaken from their usual night slumber. The captain goes out to meet the cool morning wind from his quarters. As he approaches the top of the deck. He looks out to see the points he can easily navigate. The captain’s brown eyes look stern and looks at the clouds and the winds up above the mast of the ship. “Where are the men?” He thought. He begins to shout with thunder. “Mr. Roberts, come about sir. This is where we go.” He exclaimed with a wide outstretch of his furious hand. Mr. Roberts is a mild man that seems to be on time. Well most of the time. He is barely awaken getting his coffee from the deck below. Mr. Roberts hears the captain speaking and he rushes out to see what the day will unfold for today. “Yes sir, Captain sir. Where we heading to this glorious rotten day. He musters from a slip of his coffee. The captain looks at him with a felony eye and says. “Mr. Roberts, I thought I taught you better that the sea is full of water. Yes, but uh there is also quite the adventure out their sir.’ He says to him. “I know we are heading to the out world again, but we will take the mouth and go out by the island, till we be there at last she will be like a woman of Mier to me.” Mr. Roberts looks out the starboard and clinches his neck. “Okay Captain, but we have been to the Island of Mier before. This aint no luck been here done that and then some. If that is the heading. Then let me get these filths up. Sir! He said with some gluttony. The captain raises his eye and looks abroad as to hold for a song or banner waiting for him. “Out to sea. Mr. Roberts tis lets try her out. There’s for waiting for me. He said while stretching out his knee on a piece of the wooded ship. -Log out- Michael realized that he had been watching for hours was it already time to get to work or school. The hours just seem to get longer and longer. The next day Michael looks up and down, left and right. “Okay I’ve done my exercises for the day.” He said with laughter. He goes to the other side of the room and agrees to get dressed for the day is about to begin. He begins to think about everything that is going on in the world of Castern. He goes out of the room and looks around. He thought he heard a noise in the next room, but it was just some creaking. He goes to the kitchen area and looks over at the room. “That is Margaret’s room. How come she never comes out of there? It’s just weird. Maybe she does not like the outside world too much. He thought. He creeps into the kitchen and looks at the time. The clock reads six o’ clock. He stares at the clock and then looks to the kitchen and pulls out a sharp knife. “Where is the cheese?” He thought. He goes to the refrigerator and pulls out the yellow cheese that looks like it has holes and about half the size of an apple. “Okay someone has been in here eating this cheese. Hm, I wonder who, what, when, where how and why. This has happened. What year and time? Joy! He slams the refrigerator shut, and then goes to the clock again. Man, I got to get to work. Yes fast, hurry. I must go or I be late and late for this date. I’ve never been that late, but I really have no place to go.” Out the door he goes with a flash of the cheese on the counter. The door across the kitchen table begins to creak and open. “Is someone there? I know that I heard a noise. Or maybe not.” The voice said. The door begins to slowly creep back in the crack and the whole house is silent for hours. Later that night Michael gets home and goes to his room. He thinks of the world of Castern and Bastok. “How could this happen? Bastok is now in jail, but he got himself out because he feels that bars cannot hold him and what his purpose is? He said to himself. Then we have the beloved Talia and her beginnings.” He said to himself while calmly awaiting to get his night clothes on. “Interesting, there should be a silver lining somewhere or maybe around the time. How can two people who have nothing alike even attract me. He said. I really must see what Bastok has planned for Brimstone. However, Talia interest me, about her own beginnings. Then there is the issue of Triman. I should have deleted Triman from existence.” He smiled with great compassion. “That would not be proper or fun to do, either.” He said to himself. Just then he remembers what he wanted to do after about a few minutes and logs on to the world of Castern. Bastok is troubled by the outcome of the cry of the guards that run away from him. Bastok begins to look at his hands and tries to see if there is something special about him and why he could command the bars to melt. He looks up and sees the oversized wall that is over shadowing him to look as if to say, what else will you do? At a moment’s notice Bastok sees by the corner of his eye a brilliant bluish green light appearing outside of the building. He begins to walk outside smelling the fresh scent of pine and ash. He wonders what is going to happen and all the same he is mesmerized by the light. The light is pale and is brilliant he goes closer and closer to the light and it appears to faintly become glimmering. Bastok face is shown as the light is now fully on his face and he can see that the light is leading him to a part of a forest. Bastok sees a small but deep forest full of ever green and glades. The small grass tidings cling to his feet and feel like soft cotton. A voice glimmers in the reflection of the light that is before him. Bastok slowly squints to see but the only image that is seen is the bluish green light. The light is no smaller than a few feet across and it appears that he can pick up the sphere looking object. The object is near a tree and is glimmering with a glassy brilliant appearance. Bastok reaches up and the image hums a voice. “Bastok, do not be afraid of The image that I am giving you. I created you and I want you to be able to communicate with me at any time. I need to know that you understand. Bastok’s eyes became big like saucers and the brilliance of the sphere gets even brighter. This is a link for you to have that only you can hear. I have made it a greenish looking shell for you to only listen too. This will connect you and I to each other. Whenever, you raise this shell up. You will hear a language that only you can understand. Do you understand? Bastok? Speak Bastok. IAM is listening. Bastok looks at the sphere and tries to say a word but is hesitant to even muster a word out. His eyes become silent and have no feeling in them. He tries to speak but the words come out broken. “You’re the, wait, so I can do most things? Wait, I don’t believe you? The glass object shimmers. “Maybe it was better for me just to say, Hello my son. So, as I was saying you will hear only me with this link to us. Use the shell to talk to me. Bastok looks at the shell and agrees to it. “Okay, yes whatever this is? The sphere shimmers once again. “Oh, also one more thing don’t tell anyone you are speaking to the Sevens. They will not understand you. Until their heart is like yours. Then they will only hear what they want to hear. I am truly sorry, but that is the way it must be.” The voice glimmers in the shell and then goes out. Bastok looks at the sphere and it becomes like jade. Bastok looks again at the sphere, and it is a wonderful smooth glass that is small enough to roll in his hands. He slowly closes his hand and looks to see if anyone was watching or looking. Bastok looks around the tree and tries to see if anyone is near the tree. He looks to the ground and names the tree on the dirt. IAM Bastok looks at the object and carries it with a heart full of wonder. Bastok begins to walk away and look at the tree. “So, if I just speak to the shell and hold it up. The voice will speak? He thought. Bastok puts the sphere looking shell in his hand and walks away. Ch. 7 “Mier Island” Across the sea and above the clouds. A large boat with a captain sails to the inner sea. This is where the clouds meet the very brink of the vast point of the sea. Talia waves her arms up, as to try to understand why the green slime does not ever come off the ships deck. “Why does this not work? I scrub and scrub all day long, and it just does no good. She said to herself. “I will think of this now and forget one two things tomorrow. She said. “I think its time to get down below.” She states. Talia goes to the open door of the deck and disappears into it. Meanwhile the captain of the ship is gazing across the sea and looking for a good place to fully put the sails to use. “Mr. Roberts, where is that blasted island of Mier we are heading to. He said with a low grin in his mouth. “Sir, captain Jack-A-lot that Mier island is a mystery every time we come across it sir. Even me eyes don’t see how it appears but tis doth. He said while a thick fog follows them through the brink of sunset. “Navigational instruments will be off Mr. Roberts!” he said while looking thick into the vast sea. The clouds of mist roll in like a carpet of wool over your eyes. It feels like the misty sea held still. “Let’s tread the water and still the boat sir’s. You there come down off the mast and lower the sails about half way. Tully, where you be? He said as he is looking for the man with the lantern. Tully, is that you? Get over by the front of the ship with that lantern sir. Tully looks at the captain and agrees with his feverish eye but looks grief. “Aye sir!” he said while going to the front of the ship while the crew went down below to prepare for the night. Talia goes to the part of the ship where her quarters is. She looks up and across to see if anybody is looking and tries to scramble to change her wet clothes from the usual work day. Talia sees men with her eyes, but they are in no mood because this is dinner time, and nothing interferes with the dinner time of shipmates on a ship. Talia sees a pair of clean folded shirt and pants for her, but it is loosely knitted and looks like a small sailor would wear the whole ensemble. “They need a better tailor aboard this ship man. It is so terrible. Just so terrible.” She cried with a burst of laughter. Talia tries to avoid losing what more she has of sanity. The ship is forcing her to think of simple things and simple times. She holds her head and tries to think of what she used to do but is very confused. She then shakes her small feverish head side to side. “I know that I remember something, but I never really had to do what I must do now.” She shakes off her fear and walks over to the rest of the noise that is shattering the rest of the ship inner walls. Talia walks over to the short hallway and sees the two doors that say mess hall. The door is bursting with rhythm and song that even Talia has no idea what is happening inside of the hall. She smiles and smirks, but she quickly remembers that she is a shipmate herself and that will be tis will be the way. “Listen, all you mates that like to look at me quizard. She walks in with a stride that only Talia knows of herself and well. The ship mates look at her as she enters in and laugh a storm of free willing talk and stirs. “Bah, who be coming? One says. “Pipe down you free loving willy moth. Another says to her. Talia looks at the two and keeps on strutting by and by. “That’ll be enough of that and where is my dinner. You loust. She said with a cry. She stands upright with her finger up and stretched. Her feet are planted as if she stood with authority. The ship mates laugh and bustle as they gouge down the last of the food. “There be that Talia, calling out to herself with the blanting eye of fork.” He said. Talia looks at the ceiling and looks across. “I will be willing if it be willing but I like to be like mandered. That’s who I am. She says to him the best she could muster her words of encouragement. “So, you better just sit right back down and finish what you say. Or I be going to captain and letting hm know you be scrawdering.” She exclaimed with a blanted eye of resentment. “Bah waste me time!” He said while slurping up his soup de gourd. “I do smile from time to time sirs but never here and nowhere to be ever.” She stated to the whole crowd around the mess hall. “So, I be wanting to sit here and you louse never be here not ever.” She then sits down by a small crowd and begins to look for her soup spoon and what is left of the gourd that she can see. Talia pushes and shoves her way in a spot and sits with her eyes close to never look at one of the smelly crewmates. She cries in her soup dish and eats what she can. However, she is disgusted of the smell and the feel of the crowd and throws the bowl across the room. The crew is so loud that the mess hall begins to feel like a jail house scene gone mad. Suddenly Captain Jack-a-Lot walks in with a tempered authority and rapidly calls out to the crew mates. “What be here? What is all this noise? Can you not eat with the decency of the mannered men that I have tried you to be? He says to them with authority. The crew mates seemed ashamed of themselves and start cleaning up and getting ready for sleep. “Do you not understand how to be like minded and appease each other with good will and non-slave offending.” The captain looks angrily at his mess hall and stamps down the middle of the mess hall. “This is preposterous. This will not do. You sir, there clean this up till you have no slumber till it be clean. He commands while the back of him Talia looks around. “Off to bed with you girly. Let’s go before Captain have us here all night. He says while scurring out of the mess hall. Talia begins to leave the mess hall with sudden quickness to her feet. She begins to understand that dinner time is just to let loose, and let the night unfold to sleep the next day. The captain draws a sword at one of the ship mates and commands with authority. “You sir, this had better be the last time this happens. Or it will be the ladder and all alone on the wet mast for you? Don’t you think that this will not be happening. I will have my eye on you sir. Clean and off to bed with you scrawbs. Good night sirs! NOW! He thunders with a captainish voice of high esteem. The captain walks out of the mess hall and walks quietly to his quarters and slams the bolted door. The next morning Talia gets up, and realizes that she spent most of the night in her bunk asleep. Was this the first night that she seemed that she felt a good nights rest? The rest of the crew was snoring away as if there was nothing wrong about the morning. Talia gets up out of her cold kot, and sees some men walking her way. She does not greet them, but sways to the side for them. She makes her way to the upper deck and sees the sea. The ship is moving from the usual up, and downward thrust as if being carried by the sea. The sky is a bright blue vast, and the weather is cloudy. Could this be the voyage end? “Where we at Captin Jack-a-lot, sir? A man on the ships deck said in the midst. Talia peeps over to see the captain and some crew members looking abroad the ships port bow. “We should be getting really close to Mier. I can smell the island's bananna trees. He said while looking around from side to side. Captain, something is happening near the starboard part of the ship. The crewmen gaze around the side of the ship and see some the ghastly shadows climbing the ship. Captain, its the skeleton crew monsters! He said very harshly and in a scared part of his voice. Captain, there are climbing up the ship hull. He said. Wait, now you go there to the side. Let me main this ship to the other side. Men its going to be a brawl. Lets get prepared. Talia starts to wonder what is happening. Is this really happening the quiet ship ride from all this time is gong to get some action. Talia eyes begin to maneuver as she feels prepared for the moment. Talia looks over and hears the monsters or whatever it will be climbing aboard. The captain starts shouting out orders and grabs the ships wheel. “Hold on to something all of you scabs. This is going to be a rough ride. He said while turning the wheel of the ship to the right. The crew gets a hold of what they can see to hold onto. The ships hull begins to turn as some skeletons fall off the ship. The skeletons look like old sailors that might have sailed the land before. They have a shape of a human with no skin left on their bones. Their eyes are soul less and glimmer in the daylight. They move very sharp, but are somewhat very confused at the direction they are going. Talia starts to look for a weapon any weapon would be good at this time. While the ship begins to go back to the middle and settle the rest of the skeletons left begin to climb onto the ship's deck. The crew sees the few skeletons and begins to fight off the skeletons. Talia watches as the anticipation of wanting to get into the action overcomes her. “I will just think of the Voose like back home and then begin to fight each one of these off. Talia thrust her imaginary sword up and snarls her teeth. She watches the crew fighting off the skeletons as they angerly get ready for more. Talia watches the pirates gather and then take down the remaining skeletons. The skeletons are few in number so it is just easier to pick them off. Talia watches as the pirates just pick off the bones of the skeletons. She noticed if she just hit the legs of the skeletons hard enough they would just fall all over the place with gravity. Talia jumps and springs into action as she manages to sweep downward, and thrust her foot like an axe. The skeletons seem confused, and just fall apart all around her. Talia gets up and quickly tosses the skeletons in the sea. One after one. She realizes that the task was harder to think about then it was to actually fight off those skeletons. The last pirate throws the rest of the skeletons off the ship and then they see the famous island. “There it is that be Mier island and I be recognizing it now.” He said with some fury in his voice. The island is full of wonder. You can see the banana trees that flourish as if the island itself just gave birth to trees. The top of the island has a small mountain that reminds you of a beautiful crested top of a cake. The air is still but calm. Talia looks as the island unfolds itself to her and wonders why land is so important to find. “I cannot describe the feeling of this but I am so glad and happy inside to see something to walk upon.” she said to herself excited but still raw. The men look at her and smile but the captain is full of joust and jealousy. “Now Mrs. Talia do not be telling our secrets to our life. We hold all of our hides dear to the sea. Don't worry Mrs. Renton you will see, that one day and realize your a pirate yourself. HA!” He said with a smile that seemed like it was weird at first but fit for the first time. Talia looks out and wants to go on land so bad that she can taste the land. “Land Ho!? Said the man that was in the crows nest as he fell out with a spot of rum. “ A little late sir. Dont you think. We are here already. “ Talia said while watching him fall out. All of the sudden the pirates have something to do and they quickly get dressed to get onshore. “Wait, what is going on?” Talia thought. “Oh well, okay what do I wear to go on land?” She thought. The men go to their rooms on-board and start to discuss the trip that is going to take place. They seem to take a big part of getting on land and seeing Mier island. Talia remembers that she has nothing to wear and looks for some kind of shorts. She smells under her arms and wonders what happened. Talia begins to understand a pirates life a little and wonders what else is going to happen along the way. Ch. 8 Paladin is the Way Meanwhile, Bastok is just outside the castle walls. He knows that he does not want to stay in a jail cell. He also knows that the way of life for him is not here. “There! Grab him at once guards.” Fin said to the Brimstonian guards. Bastok looks at them both and starts to run. “Look, he is getting away. After him quickly. Guards arrest that man.” Fin said with a lowish grin. Bastok eyes seem to wander and focus on a clearing near the river. He decides that he must run away, or be tormented for what he has done. The Brimstonian guards begin to run after the tall Windurstian. “There is no escape. Wait, he is going inside the water? Bastok begins to think. and starts to run in the water and keeps running. The tall Windurstian legs move with force and he begins to float. “What is this? I have never tried this before. I think that I can reach the other side though. Bastok moves his powerful arms inside his chest and out. He begins to paddle and moving with this force pushes him to the other side. “Go after him, you idiots. Why are you just standing there.” Fin said to the guards. The guards look really scared as they have no idea how to get across. Need a boat. We are too heavy. One guard looked at one another. No, too heavy. I am not going to make that.” the guard said to another. The guards are walking back and forth up the bank and trying to realize that they are just too heavy to go across. Bastok makes it safely across and realizes that he has to head to some trees, or get out of the sight of the guards. “Curse you Bastok, this is not right. No this will not do.” Fin says while bouncing up and down. Bastok looks around and sees a way to go into the deep thicket. He wonders if they will follow. However, they will have to find a way across the water. Nevertheless, the time is at hand and the deed is done. Fin looks around for Bastok but he is not able to see him. He starts to head back to Brimstone to ask if he can go after Bastok with a army. Fin swiftly goes to the part of Brimstone where Triman dwells. He is in awe that Bastok escaped. He begins to walk with the other guards up the long corridor and then to enter Triman's courters. Up the long corridor and through the rough walls. Fin goes inside to see Triman. “Ah Fin, my trusted Brimstonian advisor. What can I do for you.” Triman looks at him while thinking of a headache he has. “You, see sir Triman Lord. There is a slight problem.” Fin said with a little hesitation. “What, can you not dispose or at least teach Bastok what I told of you.” Triman thundered at Fin as if to be disgusted of his presense. “Well, theres this problem. However, my plan of action is to take the army to eliminate the little problem. He said with swiftness in his throat. “Problem? What now do you ask of me Fin? He thundered. Fin tries to back away and lower his countenance to try to leave the chambers. “Fin, you are not telling me something. This is not at all odd. I knew that this might happen. Or at least I had thought about the situation. I will take this, and declare the anticipated war on this Quadronian. He said while clinching his fist and making the air all but still. Fin looks at Triman and assumes a more pleasant stance and bows. “Well at once Sire. Let us go after this Quadronian. So he has escaped. By now he will heading toward Gomorrah. Bastok goes through the huge green thicket to anything but back to Brimstone. He just wants to not be at all in one place. He suddenly comes upon another part in the thicket that is rather odd. Bastok sees a part of the forest that does not look like it will go with the other parts. “I shall follow that path and lead this way to something that makes a little more sense.” He said to himself. The forest has a greenish tan look to it and the trees are unevenly hung over the gaps of the sunlight. The air is misty and strange to the eyes. There are some rocks around Bastok, but not enough to climb or go up to see where he might be at. A few feet ahead of him is another large thicket with bushes that seem to wraparound the bottom of the carpet forest. Bastok can barely walk through this part and so he breaks off a branch to walk through. With a firm grip on his pouch by his belt. He feels the small jade ball. He starts rubbing it for good luck. Meanwhile, Fin is looking where to head the army that he has gained. “Now men we must head in this direction over this, uh body of water. So we will go like Bastok did and go through this . Is that clear? He says while looking at the sky and wondering if the men can really handle this. Fin starts to look at the line of men that he has. He looks down the line and thinks that some of them will make it across the water. Fin goes in front of the men and commands them to embrace the water and dive right in. The men start to look at the water and wonder if this is going to be there end. There face is hardened and displaced as the hundreds of men try to cross the body of water. “I dont care how you get through just make it through. We have a felon to catch and our orders are quick. The whole army of men like a arsenal of weapons try to go against the rivers body of water. They do not know how to swim and so their armor carries them quickly down and with so many terrible attempts to cross. Fin looks at the tired army and just about gives up to get across the water. “It's just water. Isn't it. This makes no sense. I will just leave all you baffons to this on your own. Fin gets a position and assumes a stance and the water becomes solid enough to step on. “Now, with that being done. I shall go in my pursuit of our felon. This will be all too sweet as I feel as if this had a beginning in a point of time before. He said with a curious face. Make your way over here to this area. Before the magic wears off. I'm going after Bastok. He screamed to the army of men to follow. The men look as if to see that the magic is holding them to a point in the water that holds their armor up. So they cross one by one like lemmings to the edge of the cliff. The army of Fin starts to head into the thicket of the woods and begins the search for Bastok. This is the time of the owl and the moon. So it is about near dark. The Sun is about to set into the land of Gomorrah. Not far from there Bastok is finding his way through the shrubs and the rest of the huge forest. The forest sounds have intensified since an hour ago and now he hears small cricket sounds. There are also wild beast making there way to see the new path follower. The animals sense something that is not like the rest of the forest. Bastok makes so much noise going through the huge forest that he awakens some beasts. Bastok hears a sudden thud and begins to start running. He breaks off a branch as he is running towards nothing. He is very puzzled as to where he is, but he knows that goodness will overcome. There is such a way that the spirit of Bastok is like that of a old worn shoe. The shoe will still fit if you know how to wear it. However, there is little time for this and so much more to do. Bastok willingly leaps into the air and keeps running into the endless amount of trees. Should he stop? What keeps him going? Maybe its a question of how long will this last? There should be only one answer to the dilemma. Of course there can also be somewhat three or four parallels that involve the outtake of the negativity in that statement. --Logout-Michael begins to ponder about the predicament of the times but that of the universe. So if we tranverse the outcome to the tenth of the nano-second plus that of the square root of seven. There should be another way for the math to compute on the other side of the parallels in the universe. By just adjusting the middle lets decide an outcome of the breach. There also needs to be a hypotenuse of the start. So now the middle reluctantly can become in the center. So now lets us configure the landings of the mass of Gomorrah. Yes, that is the solution. So if Bastok runs to the mass of that of the speed of light times negative four. Aha! That is the solution to the problem. Michael looks at the solution and realizes that it needs more of a curve. “This has to be perfect. Or it just will not work in the world alone. He said with some confidence. “Yes, this will work and he will end up on the horizon. --Log in-Bastok runs in a graceful way and he seems to have a transparent armor that enables him to shine in the light. Bastok is also dressed in a way that a knight should be looked upon. The look on Bastok's face is that of a shown true warrior that glimmers in the fall in a fight. He now knows of heroic ways of a Gladiator. The light defines Bastok as a dashing knight of light that arrays down to his Platinum armor of shoes. He strides away with that of which one comes across as someone that has shown an enemy with great authority. The battle that has been won and the great confidence in himself. Bastok face is shown with a paleish pride and yet his enemies have feared what he has learned and heard. The accompany of the mastered style of persuasive honorable establishment. Thinking in his mind that the infallible longing of the centered planet. Although the planet is not centered and the outcome of the run for the battle is at hand. Bastok now faces more danger as he knows that he is being followed by Fin and his army of Brimstonian's.” “Grace is upon me and I will go as the Seventeen has followed. Forever will I be in thine eye of deceit and resentment. I vow that this day will I overcome that madness that is over hung on the abyss of not knowing. He said while looking into the empty fields of greenish shrubs. In the cold distant a pair of red eyes emerge and become available. A monstrous figurine becomes imminence with a cutting field of arrogance. The figure is solid brownish texture of a she-wolf. There can be dismounts of pure disarrayed light that abandons the figurine. The parallels of the object is that of the carnivorous regime. The monstrous figurine sniffs the air and disembowels a hellish yell that accompanies one to a kill. Bastok hears of the cry of the monstrous figure, but does not over see the embodied sediment of his own smell. He then examines a part of the greenish shrubbery and advances in a diagonal stride. “My Gauntlets will serve me well with this ill mannered beast. I know them well to this for this fight.” he whispered. With great speed and encouraged wit. Bastok encounters the beast at her stance of empowerment. Bastok looks to the eye of his counter enemy and strikes fear with just a glaze of troubled awareness. The She-wolf figurine dismounts on the hill nearby. She walks with heavy weariness and carefully eyes Bastok in the moment. Always watching his moves and the anticipation in his eyes. She moves her strides quickly and without notice. Bastok looks at her with a somewhat stance that allures the beast to sway back and forth. The she-wolf always looking for the chance to attack the head and bite it completely off. Bastok looks at the ground and it plunges with a white fierce atrocity. Was this a beast or a human? Bastok goes to his Gauntlets and gets the feel of the air. He clangs them as they ring with a piercing sound of metallic metal. The beast jumps to the top of the scowl of the night but this happens only for a brief moment. Bastok reaches out and the she-wolf bites the Gauntlets. She tears a shred in her teeth and gnashes out. Bastok hits the beast with a fury of power and draws blood on the helm of the nose of the beast. The beast understands that the power of her enemy is not to be fooled. The she-wolf tries for another destined attack but Bastok is too fast and blocks the attack with a swift move of both Gauntlets together with a full swing motion of a sense of knowing the wind. “I really do not want to hurt you beast. But if you come at me. I cannot help what happens to you. He said with a gist of his voice as if he had said this a thousand times before. The she-wolf withdraws the attack with a mutton nose full of crimson blood and escapes in the night with no trace of coming back to the fight. Bastok looks through the small trees and shrubs. There is a hint of night air that is salty to the touch. Bastok lowers his Gauntlets and treads on with a masculine physique and walks with slower strides. Ch. 9 A Great white Box Talia enters the ever more urban island of Mier. The sea is salty and spongy. The sun is high above the sky at this time. There is a sense of reality to the way of the situation. Talia senses there could be either tragedy here or there is terror. Either or this could be bad, or just the way it appears. She understands that the island is not at its greatest part of the intense field that is upon her. There seems to be an adjustment of the layout of the island. The way is strange but somewhat near a tearful revengeful blight. “Bly me that island is just a myth and there seems to be a annoyance on the land.” She said as she went down from into the middle of the island. The crew begins to sing asunder in the air and they get rowdy. They seem to be rushing to the sight of the inland mid-land. “Where is everyone rushing to in such a hurry?” Talia said with a distant feeling of warmth. The crew heads into a heading where there is some lights and a small house. The house is small but lit. There is some activity outside of the house but there is also no one inside. The entrance to the house Is but a mile up and a mile down. “Where is everybody?” Talia thought to herself. The crew go where ever they seem to be. One side of the crew is leaving while the other is only looking at lights. The lights that are shown are leading to another part of the inland mid-land. Some of the area is marked by white sparks but not all of the people in this area know where to go. “Is it a trap? Where is all this going to? I think that Ill go to the house.” Talia thought to herself. Talia goes to the other side of the path that leads to the house. She begins to wonder about to look at all the strangeness that she can see. There is a small chimney but no smoke coming out of the house. She goes a little closer and sees a small opening. She cannot decide if this looks like a door or a small opening for another person. “Bly me this is weird. I bet that I can fit inside of this here fit. Let me find a way in this here opening. I might just be fitting.” She said with such a wonder of herself. Talia goes into the small hole and examines her feet. Talia must only be inches from what looks like a small ledge. She carefully steps on the small holes but the way is slow and dreary. Talia seems to be lost on the ledge but quickly goes up and down. The ledge meets to a middle and then the box on the ledge that held the door is loosen. Talia then finds a mustard grass that seems to go into the ground. She puts the grass on the ground and remembers a song that she sings to herself. Talia looks around and then back and forth stares at the bleak of the door that appears. She is curious and finds a small path through the door and the room is lit with small fires. One fire is on and the other is put out. A small box is put on the path and the other sign leads a way. “Surrender, but stay!” The sign reads with lettering that a pirate can read. Talia looks at the sign and wonders where is the chief. The chief appears but he is in no mood to tell you what is going on. The chief looks like a elderly man o f swan. There seems to be a gassy fragrance of dirt that loosens on the end of his mouth. He looks at Talia and wonders of the amazement of the intensity of the fields that mothered the willow trees. He is so curious that he starts to laugh. Talia begins to get distressed and startled. “Wait, this place makes no sense? Where is this? And what is this? Am I dreaming in here or does my mind drift. She said while talking with the chief. The chief looks at you and wonders what time your saying something will catch or end. He does not understand the mobility of your words and goes to another opeing upon the window up the norse cad. Talia likes to see the sweat off the bow of the bowl. She sees a clearing of the rag of the life that seems to be clearing. Well that is a ill manner of speaking. Talia hears her mother in the distant and wonders why she is hearing such a wonderful thing. “Mother are you near. Mother is this like what is dear. Mother have they come to throw me here. Mother!” Talia looks at the void and her mother appears. “So my dear. Are you here. I beg of you Talia. Do you not here me. My child this is not like you.” Talia mother is more distant than she can be near. Talia looks at her mother but has no words to say to her. She shakes her small but honest head and runs away. “Talia dont forget me. I love you Talia. You wont leave me. Will you that way?” Talia mother said as she departs to the door by the front of the house. Talia looks at the door and goes through the door. She opens the knob and considers this the house of dreams. “Something is wrong about this place and I dont want to be here asunder.” Talia wals away from the house and examines her hands. They are somewhat small and very shaky at the moment. She goes to another part of the opening and summons someone to hear her. “Is there anyone here? Bly me, what is happening here? She said with a curious lip. There is a small field that opens to a grand opening in the the in land mid-land. Talia looks for a way to get to the spot where she last saw someone. “Did they all disappear? She wondered. Talia does not like being lost. She is not at all trying to find herself. She seems to just keep looking for the other crew. She stamps her feet and imposes a pertrude rude manner of self denying herself. Talia looks around to see that there is a clear mist now. However, that mist was never there before. She goes through the mist and looks into the heaven laden fog. “Where did all this fog go through? She wondered. This fog was weird. I feel little drops of rain on me. She said while walking more into the fog. The setting is now white and then it becomes a pale yellow. Talia looks around once again and sees nothing that will draw her attention. “A hunting we will go. A hunting we will go Hie Ho! Said the Captain Jack-A-lot. “Oh there you are Talia. Are you enjoying your stay here? He snickered and laughed at her while passing by swiftly. Talia literally jumps when the Captain is by her. She begins to wonder about how he just appeared. Talia tries to stop him to ask him a simple question. The Captain looks at her and just looks the other way. “Sorry my dear but I must chase these knivers away. So I will bid you adew until the next time perhaps.” he said while leaving her. “Wait, what is happening here. I dont understand what it is I am suppose to find. I think I am lost here on this island. “ She said while slipping and falling down. “I am not liking this and tis be nonsense.” She murmured under her breath. Talia walks away from the mist and the clouds and wants to go back to the ship. She thinks of the ship and it appears. “Now we are getting somewhere. So if I just think of going home. Maybe I will be home and get away from all this weirdness.” She told herself while walking to the ship. The ship is in Talia's mist of vision. She looks around for the other crew members but only sees the ship. The air is slow and very lethargic. She remembers a time with her Mother that she had. “Talia, Dear did you forget your manners today? I thought that I was suppose to tell you to have a good day today Talia. Talia are you even listening to me Talia? Why dont you ever listen to me Talia? Its for your own good. Let me help you with that Talia. She said to her while cooking something at home. Talia is at her home and she does not understand what her Mom is doing. Talia looks up at her mom and says. “Aw Mom, not now I wanna play with the Voose and be the Captain of the ship and play pirates. And junk Mom! Im gonna be on the clipper one day see and then take on Black Chin. Yeah, Mom I will!! Talia said with great enthusiasm.