pangaia
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Kneel there among the gnarled wood, damp and scented of lands faraway.
This ship did once transplant both spices and slaves of appearance not quite so fair.
The inviting scent of Cinnamon from the coats of Africa mixed with the scent of blood and sweat there among the planks.
And so with a bellow, the Lord and Master beckoned the slaves to kneel.. With a yank, the sound of metal clapping to metal could be heard as the First mate tugged at the chain which wove between them, binding them together.
In silence he stood watching as the Lord spun on his heels to face the dark corner of the Captain's quarters.
The slight spark was quick to light his pipe, a puff or two and then the strange scent of it's smoke filled the air.
"Fetch The Zucchini Master" his voice seemed to crawl from the dark shadowy corners of the room creeping up to the ears of the slaves. Each one in turn heard the words in their own language, Japanese, Dutch, English, even Berber. Each one thinking that Lord and Master was of their race, his face hidden in the shadows.
"At Once Cap'n" did the First mate reply. One of the slaves turned her head to see only the door swinging shut and feel the spray of the salty ocean air, for he was gone before even the fullness of his reply had hit her ears.
She wondered what manner of demons be the men aboard this vessel, each of their movements so deliberate, so fast, like the "Brujos" of her native land. Where were they taking her and her sister slaves, to hell itself? Her mind began to race and imagine untold things when the sound of that VOICE again whipped her to attention.
"Ojos Acqui!" And then an echo in a language she barely knew except for her brief years at school "Eyesssss Hereeeeeeee.. hereee heree" Like a whisper that snaked around the room, at one with the smoke, on the backs of the mice perhaps, climbing the walls like the fear that climbed her skin at the sound of such unnatural whispers, words that were alive.
She could see him clearly now, he had turned back to face her and her sister slaves, his eyes almost red, their hazel tinged with blood it seemed, his skin an almond of a race she could not place. His lips full like the afircans but features sharp like a European.. What was he? Now she was almost certain he was no mortal man.. What were his kin?
"The Zucchini Master has arrived, it is HE that will teach you to master the entrances to you warm and beautiful flesh" The words were in that other language again "Ingles" and yet.. now she seemed to understand them. She glanced over at the other girls and they too seemded to know of which he spoke.
What manner of man coudl pour the knowledge of a new language in their heads from merely puffs of his pipe?
"Look now and see the man that will crash your ignorance upon the rocks and show you how to MASTER your own SUBMISSION! Look now on the Zucchini Master"
She turned to see the small asian man come in. His eyes squinted and steely, he seemed so old and innocent, his smile wide and beaming. Yet his motions were so fast, so primal.. so Feral.. like those of a Jaguar from her lands. With a wave of a hand across the table he laid out in front of them, there appeared several green vegetables.
She did not recognize them. They seemd so ALIVE. As if they had beatign hearts beneath them, their texture dark green and mottled, and yet they seemed TOUGH like tree bark. They had grooves in them and they ranged in sizes from slightly thicker than a finger to as thick as her arm.
Her brow scrunched in puzzlement.. and then one word from the wizened man "Zu Chi Ni"
It was ominous.. Serious.. And behind his smile she saw now a ruthlessness and a coldness that sent shivers up her spine.
He reached his hand around in the dark, to a pocket of shadow that seemed to hide a birdcage or coat rack covered in cloth. He withdrew the cloth and to her surprise, the slave saw a Human girl, beautiful and shackled, silent and still, eyes cast DOWN.
And suddenly... he stared RIGHT at HER.. "Inez" Watch MASTERY of SUBMISSION
and the Zucchini Master took the silent girl by one hand and the LARGEST Zucchini in his other hand. Suddenly and swiftly, he slid it straight down the slaves throat, Inez could hardly believe her eyes or figure out how that huge object slid in and out with such ease.. no gagging.. no blood.. All in one motion..
NOW YOU.. And as his hand reached for her arm she felt the room spinning..
< Message edited by pangaia -- 8/21/2005 9:55:30 PM >
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RE: poem starter. I start a word and people can ad on~ - 
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