"There there, good boy."

  After the footsteps stopped in front of Masa Ed, following a deep voice in a strange language that he could somehow understand, he felt a continuous thin stream of liquid hit the back of his head and back like he is being pissed on.

  'What?'

  As the liquid trickled down his face, he nearly choked and barfed from its nauseating smell that instantly made him nauseous. However, he managed to keep everything in; he refused to let the obnoxious smell of the liquid make him disobey the instructions of the white pen, so he kept his mouth tightly shut, refusing to let out anything from the pit of his churning and upset stomach, even the saliva that has built up in his tract and mouth.

  "Let's go Sippy. Let's leave him; he has suffered enough for his crimes."

  'What crime?'

  Masa Ed was left confused by what the voice said before it retreated. Before he could start processing the strange occurrence that just happened, he picked up another sets of footsteps approaching him, which soon stopped near him.

  "If its not the young chief. You look so miserable?"

  "The former young chief, Serasha. He has been banished. Young lord # is our new young chief."

  "Tch. It took them to long to banish a fraud and a mass murderer."

  "Let's go. He won't make it to the shore. Young lord # followers are on the ship. Let's go and inform them."

  "Okay, but first."

  Following the last voice, Masa Ed felt a thick spit landed on the back of his nape, tricking down and surprising him.

  'Funny.' He chuckled inwardly.

  As the sets of steps belonging to whoever are in front of him that he couldn't sense their presence, retreat, Masa Ed felt more steps echoed around him on the ship deck, making him feel like he is at the center of some kind of market where people are going to and fro, minding their business.

  'What's actually going on?'

  Masa Ed wondered. He couldn't be more confused about this new strange happening of footsteps nearing him but without a presence, and then voices and things hitting him strangely manifesting like from thin air.

  'Who are this people? Should I open my eyes? No... The ship is yet to stop. But what's really going on? Am I on a ghost ship? Maybe I am dead and I am in hell...'

  Yet again, interrupting his muse, he heard a rapid footsteps he judge to belong to one person come closer to him.

  "Ayo. Ayo."

  This time, following a sweet feminine voice targeted at him, he felt someone first rolled him face up on the deck before lifting him up slowly into a sitting position, which made him swallow all the saliva accumulated in his mouth. Then, moving on, he felt the person sit close to his left side like they are supporting him from falling backwards, which really helped because there is no way he can support his weight amidst the pain that lingers on him, especially the broken bones of his body that screams for attention and are out of commission.

  "Ayo, Ayo, I brought nuts. Open your mouth."

  'Who is this woman.'

  Masa Ed judge the person to be a woman because in addition to her sweet feminine voice and alluring feminine scent, he could clearly feel the larger part of her very soft chubby body supporting him is a huge mass of flesh that belongs only to the female kind. And instead of responding to her, he ignored her; he dare not open his mouth. So, he also turn his face away from her, thinking she might do something like forcing his mouth open.

  "Ayo, please eat something. You have not eaten anything for a month."

  As the woman who seems to be crying as she speaks enchantingly finish her words, Masa Ed felt like all the content of his stomach, including the gallon of saliva he swallowed just a moment ago disappear strangely, making his stomach rumble for a refill.

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  'This woman.. she was probably sent by them. She must be trying to tempt me to either open my eyes and take a look at her voluptuous body, or make me open my mouth for nuts that is an obvious lie.'

  "Ayo, your body is getting weaker. Eat this little nuts I was able to salvage. When we reach a lost land, I will take you to a herbalist to look at your body."

  'What lost land? What herbalist.'

  Masa Ed tried to rationalize the extremely feminine woman's words spoken like a bewitching spell. As far as he can remember, he has never heard of a place called lost land and probably many places at that. And as for herbalist, the ones he knows are limited to his home nation and some others surrounding it—an uncommon word rarely used where he has been living for some time now.

  'Am I probably returning home after I went crazy? But who is this woman? She seems strangely familiar and...'

  "Ayo, do you reckon Seba will be fine? She has not learned of what happened yet. Maybe we should have waited for her to return before we left? I heard the elders say we have seven days to leave the land, today is the second day, should we have waited few more days? Hmm?"

  The woman seeming to be in her own bubble nudged Masa Ed left arm a little, using the softest and largest part of her body that comes in a pair and that also felt heavenly and soothing to Masa Ed who can clearly feel them supporting him from his left side.

  'What does this woman eat? She is way too big. Fuck!'

  Masa Ed quickly remembered his situation he seems to be forgetting little by little due to the woman's comforting presence as he almost open his eyes to take a look at her because he finds her fascinating, especially her exceptionally massive cushioning body part that supports him and wraps his left arm totally, strangely bringing him pleasure and relief he might welcome because it makes him forget his pains and misery, and he might also not welcome because it can easily make him drop his guard. He thinks its a temptation targeted at him by those behind the shadow directing everything. So, making his decision, he chose to ignore both her alluring voice and tempting feel that is slowly easing his pain, even making him feel a certain kind of pleasure.

  'Do all you want.' He chuckled inwardly.

  "Ayo. You know I dreamt we will be okay. In my dream I saw you look look like a white torch and I was standing in a temple on a mountain cheering you on as you your flame burn down the bad guys. They were like people, but they were pitch black and faceless, they were just like those things # always carve when # is bored."

  "Ayo. Take this nuts, it will help revitalize your body. I don't want you to leave us."

  'She is still at it.'

  Like earlier Masa Ed rejected the woman's gesture of feeding him nuts; he shut his mouth tighter and turn his face to his right, trying to get his mouth away from her reach.

  "Ayo. Don't you like the nuts? I thought they were your favorite."

  "My Ayo, you have not open your mouth and eyes since that time. Is something I should worry about happening to you. Hmm? my Ayo."

  As Masa Ed felt the warm and gentle embrace of the woman who seems to be sobbing as she speaks endearingly engulf him from behind, a feeling of nostalgia mixed with guilt and affection overwhelmed him. And tugging his heart further, his subconscious whispered to him, *not giving the woman the response she requested this second time will be the most unforgivable thing you will ever do, you bastard*. However, despite, her genuine tenderness and overflowing warmth, Masa Ed's stubborn will remained unshaken; he will neither open his eyes or mouth, for he has concluded its a trap meant to make him disobey the instructions the white pen wrote for him to follow. And a moment later, he felt the woman withdraw her embrace he finds pleasurable and intoxicating as she drags him gently on the deck of the ship untill he felt his back rest on a smooth surface that support it.

  "Ayo, wait here. I won't be gone for long."

  After the woman's last words and a kiss he felt on his head, Masa Ed felt her footsteps slowly fade into the distance amidst many others that have been around but he hasn't been paying attention to.

  As he prays in his mind that the woman should never return because he thinks he might not be able to resist her temptations—hold his emotions—anymore if she were to continue from where she left off, he heard several footsteps like that of militants approach him.

  'What's it, this time?'

  As he wondered what the next act is, the orderly footsteps reached very close to him like it surround him, and all stop simultaneously like they were practiced.

  'What do they want?'

  "Mass Murderer. My master want that egg in your hold, hand it over."

  Like they answered his inner thought, he heard who might be in the lead bark an instruction at him, stunning and surprising him.

  'What egg are they talking about? The lantern?' He mused internally.

  "Can't you hear me. Young lord # wants your egg. Its on his ship you are sailing."

  Yet again, he was barked at, but before he could respond, he felt a sharp stabbing pain on his right shoulder like he was stabbed by a spear, making him feel like crying out, but he held it in, choosing not to disobey the instructions.

  "Are his ears not working? Somebody?"

  Following the voice, Masa Ed felt a sharp stinging pain on his left ear he is sure has been caught off, followed by another sharp stabbing pain on his left ankle.

  "Fuck it all!!!"

  Greatly enraged and opening his eyes as he yelled at the top of his lungs, he threw the lantern in his hold at the army of identical strange pitch black beings in front of him who look like featureless humans cloaked in black smoke. And in the next instant, he had to quickly grab his head as he felt a pricking pain like many needles stabbing his brain. And as he heard more of the evil laughter of the strange beings, the pricking pain in his mind intensify many times, reaching an ineffable level, and despite his vow to hold in his throes, he couldn't help but scream out and scramble around like a fish out of water.

  "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.."

  "Ayo!!!"

  As he strangely heard the tender woman painful cry coming from afar, he felt a drowning feeling like he is sinking to the bottom of the deep waters.