KRAKATOA || The Beast Of Nyoka

[Heart of Darkness]

[glow=red,6,0] KRAKATOA [/glow] "A brave heart and a courteous tongue.
They shall carry thee far through the jungle, manling."

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I am Krakatoa.
Once a hired Askari to the explorer Shaba,
serving as guide and translator during his last expedition,
there when he took his last breath.

I am Krakatoa.
I have been to the ancient city.
I have survived the depths of the jungle.
I have sworn to find the Eye of Nyoka.

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The fourth galley would not be saved. The Beast knew this by glancing down river to where a swarm of canoes had cut off the lagging vessel from the rest of the flottilla. Painted men of Ukungu were hurling themselves from their canoes to scurry aboard like insects and the defending Askari would soon be overwhelmed.

Krakatoa shrugged and with a smooth windmill chop of his panga he cut down into the side of the galley severing the hold of the scrambling jungle man. The thunk of wood, bone and sinew was delicious and the invading man splashed back into the clear waters of the Ua River. A punting smack of the panga sent the man's hand to splash into the water just ihn afterwards. The Beast figured all parts and peices should share the same fate.

Blood would draw the tharlarion and if not those vicious man-eaters then the tiny voracious bints. The river's own clean up crew. Shaba's lead galley was threatened by only a few canoes and Krakatoa and his men had easily dispatched them all. Now, their bodies floated down stream, the bright war plumage and body paint garishly marking them in the water as they bobbed.

Shaba suddenly appeared at the side of the Beast, blubbering as usual. "Something should be done to save them. We must turn back!"

Krakatoa only shook his head as he watched the massacre. The men of the Jungle tribes took their fury out in gruesome ways.

"It is too late for them, but not for us. Time is not on our side, Scribe. We must stay ahead of the message of the war drums."[/b]

He turned and slapped the flat of the bloody panga to the bulwark of the galley, howling at the men that pulled the oars.

"Double time if you wish to live!"[/b]

Quote: Rudyard Kipling, The Jungle Book

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