Post by salty on Jul 1, 2005 19:10:23 GMT -5
::Something woke Salty. His hand moved and felt the rump of his kajira, she was asleep. His ears heard only the groan of the oars rubbing against the sides of the vessel, an occasional splash..a crabbed oar, a fish jumping? Then it came, a throbbing in the air, resonating through the wood of the vessel, moving into his body and even his teeth.
He looked again at tara, still fast asleep. They were sleeping on deck at the base of the mast under a piece of canvas and he slipped out from under it, loosened his blades in their sheaths and began to quietly walk around the vessel. He stayed in the shadows, keeping out of the way of those working the vessel, but listening to the pirate and the woman, who he had briefly met in the house before the attack, but who was she?
It had been a hard march in the swamp, but they had found the man for whom they had been sent and brought him back to the vessel. He had been taken below by the pirate and Arculieus and seen no more by Salty.
He had learned that the throbbing was the noise of the drums of the native people...quite different from the drums of his people which were used for parades and celebrations....these jungle drums went right into a man's body. He made himself comfortable and resigned himself to a warrior's most time consuming part of his life................waiting.::