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The messenger had delivered the Knight’s token of love to Anabel. Once the evening meal was finished, her guardian informed Anabel of the delivery earlier that day. Anabel squealed with glee at the little pink box with the dark pink bow. Carefully unwrapping the tiny package revealed a beautiful silver box. Its contents were an actinia and a pair of lovely emerald earrings. After reading the Knight’s note, however, her smile faded just a little and the actinia’s sea echoes held sadness and an apprehensive tone. She used a small mirror obelisk on her dressing table to try on his mother’s glinting earrings and gasped at the eternal light emanating from them. She ran immediately to her golden chest and took out her father’s sparkling watch. She lost no time in calling for the messenger to deliver the watch to the Knight that very night. Search all night if need be, but the Knight must know her feelings mirrored his. The next morning, as the time clock woefully tolled, the sun’s wings flared out over the sea like a monster of the dawn and she knew her wait would be long and lonely. She prayed he would find peace and order and that a divine path seeker would shine its astral lamp to guide him back home to her safe and sound. She would pray every day for such astral protection.
What started out as a fair wind, turned into an eastern wind that was promising to morph into a thunderous blow. The ship was a fine one, built to handle the perilous sea. The bow figurine was a massive wooden mermaid, painted with berries from the mistletoe branch, crushed ruby coral and crushed moonstone and mounted to the cutwater of the ship. It had replaced the dragon head for purely aesthetic reasons. The ship’s compass was beautiful with a hand-inlaid wind rose and a golden eight-pointed star with a wind chart having tick points at all eight winds directions. The flag showed the colors of the knight’s banner with the symbol of the abyss as a sign of respect to the sea.
Just then a deafening thunder blast sounded from the port side. There was no lightning bolt accompanying the roar, but the Knight felt for the thunderstorm talisman that Arabella, the witch, had given him. Then he realized the sound wasn’t a heavenly rumble at all but came from a ship that was approaching. The cannonball had ripped a hole below decks and created a scorching fire like a fire spring rising from the depths. The smoke was so intense that he had to blink away a smoke tear. He needed to loosen the hoist and pulley of the mast to free it, but the rope was a flame loop from top to bottom. Salvaging it was useless. Just then, another fire ball erupted from somewhere on the ship. There was flying boat debris everywhere. Wanting to get a closer look he picked up the spyglass.
The pirate ship was flying the pirate standard (the jolly roger) of the infamous flying dutchman and it looked like a furnace of war, with its cannons belching smoke and sparks. It was quickly closing the gap between the two ships. Obviously, the blood greed of the bloodsucker pirates was pulsating at fever pitch and they were hoping to add to their pirate loot. The Knight knew the pirate code was not an encrypted page, but rather blatant in their criminal intent to sink any ship into the silence of abyss. He saw an eye of hatred, a murderer’s eye, looking back at him from a pirate with an eye patch and butcher’s hook in place of a hand.
His ship needed to be held steady to have a chance so he ran to the chained chest which held the golden anchor. But the clinging anchor, with links of steel, wouldn’t release. Somehow the linking part had a knot, and the adamant nail became a melting pin under the intense heat. Using a lion’s strength and the butt of his gun, the only tool he had at hand, was useless as a chain breaker.
The pirate ship was looming ever closer; their battle horn bellowed the call of triumph and their scraping bows made a great and terrible sound. He turned to see the helm morph into a fiery wheel; soon the entire ship would go up in flames. He struggled to remove his armor, which had turned into a cuirass of flame. Finally able to weaken the scarlet seal holding the front and back pieces, he broke its hold. He saw a leather bag, the boatswain’s bag, and secured his gun and knife in it. He pulled the straps over his head and jumped into the boiling power of the sea. The sea had turned into liquid fire and he had to dive deep to avoid the fiery furnace. Eventually, he grabbed hold of a floating barrel and a wind’s wave took him far enough away that he was safe. He looked back in time to see what looked like a sinking flaming dragon framed by a bloodred moon. The bitter loss he felt was excruciating…the loss of his men, his ship, Anabel and maybe even his life itself.
He came upon a small overturned boat and traded it for the unsteady barrel. The winds blew the sea into a whirlpool crystal at times and he lost all sense of direction. Time was blurred by the never-ending succession of the burning sun and the orb of moonlight. Sometimes straining to see in the glowing darkness, sometimes aided by the northern lights, he watched as the moon bloom turned the sea a milky opal color. A shark fin gliding above the water unnerved him and avoiding coral giants strained his already depressed energy. His energy storage was dangerously low and the whole ordeal turned into a strength test. After what seemed an eternity, his feet began dragging and he knew he had reached the shallow waters of shoreline and his heart lifted a bit.
Crawling from the water was no easy task. He was cold, hungry and thirsty. Finally reaching the hot dry sand, he relaxed for a moment and let the heat sink into his weary bones, warming his cold blood. Silently, he gave thanks to the lord of water for sparing his life or could it have been the mythical explorer beneath the depths who saved him? Was the vision of a sea trident just an illusion? Either way, his salvation doused the rumored ancient aquatic curse. Reaching for the bag still clinging around his neck, he removed a navigator (a small hand-held compass), a flask of fallen warrior (which had become nothing more than a salt water amulet), a tiny fire scepter along with his gun and knife. The black powder needed for the gun was long lost to the sea, rendering the gun useless. He leaned back, felt for the chain that held Anabel’s watch and let his mind wander to her emerald green eyes and thick black hair. The fingers of unconsciousness mercifully wrapped around him and he willingly surrendered.
He was one bloody knight indeed, with a black eye and bloody tooth. There was blood oozing from a cut on his leg probably from dragging it over a jagged shell or shark’s tooth in the sand. All in all, though, he was in good shape. An exploration of the dense forest beyond the beach brought him face to face with an overgrown pond and crocodile bush, thankfully empty. Exotic plants, like the carnivorous lily and venus hand trap were abundant. So treading carefully was the word of the day. In the clear crystal of twilight night sky, he could see the constellation celestial hunter. Sometimes, by the heart of the moonlight, a wayward star, a celestial wanderer, would fascinate him and he would ponder the star’s journey.
For a brief moment, he vowed bloody revenge, but his faded soul knew the scales of justice were out of balance. Anabel…..
Anabel’s face had become even more delicate and much paler, resembling an ashen lily. She wore an agony stone around her wrist, tied with the ribbon from the Knight’s gift. The tied ribbon represented their binding fate and she rubbed the stone endlessly, hoping it would absorb all her pain but her chest still felt home to a stone heart. Her guardian was keeping ever close supervision over her for fear she had made a death pack pining over the Iron Knight. But no amount of chastening power from the elder could lessen her despair. Every day she would write him, kiss his name (her seal of prayer), summon the messenger, beg him to use mail wings and fly her entreaties of love to his home. Why was there no accurate sign of him? She flung open the seal of the guardian on the chest that still held the gift he sent her and listened to the sound of the sea. She read an old venetian saga of a hero who, lost during a lunar eclipse, was suddenly shown the way home when a single drop of the sun’s tear collided with a star beam and created the star of renovation. To her, it was a baton of swiftness for his return, and the mental wings of her mind worked feverishly to get him to see it.
The Iron Knight realized his visits to Arabella weren’t in vain, he recognized the poisonous desert stinger and, in particular, the female of the species who had a potent poisonous stinger that was most certainly a death bearer. He also recognized a basilisk’s scale from the king of snakes, a mighty serpent, who had a killing glare and poisonous breath. And, thanks to the witch, he could avoid one poisonous flower after another.
After about the fourth day, he came upon an abandoned expedition camp. Not much was left except tattered remnants of a tent, an old ship’s lantern with no fuel and what looked like a stone well. The well was nothing more than a stone bowl into which was carved an amber pattern with a stone gargoyle holding a stone flower. Certainly no bowl of secret power, it was bone dry. There was a sunken chest that had been used to catch food from the sea, but all that remained was a holey fishing net. A hunting trap could be salvaged using the riveted disk from the closure on his bag and a vine hanging nearby. He placed the trap near a thicket of early leaves, hoping the tender morsels would attract some much needed meat. He used his blade to cut tropical palm fronds, some he used for bedding; one tied to the outside to catch rainwater, his first source of fresh water. A discarded coconut was used as a master flask, his very own flask of miracles.
During the night a soft rain fell, filling his master flask. He heard what sounded like a sea howl and a chain of fear made its way up his spine. He thought he saw something; a raven’s eye, hyena eye or wolf scowl? Finally, exhaustion won out and he fell into a fitful sleep. When he awoke, he found a wild boar, a spirit animal, caught in his trap. Finally, he would have meat to eat and the taste of prey was indeed welcome. It was the natural selection of life and he felt an instant energy boost. With water and protein, his mind experienced a capsule of rationality. Once the skin of wild boar was dried out, it would be a very warm covering. As a winner’s reward, he tied the boar’s fang with some reeds and wore it as an amulet of challenge. In the stone light of the day, he found a hyena’s chain with a hyena’s craft on the end, affirming the eye he had seen during the night.
His flask filled with fresh rainwater and his bag filled with boar meat, he set out to find a way off the island. By noon, the sun resembled a magma sphere and he desperately needed shade. The natural harmony in the nature sounds represented a symbol of balance of the nature spirit that enveloped his bleak shard of soul. Just then, something tall in the distance, beaming like star shine, caught his eye. Finally he got close enough to recognize the structure as a lighthouse.
The entry door had a bas-relief overhead containing a mystic symbol. The room had some kind of illuminating device, a living crystal giving off a misty radiance that gave an eerie night shadow glow to the room. It pulsated with eternal movement and resembled an ever awake eye watching over everything. To his right was the lighthouse keeper’s desk and right in front the telescope, whose shining lens had long since turned milky.
Just as he reached for the manipulator to adjust the telescope, he felt a pin prick in his neck and darkness overcame him. A deadly swish dart had found its target. A glimpse through a murky eye from the fog running in his head yielded a punishing hand wielding a bone whip. They reached a statue in the thicket, next to an overgrown column, and his captor, who he presumed to be a thicket guard, or thicket keeper, locked him in a rusty cage. There was a bird bowl and bird scales…was this a bird cage? A huge binding egg had been tossed in the corner. There appeared to be the remains of three prisoners scattered about the cage and the Knight could make out one other caged skeleton and one skeleton in shackles. This was his memento mori moment, when he wondered about the eternity flow of life and death, when a word of darkness or word of despair was all that ruled him.
It grew unbearably hot; each bead of sweat fell like a lava drop. Night was shivering cold and he had a winter dream where a winter idol, an ice monster with an ice beak, was pecking at him until his frozen body burst into a million pinpoints of light, like a star ribbon.
His sleepless captivity was torture and he was sure some faceless observer lurked about in the darkness. The guard neared the cage; he had one big eye and one dwarf eye and carried a berserk’s ax and a sinister staff topped with a predator head. Ancient thread of lore spoke of a twilight guide, a nocturnal blood seeker, a warlock. Was he about to become a symbol of sacrifice for some warlock’s ritual?