>_< 0_0 Posted June 17, 2020 Share Posted June 17, 2020 Hey, I'm on a role! Some guys have given me some really good ideas for stories recently, and I'm alternating between writing those and the Thin College stuff. This is gonna be a short story about another mother/daughter duo, but this one's got a real twist! 😵 They're on an expedition to study a mysterious tribe beyond the edge of civilization, with the intent of understanding humanity in its natural state. But little do they know what surprises the tribes customs and rituals have in store for their figures! 😂 By the way, did you know that there are whole areas out there which still haven't been touched by civilization? This story takes place in such a place: Black Sentinel Island, a real place with a real uncontacted tribe. Who knows what the tribe is really like? It's not far-fetched that they could be FA's like us -- we have plenty of cultures like that all over the world! Sudan and Mauretania have such peoples. I know the island can't be quite as crazy as what's going to be in this story, but my imagination is going WILD CRAZY. Also, I'll post another free chapter of this one. Got to get some good stuff stuffed into here. Chapter One Words can’t even begin to describe what I feel about my Mother, but I’ll try. I love her, I’ll literally travel the world with her, but… I can’t even with her sometimes. She’s so smart… but she’s so… freaking dumb. I can’t even look at her right now… so the porthole would have to do. The ocean sprawled wide as the horizon in all directions, a deeper hue of blue than the clear sky above it. Only the wrinkled waves broke the monotony, so I suppose that was a good thing, except they were making our yacht rock like a cradle. “Chelsea,” my Mom’s tone was firm and condescending. Was she speaking to me as a mother to her child or as a professor to her slightly-useless intern? After three days of international travel, I couldn’t tell anymore. “Chelsea,” she tried again. “Look at me when I’m talking to you. This is important.” “I’m sorry,” I huffed. “This headache just won’t stop –” “Then how about you look away from the window? You’re making yourself sick.” “It never stops,” I moaned. “The rocking never stops.” “Just look at me.” Rolling my eyes, I peeled myself away from the porthole and turned in my seat to face my mother across the table from me. My Mom – or “Professor Val Ramos” – sat hunched over the table with her dainty hands folded in front of her. Her green eyes stared at me from below perfectly-curved eyelash extensions. “I need you to pay close attention to me,” she told me for the second time. Her full lips and bronzed skin shone against the light from the roof. “We’re not far from our destination, and we need to cover protocol again.” “Same as always, right?” I sighed, trying to keep my stomach calm by resting my palm over my bare midriff. My fingers toyed with the bejewelled piercing in my belly button, its surface gleaming lustrously white. “Uncontacted tribe in the middle of nowhere? No sudden moves?” “Chelsea, this is serious. We are on the cusp of the greatest first contact in modern history. The island is inhabited by a tribe that hasn’t been contacted –” “In 60,000 years?” I finished her sentence. “Yeah, I know alright?” “Because they’ve attacked everyone and everything that gets close,” Mom stressed. “This is serious, Chelsea. Well? I don’t see your notepad.” Sighing again, I pulled my notepad from my pocket and readied my pen. The damn thing was already half-filled with my frustrated chicken scratches, but was it ever enough? No… “So,” Mom swished a stray lock of blonde-brunette hair from her shoulder. “From the beginning. We are going to Black Sentinel Island, a tiny speck of green on the west side of the Andaman Islands.” “Off the coast of Myanmar,” I added while jotting more chicken-scratches. “And owned by India. Got it.” “Just be quiet and listen,” she pointed at me, her purple-manicured fingernail quivering. “The inhabitants are thought to be direct ancestors to the first humans to venture out of Africa roughly 60,000 years ago.” “Mm-hm…” “And…” her green eyes flared. “As everyone knows, they are hostile. Now write this down because it’s important…” she waited for me to look at her before continuing. “Few have dared approach Black Sentinel. Those who have are brutally attacked, even killed. The Sentinelese are armed with hunting bows and fishing spears, and can hit a moving helicopter with ease. That’s why the Indian government has forbade any and all attempts to contact the Sentinelese. “So,” Mom leaned back and rested herself against the bulkhead. “I suppose you’re wondering why we are going, then?” Was I supposed to speak? She’d asked a question, so she’d probably be mad if I didn’t answer, but she told me not to do that… fuck it. “You got me there, Mom. Why are we defying international law?” “Because,” she leaned closer, fingertips spidering over the table. “The Sentinelese are the most direct descendants to our prehistoric ancestors! Nowhere else in the world is there such a tribe! Isolated, untouched by modern society and patriarchal dominance! We have the chance to see humankind as it is meant to be – in its natural state. If we can catch just the slightest glimpse of their way of life, the findings will be ground-breaking for the field of social studies! When we rediscover what it means to be human, the possibilities are endless.” “Nobel prize. Got it,” I looked-up from my notes. “Anything else?” “We’re just getting started,” she shifted in her seat, crossing one leg over the other (I felt her foot kick against mine). “Now for the plan for making first contact – keep writing. As you know, we got this yacht from locals on the mainland.” “Raj?” I asked. “Raj Patel?” “Yes, yes. Him and the others piloting the ship. They’re going to sail us to the island and drop anchor just out of range from any hunters. Next, we are going to snorkel our way to the beach.” “As in, you and me? Or do you mean the whole expedition?” “Yes, you and me. Plus, we’re taking Talia with us. As our linguistics expert, she will be in charge of learning the language of the Sentinelese. In addition, Brad is coming.” “Brad?” I sneered. “What good will he do? He’s an intern.” “As are you.” “Yeah, but I’ve got two expeditions on him.” “Which is nothing!” Mom snarled. “You have much to learn, and I don’t want to hear of any more trouble between you two again! Now then, Brad will provide help as I see fit.” As a glorified caddie, more like, I thought to myself as I resisted the urge to snicker. “Four of us will be snorkeling ashore. Moving on: I’m sure you noticed how heavy our supply crates were? It’s because they have our specialized scuba outfits inside, each fitted with custom-fit, aluminium plate armour, reinforced with polyester-synthetic fabric. Their iron-tipped weapons will be harmless to us so long as we keep them on. Do I have to mention that you must make sure to wear your own personal suit?” “Yes.” “No sass!” “I meant no! Gawd.” “Well then… moving-on to what to pack…” Suddenly, the whole boat lurched upwards, leaning askew as Mom braced against the table. I hit my head. “Ow-wuh!” today was just not my day. “Hang on… did we just stop? Ohmigawd, thank you. My poor stomach…” “Raaaaaj!” Mom sprang from the table, striding straight towards the stairwell. “Raj! What has happened?” Still rubbing my head, I glanced out the porthole once more. Strange. The ocean was at an angle now. But we were still in the water? That could only mean one thing. “Raj!” Mom had her leg cocked on the stairwell as she gripped the rails with both arms and craned her neck towards the top deck. “Status report!” “Sandspit!” a heavily-accented Indian voice answered. “What?” “We’ve run aground of a sandspit.” “The fuck is a – damnit all, I’m coming up…” As I watched Mom’s haunches flexing out of sight, I let out a sigh of relief. She was gone. The “brief” was over. She really thought we had to cover the gear list again? I’d written the gear list! And what good had it done? We’d run aground, which meant… oh shit! If the ocean was this shallow, that meant we were close to land, which meant… I rushed the stairs and popped outside like a cork. The humid, tropical weather singed my skin like a sauna, and the wind whipped my brown locks into my eyes. The white sun was so hot that I had to rub my eyes before taking a look at where Mom had convinced me to get stuck next. The first thing I saw was the ocean, an endless expanse of water that was thankfully not making us sway anymore. Then I realized that it didn’t surround us completely anymore: about half the horizon was blocked by a flat stretch of jungle ringed by a tease of white sand and countless rock-tips teasing the ocean’s surface. No wonder we were stuck. It explained why Mom was currently trying to shout the skipper’s face off with the power of her voice. “The island’s right there!” she pointed towards the only spot of land in sight. “Why would you sail so freaking close? They can see us!” As Raj mustered a response that might soothe my mother, I cautiously eased myself into the semicircle of crewmen giving the skipper our unspoken support. I wondered if he knew that he wobbled his head when he talked, and hoped that Mom didn’t think he was being condescending. “Right now is low tide, ma’am,” he stroked his black moustache with one thumb. “We must wait two hours for –” “We have no time!” Mom’s fingers were poised for throat-gripping, but I knew her well. She would vent the power of her wrath through some choice usage of Spanish curses, as always. Perhaps it was good that I was the only one who could understand her as she shook her hands and stomped across the deck. “Chelsea!” she finally switched to English. “Take Brad to the crates and unpack our scuba suits. Check the snorkels. Make sure they got no leaks. I’m going to speak with Talia before we jump ship.” Jump ship? This day just kept getting better, didn’t it? “Fine…” “And Chelsea…” “What?” “When you two get down there, start stripping and get yourselves suited-up as soon as you open the crates.” “… are you serious? You want me to –” “We have no time! We need to get in the water now – before the Sentinelese start storming the beach and wait for us. Well? Go!” Even as Mom turned away from me, she’d raised her hand up and started flicking the buttons free on her polo shirt. Batman76, ulvrik, xXWWhiteXx and 1 other 3 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
superweightgain Posted June 19, 2020 Share Posted June 19, 2020 Heard of this in the news a while ago. They obviously are in temporary isolation. Should the Indian Government need the island, arrows or not, spears or not, they would not last. There was a time when people didn't use to be afraid of everything. Now even with modern weapons and helicopters people are afraid of spears and arrows. Shameful. >_< 0_0 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Batman76 Posted June 19, 2020 Share Posted June 19, 2020 The captured by native tribe and fattened up is a pretty fun idea. Probably preferable to what the last idiot that tried to go to Sentinel "We murder everyone that comes here since that time the British gave our neighbors smallpox" Island. >_< 0_0 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
>_< 0_0 Posted June 19, 2020 Author Share Posted June 19, 2020 16 hours ago, superweightgain said: Heard of this in the news a while ago. They obviously are in temporary isolation. Should the Indian Government need the island, arrows or not, spears or not, they would not last. There was a time when people didn't use to be afraid of everything. Now even with modern weapons and helicopters people are afraid of spears and arrows. Shameful. Actually, we're afraid for them. They have no immunity to any of the diseases we got at all. They're safer on their own. 2 hours ago, Batman76 said: The captured by native tribe and fattened up is a pretty fun idea. Probably preferable to what the last idiot that tried to go to Sentinel "We murder everyone that comes here since that time the British gave our neighbors smallpox" Island. Ah yes. I watched the YouTube documentaries as I was writing this 👌 I get the feeling that Chelsea and Val will be okay because they're hot 🔥 Not that I'll spoil the plot or anything Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
John Smith Posted June 20, 2020 Share Posted June 20, 2020 19 hours ago, superweightgain said: There was a time when people didn't use to be afraid of everything. You've watched too many Saturday morning cartoon, bub. Pop yourself put from whatever hypermasculine fantasy you're reeling in before to ridicule yourself out face to people who know better than you what facing deadly adversity is. Life is not a 1980s action cartoon: humans are animals. Animals experiences fear. Quote Now even with modern weapons and helicopters people are afraid of spears and arrows. Shameful. So easy to bomb your chest oit behind a keyboard, lol. I don't think you're going to show any display of bravery and individualistic heroism if Katniss and Shaka Zulu are tracking your flaccid, couch-bred hind in full familiar territory. On top of that, may I remind you than the Andamanese are in their territorial right to eliminate foreign intruders? People are only coming to their homeland to either exploit them or bother them with useless crap like religions or technology that don't even fit to their livelihood needs and I'm not even speaking about viral infections and lack of immunity. For a people who like crying out the Second Amendment for everything and naught when there has no longer any Apaches to shoot down since a century, I find your personal judgment extremely preposterous. Maxarator 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
>_< 0_0 Posted June 20, 2020 Author Share Posted June 20, 2020 9 hours ago, John Smith said: You've watched too many Saturday morning cartoon, bub. Pop yourself put from whatever hypermasculine fantasy you're reeling in before to ridicule yourself out face to people who know better than you what facing deadly adversity is. Life is not a 1980s action cartoon: humans are animals. Animals experiences fear. So easy to bomb your chest oit behind a keyboard, lol. I don't think you're going to show any display of bravery and individualistic heroism if Katniss and Shaka Zulu are tracking your flaccid, couch-bred hind in full familiar territory. On top of that, may I remind you than the Andamanese are in their territorial right to eliminate foreign intruders? People are only coming to their homeland to either exploit them or bother them with useless crap like religions or technology that don't even fit to their livelihood needs and I'm not even speaking about viral infections and lack of immunity. For a people who like crying out the Second Amendment for everything and naught when there has no longer any Apaches to shoot down since a century, I find your personal judgment extremely preposterous. 69dudebro 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
John Smith Posted June 20, 2020 Share Posted June 20, 2020 5 hours ago, >_< 0_0 said: Grow up, kid. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hoss Delgado Posted June 23, 2020 Share Posted June 23, 2020 Super pumped to read more of this, so far it's checking all of my boxes. Can never go wrong with tribal feasting and fattening sacrifices. >_< 0_0 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
>_< 0_0 Posted June 23, 2020 Author Share Posted June 23, 2020 5 hours ago, Hoss Delgado said: Super pumped to read more of this, so far it's checking all of my boxes. Can never go wrong with tribal feasting and fattening sacrifices. My objective is to surpass ALL such stories! My standard is really high for this one! Hoss Delgado 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
>_< 0_0 Posted July 2, 2020 Author Share Posted July 2, 2020 Here's another free chapter! I wanted to give everyone a taste for what's to come. In the next chapter, I guarantee nothing -- except the girls are going to get BIG haha 🥰 Chapter Two Just my luck, when I reached the makeshift dressing room, Brad was already halfway done dancing. He glanced shyly over his shoulder as I descended the stairs, his black skin bulging with lean muscle and his hands frozen over his fly. I’d interrupted him when he was most vulnerable – not that I cared. “Um,” he angled himself away from me. “Hi Chels.” “My name’s Chelsea, Brad,” I scoffed. “Can you do me a favour and point yourself at the wall while I change?” “Sure, sure,” he sidestepped away from my striding feet as I made a beeline for the nearest crate. “But –” “Just change, already. Also, don’t look away from the wall until I tell you to, alright?” “Got it. But Chelsea –” “Just shut up and be quick, okay? The other girls will be down here soon and this will be easier if you finish suiting-up and leave before that happens. Okay? Okay. No peeking.” He didn’t dare reply back after that, so I supposed that I’d subdued him enough. Was this what Mom felt like when she barked at me? It was honestly exhausting; I’d never want to be this bitchy all day. But hey: desperate times call for desperate measures. As quickly as I could, I stripped myself of my outer layer of clothing and left it in a folded pile in the corner of the room. After all, who knew when I’d be wearing it again? All I had left was my orange, two-piece bikini, which covered just enough so that Mom wouldn’t lecture me about being racy and oversexualized. Honestly, with Brad stumbling in his suit just behind me, all the exposed skin just gave me the shivers. “Chelsea?” “Not now. I’m changing.” “Okay…” Next came the scuba suit. I pulled it from the crate before me, admiring its grey-white patterns. Best of all, the armour plating stitched into its elastic fabric was light as hell, so none of us would have any trouble swimming, even if we carried our gear ashore. Hence, I shrugged to myself and started stuffing my legs in. The suit was looser than I expected, but that was probably because the plating left some breathing room. Also, I’d been doing a keto diet for a whole month, so I was probably a few pounds leaner than when I was measured. My abs were rock hard. Should I take my belly ring off? I guess it was too late now that I was zipping myself-up. The waist fit loosely once it got past my hips. Oh yeah… it was definitely the keto diet… the chest was a little tight, though… “Chelsea!” I turned to see my Mom storming down the stairs, already stripped-down to her white one-piece bikini. As I braced myself for the inevitable tongue-lashing, I reflected that when it came to Mom’s body, she was basically a more mature version of myself. I had a pretty hot bod to look forward to when I got older. “What are you doing?” she glowered, eyelashes fluttering madly. “I just finished dressing-up?” I pulled the zipper to my throat as I tried to shrug the shoulders into place. “Look at the crate you’re in front of – that’s Brad’s suit!” Quickly, I looked down to see Brad’s name written on the crate I’d just opened. “Oh.” “I tried to tell her,” Brad explained, turning from the wall to face my mother (and still wearing only his trousers). “Get yourself out of that.” “But Mom! Brad’s –” “Now!” How could she do this to me? Forcing me to tease down in front of her while Brad watched behind her? “Ugh!” I shrugged free of the suit, letting it slip down my thighs so I could kick it towards Brad. “This is so awkward!” “You’ll need to get used to it,” Mom proceeded to open her own crate, her wrath sated. “This island’s hot; do you expect to be wearing your scuba suit the whole time? Once we gain the natives’ trust, we take the suits back off.” “Here,” Brad handed me my suit, adjusting his swim trunks with one hand to hide a very obnoxious boner. “Thank you,” I said coldly. “So Mom? Why can’t we just pack our clothes?” “Weren’t you listening to the brief? We’re not taking these crates. We’re wearing backpacks with everything we need, and they’re not big enough to hold your laundry. Don’t you remember the Amazon expedition?” “Yeah…” Sighing, I resigned myself to suiting-up once again. This suit was skin tight, and I actually had to focus pulling each leg into position without tripping. Even the waist was a snug fit; maybe the keto diet wasn’t as much of a breakthrough as I thought. Once we got back home, I’d have to make a note to skip breakfasts if I wanted to run any faster in track. Maybe I could run laps on the beach? Only time could tell. Just as I got my arms through the sleeves, Talia came into view, casually walking down the steps wearing… wait a minute was she naked!? No wait, it was just a skin-coloured bikini. “Everything’s ready up-top,” she flicked her bob of brown hair away from her face. “Once your ready, just grab a backpack and backflip over the portside railing. “Got it,” Mom replied calmly as she grabbed her flippers and edged past her. “Thank you for that. I’ll be waiting for you all in the water. We’ve got no time to lose.” Swimming in the ocean was one of my favourite hobbies, but even so, as beautiful as this coral reef around us was, it always creeped me out. If something chases you, you can’t run away underwater. The seabed beneath us was a series of jagged rocks, coated with coral and barnacles, all interspersed with stretches of rocky sand. Lucky for us, of all the hundreds of fish swimming in all directions, none of them were brave enough to swim towards us. All I had to worry about was swimming through the gaps in the rock without letting the waves push me into them. Talia swam in front of me, glutes flexing with every flick of her strong legs as she found the easiest route between the rocks. The waves were getting stronger now; just a few dozen metres more before we broke the surface. She found another gap in the rocks just barely below the waves, the water frothing about it. She waited for a wave to crest over the gap before slipping through, letting her body get pushed by the current. I paused before following suit, enough that Mom and Brad pushed past me, but there was no getting around it – I’d have to muscle through. At last, I grasped either side of the hole and shoved myself in, feeling the edges scrape my thighs. Knock. Knock. The fuck was that!? It sounded like a god-damn knock on wood! What kind of thing made that noise underwater? Knock. Knock. There it was! There was the fucker! A giant fish – as big as a dinner plate – was biting coral with its beak like a troll eating rocks. It had to be a parrot fish. Oh shit, those things were territorial as fuck! It was trying to look at me! Shit, it was only an inch wide? Its eyeballs were sticking-out of its body like – Oh no, oh god, the waves were pushing me! The waves were pushing me into the parrot fish! Panic gripped my soul and I let loose a gurgled scream as I dodged away from the monster fish. My arms flailed almost uselessly as I made for the outline of my partners’ legs. They were already wading ashore. I had to reach them! The parrot fish was behind me – it had to be! At last, I burst free of the sea, gasping and coughing saltwater as everyone gave me weird looks. “Be quiet,” Mom snapped mercilessly. “There was…” I wheezed. “A giant –” “Hush! Look in front of you.” Still coughing the last few drops of saltwater from my throat, I craned my neck up from all-fours and felt my skin riddle with goose-bumps. About a dozen women were staring at us from the beach, and they were all almost completely buck-naked. We’d made contact. It wasn’t the first time I’d met a tribe, so it wasn’t the nudity that surprised me, rather, it was the blackness. These girls were as black as a Hot Topic employee’s clothes. They were so black that the sweat on their skin shone like polished obsidian. Their skin was so black that their curly, black locks looked brown. As for clothes, they had no cloth, but they each held various stone tools and lengths of sticks, with roughly-hewn bands and belts girdled round their hips to hold them with. Some of them wore collections of bracelets and necklaces made of seashells, but not all. “No sudden moves,” Mom stretched an arm past Brad’s torso. “Chelsea, be careful.” “I know.” “Talia?” she continued, ignoring me. “You ready to give their language a go?” “As ready as I’ll ever be,” she shrugged. “Then let’s get started. Everyone walk slow with your hands outstretched. Talia, you go first.” As the rest of us started walking, I eased myself to my feet and brushed some sand off my forearms. “Here goes nothing,” I muttered. “Don’t forget to smile,” Mom added. “I am smiling,” Brad replied. “I wasn’t saying you weren’t but – here they come. Act casual!” The girls were talking to each other in their own tongue – a quick, sing-song chatter that seemed candid and casual to me. So far so good. One of them was quicker than the others, stepping into the ocean and striding towards us with a blinding-white smile, arms reaching out… …straight into Brad’s unsuspecting arms. As I watched, his face scrunched nervously before giving way to an awkward smile. It was then that I realized that he was the only man between the both of us. “Figures,” I muttered to myself. “They seem to like you,” Talia said as her prospective audience gathered around the intern. “Perhaps,” Mom held her chin thoughtfully. “It is because out of all of us he’s the one who looks the most like them?” “Because he’s black?” I quipped. “Of course,” Mom said casually. “Well, they haven’t tried to shoot us,” Talia rubbed the ball of her foot into the sand dejectedly. “That’s what matters most.” “Let’s play this out,” Mom nodded as the natives stroked Brad’s scuba suit. “They’ll probably take us inland sooner or later, so go ahead and pull your fins off. Brad… be yourself.” Brad just stood there, blushing stupidly. It wasn’t long before we were guided into the jungle. We walked in single-file, with each of us separated from each other by a naked native. The girl in front of me was surprisingly tall and healthy for someone who grew-up in the wilderness. Having met two other tribes before, I was used to being a head taller than everyone around me, the natives’ growth stunted by sporadic periods of malnutrition and famine. But this tribe was different. These girls were big – not fat, of course – but very healthy. Come to think of it, their teeth were as clean as mine ever were. All in all, not bad for an island tribe. “Be sure not to raise your voice,” Mom hissed at me from behind my back. “For sure,” I shrugged as I stepped over a fallen log. “This is serious Chelsea,” she insisted. “Remember, this is an uncontacted tribe. They’ve never met foreigners, seen our clothes, or heard our language. For all they know, we’re aliens. That’s why we need to act as casual and calm as possible.” “Got it,” I rolled my eyes as I leaned slightly sideways to peer past the native woman’s hips. “Talia? Can you hear me?” “Yeah,” she replied from just out of sight. “How’s the translating coming?” “It’s coming,” she said as the women around her giggled. “Once we stop, I’m going to learn how to count by using fingers. Should be easy enough.” A sudden pang of fear overcame me at the stray thought that materialized in my mind. “Um… Talia? Where’s Brad?” “Brad? Huh… he was walking ahead of us with the girls a moment ago…” “Mom?” I felt my skin chill. “Mom, the intern’s missing –” “I told you, Chelsea. Be quiet!” “But –” “Shush! We can’t afford to panic right now. There’s too much at stake.” “But what if… what if they’re going to eat him? What if they’re going to eat us?” “You’ve got to hold faith in him. As long as he keeps wearing his armoured scuba gear, he’ll be fine.” I shut up after that, more because I was lost in my own thoughts than because my Mom said anything useful. Brad was definitely gone, along with three or four tribal girls. Obviously, they’d separated him from us – but why? I’d met people who believed cannibalism was a myth, but if anyone knew better, it was me. I’d travelled the world with my mother, professionally and otherwise, and I’d witnessed cultures so isolated and obscure that not even National Geographic would visit them. There were still cultures in the deepest jungles of the Congo who ate human organs to gain superpowers. Sometimes they only ate the deceased; sometimes… they didn’t. Fuck it, I didn’t care what happened to this expedition! I was going to find Brad whether it Mom liked it or not, and if that ditsy idiot needed saving, well, so much the better. Not that I had feelings for him… I was just a good person. Deep within the island jungle, shielded from the sky by a shimmering canopy of thick leaves, was a little circle of six huts. As good as tribal villages go, I was really impressed with how well-constructed the structures were, for considering that there were no precious metals on the island to make tools with, the locals had been able to make pretty big dwellings with a mixture of dried mud, palm tree thatchery, and deadwood. Wooden racks and hangers were everywhere, overladen with a surprising bounty of skinned fish, fried clams, steamed crabs and lobsters, and even a few birds and vermin I didn’t recognize. Intricate baskets were everywhere, exotic fruits of all colours stacked high within them. It was everything a pre-civilized society could ever dream of. Our new friends guided us into the midst of the little village, towards a smouldering campfire. I did a double-take of it, for I wondered if we’d be cooked alive. The campfire was far wider than I first thought – nearly two metres wide – wide enough to accommodate a husk of human-sized meat. Smoke trailed from piles of heated, white ash like a dormant volcano. From the size of the ash pile, I could tell that it had been burning for weeks – months even. Did they ever put the fire out? Come to think of it, did the locals know how to start a fire? If they did, wouldn’t there be a lot less trees on this little island? Perhaps, I thought to myself as we gathered around it, they merely used the flames from lightning strikes and kept the embers burning until monsoons snuffed them out. That would explain why the campfire looked so well-put together. It was surrounded by a raised double-row of smooth rocks, arranged in a perfect circle. The rest of the inhabitants began exiting their huts and pausing their various projects and errands. They were about three dozen in number, all of varying size and age, and all of them were staring at us like we were zoo animals, chattering happily amongst one another. Oh gawd, I really hoped they didn’t try to cook us. “Truly remarkable,” my Mother grinned as she looked each local in the eye. “No culture is like another. This is going to be a very productive trip.” “Any idea where they took Brad?” I asked, nervously leaning closer to the pile of ash and giving it a curious sniff. “We haven’t seen him in – hang on. You seeing what I’m seeing? Where’s the dudes?” “What was that, Chelsea?” Mom asked, distracted by a crowd of girls fawning over her skin-tight suit. “The dudes. Where’s all the men? All these people are girls.” “Fascinating,” Mom rambled as she held her arm out to let her adoring fans to stroke it. “It’s possible that they are all out hunting and fishing – but that would not explain why the young boys are absent as well, would it? It’s clear then: this is a woman’s village.” “A what?” “They have segregated themselves by gender.” “Like the ancient Arabs?” I remarked with distaste. “I think so, except instead of separate tents, these people have separated themselves even further – even more than the Spartans, even.” “Lovely.” “You should be happy, Chelsea. Now we know why Brad isn’t with us – he’s been taken to the men’s village.” “But we still don’t know where that is.” “No matter. Talia? How goes it?” “We just counted to ten!” Talia beamed as she sat on a log near the campsite surrounded by four girls. “The old finger-trick works every time. Now I just need to count other things with them to verify – oh! What’s this you’re giving me? Shrimp? What do you call it? Ooh, how many shrimp? Let’s count them, then…” As I watched, Talia was bestowed a gift: a small basket laden with a couple handfuls of plump-looking fried shrimp. She was already counting them as they placed them into her hands, one at a time. To my surprise, she began eating them, counting in their language between muffled bites. “They’re super good,” she mumbled in my direction as she sucked her finger clean. “You should try them.” “I don’t think I –” I paused, noticing that two women were already bringing food to me. “Oh. Thanks.” “You should accept their gift, Chelsea,” my Mom told me. Already, she was chewing on a ripe-looking white fruit. “We need to do our best to be as accommodating and agreeable as possible.” “Yeah…” “And be sure to take note of their diet. When we write our notes, we need to be as thorough as possible.” “Got it,” I said quickly. A woman was already standing in front of me, leaning close with a wide smile as she offered me a basket filled with cooked fish. To be honest with myself, I didn’t feel ready to make the switch from American burgers to dubiously-cooked local cuisine. I mean, did they actually know that they needed to cook the meat all the way through? I guess I was worrying about nothing, though, because tribal populations were small, so they didn’t really have many diseases at all, and it’s not like I had a choice. I’d have to eat the local food sometime or other. It’s just that I’d rather find Brad than sit down and eat. “Go ahead, girl,” Talia said encouragingly. “They actually cooked these all the way through. I’d say it’s somewhere between medium and medium-well-done – ooh, another one? Fruit? Thank you…” “Eat,” Mom glared at me, chewing furiously. “The mission depends on you eating. Be a good guest.” As she turned her attention back to the white fruit, I gave my offering of fish another look. Each slice was nearly a foot long, and it did look well-cooked. Come to think of it, it was the same size as that damn parrot fish that was going to bite my finger. I wondered what that fucker tasted like? Fuck it. I plucked the meat from the basket and took my first, pensive bite. Delicious. Tasted like vengeance. My host smiled at me as I enjoyed her cooking, and took a seat by my side, rubbing her hand over my back as I continued to eat, no doubt admiring the fit and texture of my suit. In any other situation, I’d be creeped-out, but now I supposed it couldn’t be helped. Who knew what customs and courtesies belonged to the Black Sentinelese? The sun sank deeper towards the horizon, and the sky burned a glorious orange. It wasn’t long before the forest grew gloomy, and a group of women began to stack kindling and driftwood atop the ashes, stirring the embers back to life. Soon, the sunlight was replaced with glow of a modest fire, lighting our surroundings and making the shadows of our bodies dance against the walls of the huts. And the food just kept coming. Oh my gawd but the food just kept on coming! Ever since we’d arrived in the village, they offered us basket after basket of food. I tried to pace myself as best I could, but even now, there were three small baskets between my feet, each laden with fish vertebrae, clam shells, a spare lobster tail, and fruit pits. Meanwhile, there were two girls on either side of me, one fondling my arm, and the other resting her head on my shoulder – and now there was a third girl approaching with a fresh basket of berries? How long had this madness lasted? I instinctually checked my wrist only to curse once again for forgetting to bring my watch with me. Should I ask Mom what time it was? Forget that! She’d never stop chiding me for not checking the gear list! “Talia…” I groaned as I leaned towards her. “What – urp – what time is it?” “What was that?” she turned away from her new friend, a tall woman with her hair sheared close to her scalp. Apparently, she was already sparking conversations in the native tongue. “Sorry Chelsea, I didn’t hear you.” “Hush!” I glanced nervously toward my mother, but thankfully, she was too busy with her own friends, laughing on the far side of the flickering flames as they lifted a sack of liquid to her lips. “I just wanted to know what time it was.” “Does it matter?” Talia snickered. “You don’t have an – hic – appointment, do you?” I rolled my eyes. “Funny you should mention that, but have you forgotten about Brad?” “What about him?” “Aren’t you worried about him? I just want to find him so I know – so we know that he’s okay.” Talia paused before answering, but only because her friend was softly tugging her chin back to her smiling face. As Talia smiled back at her, the woman slipped a colourful treat past her lips. It was enough to raise anyone’s eyebrow, but I raised both. Was she really going to be like this while we had a missing intern? “Talia,” I said again. “The time?” “Sorry,” Talia said something to her friend as they stared at her ticking watch together. “It is… 2125.” “About nine-thirty? Good to know.” “What are you planning?” Talia asked as her friend snaked her arm around her waist and gave her stomach a squeeze. “Ah, hey! Easy, Milka! Easy! You’ll make me – urp.” I couldn’t answer because one of my girls was holding a berry in front of my mouth. My suit was starting to get real tight around my waist, so I was going to tell her off, but when I opened my mouth, another belch escaped me and the berry just slipped right in. “Fuck,” I grumbled, smacking my lips as I chewed the juicy snack. “You can’t just keep feeding me… what do I call you?” The girl holding my arm on my left had sidled herself close to me, until our legs touched from hip to knee, while the girl on my right was giggling to herself as she watched me talk. “Snuggles and Snickers,” I gave each one of them a casual glance. “That’s what I’m calling y – hey! What are you doing Snickers?” Snickers just giggled more as her hand gave my right boob a playful squeeze. Was this normal behaviour for this tribe? Normal or not, what could I do? Getting on their bad side was the last thing I wanted to do. Come to think of it, there was one thing I could do… “I can’t even with you, Snickers,” I muttered. “It’s fine. It’s – urp – whatever. I get it. Small tribe… everyone’s friends… what if I did this,” without warning, I grabbed hold of one of her boobs and made her yelp. “See? See how it feels?” To my dismay, this just made them more excited. If it weren’t enough that Snickers was groping me, Snuggles started rubbing my stomach. They seemed fascinated by my body, but then I realized why: it was my armoured scuba suit. Clearly, they’d never seen anything like it. Perhaps they were wondering if it was part of me? Such things had happened before; the Aztecs thought the conquistadors’ horses were part of their bodies. “Do you like that?” I asked as they tapped their fingers against the unyielding fabric. “Pretty cool, huh? You can touch it all you want; you’ll never hurt me! My mother’s laughter boomed suddenly. I could see her laughing through the flames, holding the sack in her hand as the women around her fawned over her body. She was only like this when she was tipsy. Note to self: be wary of the drinks. “So,” I said to myself as Snuggles popped another berry into my mouth. “It’s nine-thirty. Mom’s getting buzzed and Talia’s – urp – busy, I guess. Everyone should be going to sleep soon. That’s when I’m going to do it. That’s when I’m going to find Brad.” Hoss Delgado and ulvrik 1 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest jake69 Posted July 2, 2020 Share Posted July 2, 2020 Wow! You are an amazing writer! Even better than the last story. I can't wait to read the rest! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
>_< 0_0 Posted July 2, 2020 Author Share Posted July 2, 2020 38 minutes ago, jake69 said: Wow! You are an amazing writer! Even better than the last story. I can't wait to read the rest! Ooh, it’s even better? But they haven’t even started gaining yet! Well... they haven’t gained much is what I mean. Batman76 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest jake69 Posted July 2, 2020 Share Posted July 2, 2020 35 minutes ago, >_< 0_0 said: Ooh, it’s even better? But they haven’t even started gaining yet! Well... they haven’t gained much is what I mean. It may just be the setting I like so much. Both are really good! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
>_< 0_0 Posted July 2, 2020 Author Share Posted July 2, 2020 Before I forget, I’d like to make a note of how terrifying parrot fish are — because the incident Chelsea had actually happened to me irl Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
>_< 0_0 Posted July 8, 2020 Author Share Posted July 8, 2020 Full story is pending approval in the Curvage Store 👌 It's only $1.99 -- and it's more than twice the length of what's already posted! ulvrik 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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