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Tuesday, July 03, 2007

The Red Clay: Part Four ©

I think I am getting out smarted by my readers.
It seems that I didn't specify Canadian Wednesday or Australian Wednesday.
Hmmm
It's obvious the Aussies are a little more awake than I am, about 12 hours more but ok I did say Wednesday and it IS that day in Australia but don't expect to catch me with my pants down ALL the time, unless she is really cute.

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Thunder shook the air as he turned to look out of the window, the wind had picked up but there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.
Two Harleys pulled up to the front and next to his car.
Two bikers walked in like they owned the place and told the bartender they wanted two beers and a couple of Jacks then sat at the table closest to the door and the window to wait for their drinks.
He just sat there at the bar drinking his beer paying them no mind but checked to see that his gun was still there just in case.

His plan was to get to Vegas ditch the car then grab a flight to L.A. then on to Buenos Aries and a life of leisure.
There was enough money in the satchel for him to live well there, very well.
When he was a kid he heard stories of his great grandfather that lived in Brazil for a while after he gave up being a sailor (some say pirate) or was it because the American navy was cracking down on the number of illegal merchants (pirates) in the Caribbean after the Civil War?

Thilivhali’s feet dug deep into the sand as he charged for the white man, the same man that killed his father, the same man responsible for his mentor’s death, the one who destroyed his village…….the one who stole Ada from him.
He was going to die for all these sins but the last one will be the one he suffers for the most.
He could hear shouting behind him and the thunder from the weapons of the slavers but he paid it no mind, he had what he wanted in his sight.
Revenge was egging him on with a passion for killing someone he had never felt before.

Somehow the slaves had gotten loose and were trying to escape.
Jonas ran back to the cart to get his guns and go try to help stop them and save all the work he had put into getting this cargo for the last three months.
Just then he saw the tall warrior in the distance running towards him.
Grabbing the brace of pistols he tuck them into his waste band and grabbed the woman whom was tied to the cart.
If anything he could use her for a shield if worse came to worse.

Ada fought back against the white man’s grasp but was no match for this brutal beast of a man.
He dragged her away from the cart and started pulling her into the open.
In the distance she saw someone coming towards them in a dead run.
He looked like Thilivhali.
It was Thilivhali; he was coming to save her from this savage.
She broke free and ran towards Thilivhali but the man caught her by the arm once more and held her there.
Two guards had turned to face him but Thilivhali killed them without breaking stride and was now but twenty paces from them.

Thilivhali was close now, no more than thirty paces and closing in fast.
The white man grabbed for his weapon and brought it up pointing it at Thilivhali but Ada grabbed his arm and a burst of thunder rang out, the ground before Thilivhali explodes, spraying sand harmlessly at his legs but not slowing him down in the least.
He was no more than ten paces away now as he drew back his arm to take aim with his spear.

Jonas pulled out his pistol and took aim at the warrior’s chest when the woman jumped up at him knocking his aim off, missing his target.
He back handed her to the ground and grabbed for his other pistol and brought it up to take aim again as the warrior sent his spear sailing towards him.
Jonas had no time to move as the spear tore through the top of his shoulder sending him staggering back but he held onto the pistol and raised it one more time and fired.

Thilivhali sent his spear to its target and saw it strike him staggering the white man.
His spirits rose with a euphoric joy when he saw the white man was hit and raced on to finish him off once and for all when the white man lifted his hand a flamed blossomed from it but her couldn't.
Thilivhali stood there frozen in time as he looked at the puff of smoke lingering where the flame had erupted.
He stood there wondering why he had stopped so abruptly when he had a few steps left to reach the man and avenge his people.

He looked down to his chest and blood was pouring from the centre of it.
He looked up once more and could see Ada screaming, fighting to get free of two guards that had rushed up and grabbed her but he couldn’t hear a sound or help her as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t will his body to move.
The ground rushed up behind him with a violent force but he hardly felt it.
As he lay there he noticed the sky was getting darker with the sunset in the distant jungle, his home.

Jonas looked at his shoulder, the spear had gone through the top of his shoulder cutting an ugly gash but he would be fine as soon as it was bandaged up.
He then looked at the fallen warrior, bending down he picked up the spear and started walking towards him.
Jonas was mad and in pain but he was triumphant as well, all he had left to do was finish him off then it will be complete.

He walked up to him and looked down at the man he had shot.
To bad, he was a fine specimen and would have brought a nice price at market as a worker or a breeder.
Placing the spear to Thilivhali’s throat he smiled down at him, Ada started screaming at that moment and trying to break free of the guards holding her from running to this man.
Jonas turned and looked at her then looked back down at the warrior, thinking for a bit he looked at her and asked if this was her man.

She said nothing to him, so Jonas went to push in the spear then she scream out again and Jonas stopped and turned to face her once more.

He asked her once more if this was her man.
On her knees crying into her hands she begged him not to kill Thilivhali, her husband.
Jonas stood there looking at the crying woman, a woman he had been abusing for the last four days.
Jonas turned and walked back to the man on the ground, he stood above him staring down at his still body, smiled then plunged the spear through Thilivhali’s heart.
If anyone had thought that Jonas had a heart, they were sadly mistaken.
He turned to walk away when he noticed something tied around Thilivhali’s waist.
Bending down he tore it off; it was a pouch with something in it.

Opening the pouch he found a red statue, worthless clay, probably a lucky charm that didn’t help the warrior any.
He went to throw it away but found that he couldn't even though he wanted to.
Maybe it was his lucky charm not the warrior’s?
He slipped it in his pocket and ordered his men to take the woman back to the cart.
Ada had collapsed on the ground after witnessing what Jonas had done to Thilivhali.
It was as if it was her that had been stabbed through the heart and the life was pouring out from her heart as she lay on the sand before the stars in the sky as the guards dragged her limply off back to the cart.

Thilivhali lay there on the sand, life spilling out of him with every beat of his heart.
He was watching Ada fighting to come to him and just then his father came to him followed by his mentor and they took him by the arms, lifting him up to lead him to meet his forefathers as they stood there waiting with the lion in the open plain to run free with the wind.

He looked back once more to see the beautiful face of Ada for one last time before darkness turned to light.

About an hour after the escape had started the guards had control of the situation once more and were tying up the prisoners again.
They had lost a third of the prisoners, many were dead but many had escaped but the way Jonas saw it was that enough guards had been killed so that he wouldn’t have to give them their shares so it all balanced out in the end.

The longboats came on shore with men to load them and take their cargo back to the ship.
Jonas went back with the first load where Smith was waiting for him as soon as he got onboard.
He told Smith to take the woman to his cabin and she was not to be put with the rest of the cargo, she was his and not for sale.

The boats went back and forth for most of the night until they had everything and everyone loaded.
Jonas was in his cabin figuring out what he was going to get for his cargo when he started regretting the loss of some of the prisoners and the profits they would have gave him when an idea came to him.

When the last of the prisoners were put into the hold he gave the signal and the sailors pulled out muskets and swords then captured the slavers that Jonas had hired and placed them with the slaves to be sold as well.
Now he didn’t have to pay them and would make up for the losses of the escaped or killed prisoners, profits, it's all about the money.
When they ship was secured they sailed off for Lagos and payment for the slaves and ivory they had acquired.

As the ship became a dot in the distant horizon, people walked out from the jungle and reclaimed their downed saviour.
Thilivhali’s brother held his fallen brother, oldest son of his father, as high as his arms could reach the sky and stars and asked the gods to treat his brother with the kindness that he showed others when he was alive.
They then turned and carried Thilivhali back to the jungle, back home.

It took them the better part of three weeks to get everything sold and the ship stocked before they could leave for America.
Jonas had purchased this beautiful hand tooled satchel he kept the gold and jewels he had accepted in payment of the slaves and ivory.
Diamonds took up less space than gold and wasn’t as heavy.
With the satchel in his left hand he walked down to the docks and his ship, the woman had been on board locked up in the hold while he had been conducting his affairs.
He still hadn’t decided what he would do with her after he got to Charlotte.

Probably sell her and find himself a wife that would fit the lifestyle he would buy himself.
Smith met him at the top of the gangplank and ordered him to weigh anchor and set sail for South Carolina.

Jonas sat in his cabin pouring over maps of South Carolina and Georgia trying to figure out the best place for him to establish himself.
Atlanta was growing now and he would be better off going there so he could get some cheap land and build himself the life he has been wanting for so long and become as respectable as those who he has hired his services out to in the past.

About two months out of Lagos a storm crept up on them and started hammering the two-master all over the Atlantic.
Jonas was in his cabin when the first waves hit and he went on deck to see what needed to be done to keep the ship afloat.
The waves spilled over the deck rushing into everywhere that was open and taking anything not tied down overboard.
The crew was running around trying top lash things down and to get the ship turned into the crashing waves before they were smashed and sunk.

Ada was in the cabin but when Jonas had left she slowly crawled to the cabin door looking for a way out.
She had been sick for most of the trip so far, from the nightmare she now lived and probably from the fact that she was pregnant.
Crawling outside and onto the deck, her heart started racing as she witnessed the fury that was coming down on them.
A man was washed overboard when one large wave swept over the boat also taking one of the masts with it.

She saw Jonas standing in the center of the deck firing orders from left to right.
Slowly she crept along the side of the ship until she was within 20 feet of Jonas and that’s when the moon reflected of the shiny blade in her hand that she had stolen from the cabin.
While Jonas had his back to her she stood up and start walking fast towards him and as she got within five feet of her goal Jonas turned around.

Jonas needed to get the sails down and to head the ship into the waves and ride this storm out.
Many a ship has been lost in this part of the Caribbean without a trace or survivor to tell the tale.
He turned to call out for Smith and all of a sudden the woman was there with a knife gleaming in the moonlight ready to stab him in the chest and then a wave came by and she was gone.
Wiped of the ship and this world.
This took care of the problem of what he was going to do with her.
The ship turned into the wind and held its course as the waves were split harmlessly to its sides.
Now gone into the night, the she ship was gone leaving a few timbers the floated where the ship had once passed as evidence.
A full moon shone down on this turbulent night, a night filled with pain, tears and unspeakable horrors.
The moon shone down on the water and the debris floating about when a small hand reached up and grabbed hold of a floating timber.

To be continued next CANADIAN Wednesday....................

Have a nice day

Walker

8 comments:

patti_cake said...

Bravo - I love the ending of this chapter and what a gentleman you were about the canadian/australian Wednesday :)

Rodrigo said...

Oi, achei teu blog pelo google tá bem interessante gostei desse post. Quando der dá uma passada pelo meu blog, é sobre camisetas personalizadas, mostra passo a passo como criar uma camiseta personalizada bem maneira. Até mais.

Blazngfyre said...

BRAVA!!

I can't wait till next Wednesday!
Or will it be Tuesday?!
Hmmm .....

Methinks the Aussies have something!lol

Peter said...

Yay for Tuesday Walker, from an Aussie fan.

Gypsy said...

Is this what they call a "Cliffhanger"??? Fantastic Walker, you are the master of suspense and thank goodness for Australia being a day ahead (almost).

Loved our chat yesterday, you are just as lovely as I thought you would be. Love from another Aussie fan.

Vickie said...

Do you really think we should wait till next Wednesday for the next part? Think about it---we are so loyal and something tells me you will have it in draft soon....so some have your number and just might bug you. :)

This is great Walker.

Shaz said...

Awesome what can I say other than what everyone else said. Hugs xx

Puss-in-Boots said...

Can't wait for the next episode, Walker...any day of the week is fine, just so long as you post it and put us out of suspense!

You seem to have quite a good sized Aussie based fan club...I've joined, too, so add another to the pile.