Lean and dark women and children were walking in intense heat for miles in search of water, and they had no spirit to shoot the breeze. The women had thin hair on their heads, and the children were just skin and bones, with their ribs showing out in full.
Including men of all ages, about three hundred or so people arrived at a well not far from the seashore. Getting down to the bottom of the 1200ft deep well was fraught with dangers, but along with men, the children and women fearlessly made a line down the messy slopes of the well and helped each other to get loaded waterpots to the surface.
Currently, there was only a large puddle of muddy water at the bottom of that massive well. Fetching water from whatever source available had once again become part of people's routine in the past few years, especially at the end of the summer and the beginning of the monsoons.
During these days, finding a pot of water a week per person was considered a roaring success.
On this day, all people got at least one to two pots of water for themselves and their families, except for two—a senile man in a turban and a little boy. One was too old, and the other was too young to contribute, but they both had two things in common: little clothing and similar facial looks.
As the villagers downed mugs of water in the wink of an eye, the little boy gulped his dry saliva. He unwittingly made a piteous expression, but his cake was dough, for nobody batted an eyelid for his sake.
The old man, on the other hand, was in somewhat of a lather. He did not ask any villager to share some water and just followed those who still went looking for more wells. Unlike other villagers, these two didn’t carry any pots because they had already sold all the vessels—pots, jars, and jugs—for little food and water. Otherwise, they wouldn’t even have survived until now. Currently, they were following the villagers, so they could quench their thirst if someone showed sympathy to them, despite knowing such tender mercies only came once in a blue moon.
“Why are we going to another well, grandpa?” the little kid asked, his voice sounding dry. “Why can’t we dig deeper into this well for more water?”
“Without rain, it doesn’t matter how deep we dig the wells won’t recharge any better. We’ll be drinking more water to quench our thirst during the process of digging than the water that we may find if we dig deeper.”
The little boy somewhat understood his grandfather’s words, but he still seemed ill at ease. His mother had recently died after she slipped and fell into the same well. Her last scream was still ringing in his ears, but so did the ongoing cry of his belly. Today was his birthday. As per customs, villagers killed the fatted calf and had a barbecue for the birthdays of their family members. He wished that his parents were alive, so they would also have celebrated his birthday, but then again, he felt so gutted for thinking about food, even though it hadn’t been long since his parents passed away.
As hot winds washed his face, the old man looked away from the shore and toward the mainlands. His eyes were set on the sky, looking for the signs of dark clouds. However, the sky was as clear as it could be. All the trees in sight had only dried up branches and zero leaves. The voices of younger men, who were involved in a conversation, reached his ears.
“There’s not much water left in the wells, and there’s no sign of rain either.”
“Last year also we had a severe drought, but this year, it’s worse. What cursed lives we’re living!”
“Some of our friends had already left our village, but if it doesn’t rain soon, we’ll be forced to do the same. The longer we stay here, the closer we get to our death bed.”
“Yeah, I dug my fields a few inches yesterday, and it’s all rock. It takes heavy rains for our lands to even become useful for farming. I don’t see that happening any time soon.”
“I’m almost out of fodder. Whether it rains or not, I can’t stay in this place for more than a couple of days, or I’ll be watching my buffaloes die!”
“You can just sell them as we did.”
“They’re like my children! I can’t do that!”
“You’re not the only one who treats their cattle like family, but there’s nothing much we can do, given our situation. Even if we were fighting against forest fire, we could somehow hope to stop it or escape from it, but now we’re fighting against the fire in our bellies, one that needs much less water, yet we can’t even get that. Tch, what miserable lives we’re living. We’re truly left alone.”
“I don’t agree on the cattle part. They are everything to me.”
“Whatever.”
Their words didn’t help the old man’s situation either, but he tried to lighten the mood with his words, “Let’s not worry about trivial things, folks. We don’t have enormous energy like the sun to be angry all day.”
However, the others kept chatting, and the old man was totally ignored, so he awkwardly backed out of the conversation and stayed silent like he was never part of the conversation, to begin with. He knew that being in the vale of years was enough to make everyone look down on you, but he also knew that he only needed a few praises to make them listen. However, unlike the younger ones who seemed rejuvenated after wetting their tongues and throats, he neither had the stamina nor the mood for such frivolous conversations, at least not at the moment.
As death was indirectly but repeatedly brought up in the men’s conversation, the old man’s memories drifted into the past. About a month ago, a tiger came out of the dying forest, probably because of the harsh climatic conditions, and mauled his cow to death. Not long after that, his son had gone to sea for fishing but never returned. The old man fathomed that the sea had taken a liking to his son and chose to keep him in her bosom forever. However, only days after his son’s loss devastated the family, a slight mistake at a well cost his daughter-in-law her life.
Wells claiming people’s lives wasn’t anything new, but every time such an event happened, it seemed to have occurred out of the blue, as if no one ever expected that people would give their lives away, willingly or not, in ways that would cause anguish in their beloved.
Right now, the old man’s bare feet could bear walking on the hot and parched road much better than the loss of his son and daughter-in-law through unnatural deaths. Even though he wanted to cry, he held back his tears, not wanting to waste whatsoever water left in his flesh and blood. After all, if he died, who would look after his five-year-old grandson?
Even though the old man was wearing a turban, the glaring sunlight and the heat regularly gave him headaches. His waist, knees, and feet also hurt a lot from daily walks.
“Grandpa, some of my friends say that people in cities live comfortable lives and that we can get water every day. Why can’t we go there?”
“We can’t afford to get there, let alone live there, Cotton,” the old man replied with a desolate voice. “Maybe our destiny is like this, never worthy of leading comfortable lives, but I believe it’s better than the people who abandon their drought-ridden villages like rats desert a sinking ship.” He could guess that people in large towns and cities have their own problems, but throughout his life in Noclopogo, he had seen many deaths, but the worst of them all was dying from thirst. He never wished such death to befall even upon his enemies. He knew very well that he was killing the hopes of his grandson, Cotton, who was given this name because his cheeks were soft like cotton when he was born, but he just didn’t want Cotton to have ‘fruitless’ wishful thinking. Be it life or death, it had to come in the village he was born in; however, he didn’t want Cotton to live similarly and be desperate for every drop of water in his sight.
As he was lost in thought, he didn’t realize that his sight turned blurry. He licked his sore lips with his cracked tongue, but that didn’t help much. He felt like something was wrong, so he raised his hand to call others for help. Before he could speak out, however, he collapsed to the side.
“Grandpa! What happened? Grandpa!” Cotton tried to help him, but the old man couldn’t feel his surroundings at all. One of the villagers, who were walking in the front, noticed the old man's situation and was about to turn around, but her friend stopped her and advised her that a gulp of water might save the old man's life for now, but given his condition, he might kick the bucket regardless. However, if that same amount of water was instead given to cattle, they’d provide milk. Even though Cotton’s cries reached them, they kept walking. This wasn’t the first time they abandoned someone, unable to feed them, and this probably wouldn’t be the last either.
The old man had seen many people admit defeat to the intangible monster of their lands, the long-lasting drought, but he didn’t want to throw in the towel like them. He tried to get up, but the fall had sprained his back, and the shock numbed his whole spine. He couldn’t even sit straight. Laying on the hot ground, putting his hands on his face, he cried out in his heart. “Damn it all…” The old man, who was bearing all the pain in his heart until now, broke out into tears.
Cotton didn’t know how to react. His expression was filled with confusion and sadness because he wasn’t sure if his grandpa was now taking another one of his usual quick forty winks. He couldn’t tell that his grandfather was having a back problem, but he could tell that something was hurting him. “Grandpa, the ground is hot. You should get up.”
His grandfather suddenly stopped crying. He took a long glance at Cotton and then removed his turban and put it in Cotton’s hands. “Take this and follow those people.”
“What about you, grandpa?”
“I’ll follow you soon, so go. Hurry,” the old man urged. “You can still catch up to them.”
“No,” Cotton shook his head. “I don’t want to go without you.”
“Don’t make me repeat myself! I’ll catch up with you soon!” Anger filled the old man’s eyes, and he pushed Cotton away and threw dirt and stones at him. “Just go!” he kept waving his hands.
Cotton’s mouth was downturned, “But you walk like a snail, grandpa.” Tears filled up his eyes, and he started to cry. “How can you catch up with us?”
The old man’s expression froze. He gritted his teeth and continued to toss dirt and stones, with his head tilted down.
Cotton soon walked away in haste, without saying another word.
“Don’t be like me! Don’t have a one-track mind! No matter what challenges life throws at you, always be up to the mark, so you can one day have the world by the tail,” the old man told the parting words as he continued to throw everything his hands could get off the ground, even though his spine hurt a lot every time he moved his arms. Tears had long stopped coming out, and his eyes turned bright red, with which he took a final look at the back of his grandson before shifting his gaze toward the clear sky. His mind, however, felt muddy at the moment. “I was born with nothing, and like everybody, I strove for riches and fame. Like everybody, I tasted both success and failure. Now, as I near the end of my story, why does it hurt so much despite knowing that I won’t be able to carry anything beyond my grave just like everyone else?” as pain rose up to his throat, he found it hard to swallow.
He went silent at a stroke. The sun was right above his head, but right now, he was looking straight toward the sun with open eyes and without blinking.
Many seconds passed, but he didn’t blink. Seconds turned into minutes, and still, the old man didn’t blink. A housefly came and briefly landed on his nose and then left; even so, there was no movement in his body.
Just then, the sound of footsteps reached his ears. He shifted his head and blinked for the first time in many minutes. As his sight slowly restored, the image of Cotton reflected in his eyes. Why? Why did he come back? Just as he rubbed his eyes to get a better rock, the familiar voice of Cotton reached his ears. “Grandpa! I’ve brought water!”
The old man had an utterly puzzled look because Cotton was not holding any pot. However, Cotton soon skidded into a halt and knelt beside him and said, “Open your mouth, grandpa!” He put the turban on the old man’s face.
The old man’s eyes widened upon seeing that one of Cotton’s eyes were blackened. “Cotton, don’t tell me, you…”
“Just open your mouth,” Cotton put his fingers into the old man’s mouth and forced it open. Then he squeezed the turban, and water dripped down from the cloth and mostly fell into his mouth.
The old man gladly and desperately wet his tongue and throat. Cotton was careful to not waste the water. After all, he obtained that by dipping the turban in one of the waterpots the villagers were carrying, and, in return, received a blackened eye, but the effort was worth it. Though the thought of climbing down the 1200ft well came to his mind, the sheer size and depth of the well itself scared him, so he had no other choice but to resort to this method.
After squeezing all the water he could, Cotton gave the turban back to the old man, who then squeezed it masterfully and brought more water out, startling Cotton. This time, it was Cotton’s turn to wet his tongue while laying his head on his grandfather’s chest. Afterward, they soaked their faces with the wetness of the turban. Even under the scorching heat of the noon sun, the coolness they currently felt, there was no pleasure better than that in the world, or so they fancied.
“Mm?” Just then, Cotton’s eyes shifted toward the sea. His eyes widened to the max when a mountainous ship hove into view. This ship that approached the shore was Extensive Voyage. “G-Grandpa… look!” Cotton quickly pointed in the direction of the sea. “A ship!”
The old man’s eyes exhibited a significant amount of surprise. “T-That ship...” his voice trembled from joy. He quickly took a deep breath and tried to get back up, but he had to take Cotton’s help for that. “Let's get to the shore fast!” His paced forth like an old ship that had wind added onto its sails.
“G-Grandpa, why are you in such a hurry! Let’s take it slow. Besides, that ship looks dangerous!”
“That ship’s not dangerous,” the old man said, his eyes full of hope. “That’s our friend. The only friend we’ve got in this world.”
“F-Friend?”
“It’s the only ship that can pull even landlubbers toward the sea!” he briefly remembered the first time he saw Exvo when as a kid, and his disinterest toward the sea was flipped on its head, and he grew up into a sailor.
The grandpa and the grandson hastily and desperately headed toward the shore.
A few minutes later.
Exvo had stopped near Noclopogo, a group of islands, which was one of the most pauperized places in the world.
“Marm[1], we’ve been suffering from a drought for the past few seasons,” the headman of a section of these lands, an old fellow named Chaves Lowry, was politely requesting Stussy by kowtowing to her. “And we don’t know when ‘dearth’ will leave our lands. So I’m afraid we can’t give the usual prices.”
“Please get up,” Stussy helped him stand. “We can see that famine is inflamed in your lands, but you don’t have to worry so much, sir, for the prices have fallen this time.”
“R-Really?” Rays of hope escaped out of his eyes. Exvo visited these lands every other year, so her words sounded like a matchless melody.
“Yes.”
“Thank the heavens! Thank the one who watches over us from up there!” he was overjoyed, but then after hearing the prices, he raised his hands in joy and cried. After all, he only had to pay less than half the international price for most goods. Though he had no idea about what the worldly prices of the products were this year, he could still tell that they were cheap. Had it not been for the timely arrival of the much-awaited Exvo, he knew how many families would be facing hunger and not live through to the next season. If this wasn’t help sent from God, then what else could it be? “Thank God! Thank Shambala Sect!” he bowed, and his forehead touched her hands. “Thank you.”
As they were discussing, packages of goods slid down the sloping windy ways and reached the islands’ shores that were lined with hopeful eyes that exposed their needful lives.
Chaves gave different colored stones in return. “W-We only managed to gather this much over the past half-year. Are they enough, marm?”
After taking a glance at the crystals in that sac, she smiled. “These should cover.”
“Also…” Chaves then gave her a small bag. “Please take these.”
“Mm?” she took the bag and saw that it was filled with wheat cakes. This moved her quite a bit. “Y-You don’t have to do this. You can feed hungry children with these. Please take this back.”
“Please don’t refuse, marm,” Chaves stepped back once. “We may be poor, but we don’t take things back once we’ve given them. I hope you understand.”
“This…” Stussy was put in a bind. She wanted to help them somehow, so she quickly thought of an idea. She then asked, “How is barely production going in your lands?”
“Not so much as wheat, but to be honest, even wheat isn’t properly growing in our lands anymore. Why do you ask, marm?”
“Nothing,” she spoke, choosing her words carefully. “I know that barley is almost half as cheap as wheat, and it also gives a lesser yield, but barely can grow in places where wheat can’t grow. You get what I’m saying, right, sir? I’m sure you, too, know that.”
Chaves frowned a bit.
“Don’t keep your knowledge to yourself, sir,” Stussy said, “or, your head grows heavier by the day. Don’t animals eat barely just like they eat wheat? You can also temper the bricks, or use it as straw and do many more things with barely, too. Please tell your people about these benefits that barley has over wheat. Not only does it require less water than wheat, but it also has a higher salinity tolerance. Besides, you can make beer with barley, too, not just wheat.” Chaves’ eyes enlarged when she brought up beer into the conversation. “Even after barley is harvested, you can grow chickpea to use up the residual soil moisture. That’s just one way to optimize your schedule. So, with the right usage and implementation, barley can become a miracle crop for your lands and your people.”
“I’ll see what I can do in the coming winter, marm,” Chaves replied, looking a bit guilty. They were secretly exporting beer to make some money at the cost of cutting their diet, but he didn’t know that Stussy knew about such sensitive information.
“Then I’ll be looking forward to the barley cakes in our next meeting,” said Stussy.
“Thank you for your care, marm,” Chaves bowed once more and then looked at the fat man standing behind her. “Thanks to you, too, Sir Garett.”
The fat man, Gerett, however, looked away, seemingly dissatisfied. But then when the old man handed him a small box full of home-made sweets, his eyes glowed, and he beamed big time. Gerett then gave Chaves a mug full of nerve wine, and then they exchanged the phrase: Bottoms up!
In the calm weather, some quick drinking followed as those two men recalled the halcyon days of their youth.
“Oh, by the way, I almost forgot about this,” Stussy intervened in the off-color discussion between Gerett and Chaves. “Since you are facing drought…” She took out a brown-colored manual from within her sleeve and handed it to him.
“What’s this, marm?” Chaves couldn’t help but ask.
“It expounds on farming drought-tolerant crops—those that require less water to thrive.”
Chaves’ eyes broadened. “This… This is too precious. I can’t take it.” He tried to give the manual back, but she gently pushed his hands.
“No. That’s just a copy, so keep it. However, pass the knowledge only to those who need it, and don’t ever sell the information in it.”
Chaves didn’t even have to think. “This hollow understands,” he deeply bowed. “I will treasure this treasure.” Chaves understood that she didn’t take out this manual because he had offered her some cheap wheat cakes, but this manual was clearly prepared beforehand itself, so his respect over her and the sect once again grew by leaps and bounds.
After a little discussion, Chaves alighted down the ship with a happy face. He couldn’t wait and opened the book to a random page, and what he saw was detailed information on cherry tomatoes. “Oh, so if we pour enough water during the early stages, we can pull back on watering after the fruits are set, which means we don’t need to spend as much water as we usually do till the harvest. I didn’t know that. Some of the ‘saved’ water can be used for other purposes.” He nodded to himself. “This is wonderful.“ Just then, when he touched the image, his finger went into the book, shocking him, and though he felt something, he immediately pulled his finger out.
“Wow! That scared me.”
After getting his heartbeat under control, he touched the image again. His hand proceeded into the page as if it was dipping into a bog. He grabbed the things he could feel and pulled his hand out. His eyes popped out of the sockets upon seeing the seeds packed in paper bags and even seedlings bundled together. At that moment, he realized just how useful that manual would be, and it fully exceeded his expectations. Though he could tell that the book didn’t contain an endless supply of seeds and seedlings, he was more than satisfied. He wasn't only granted knowledge but also the means to act upon it and get things started for a better future they could actually look forward to. The rest was all up to him and his people. It was in their own hands to work hard and carefully with what was available to see themselves through the tough times. If everything went well, then maybe in a few years, they would no longer need to wait at the shore for the arrival of a specific ship like they did every other year from the past few decades. Even though Chevas was away from Exvo, he turned around and kowtowed with teary eyes.
As Exvo sailed and moved away from the islands, Gerett felt warmth flowing in his heart. Looks like we made it before their hope ran out. They will get over hunger for now. He glanced at Stussy. If the captain isn’t stalwart, then the ship can never reach the shore in time. I’m glad that I was blessed to work with exceptional chiefs over the years. He looked back toward the islands. The growth and yield of the plants we’ve given can’t be compared to the common types, so if things work out, they won’t have to be worried about famine again. However… He turned to Stussy. “Chief, you could have also brought some rain and eased their troubles a bit. Why didn’t you?”
“They’ve gone through more than most could endure, which is why what we’ve done will be plenty enough. If we do what you say, then we’ll be giving them false hope, which can lead to all sorts of troubles. After all that they’ve been through, what they need is hope that never ceases. Only the one who brought them into being can offer that. He sent us here, and he knows when to send the clouds, too,” Stussy said and started to walk away. “If your stomach’s still in knots, then pray for them.”
“S-Sorry, Chief,” Gerett bowed in shame, but then quickly stood straight. “Also, Chief, some of our workers caught flu-like symptoms, many at once.”
“Give dandelions and mint for the mild cases. As for the rest, send them over to me,” Stussy replied without looking back.
“Right away, Chief, and thank you!”
Stussy briefly glanced in the direction of Noclopogo and remembered a poem she read as a child.
Is tantamount to
The tail wagging the dog
And neither is ever fruitful
For what can a foot achieve
If it was made to sit upon the head?
Alas, nothing but specks of dirt.”
Upon muttering the poem under her breath, Stussy faintly smiled. “This Surya Chand had a talent for making enemies with his poems. I would love to meet him if he’s still in this world.”
At the same time, on Noclopogo, thousands of dots could be seen heading toward the shore. However, Cotton and his grandfather were among the first who arrived there. Thanks to that, they were able to fill their bellies with water that tasted like honey. Dozens of tall water tanks were left by Exvo, so with careful spending, these tanks would last for at least a couple more weeks.
Both Cotton and his grandfather thanked Chaves for letting them drink freely. Chaves wrote down their names—Vamasa and Cotton— and then gave them two pots of freshwater, a watermelon, and a small bag full of oranges. Both fruits were ones that had a long shelf life even in warm conditions. “Come to the head office if you want seeds,” informed Chaves at the end.
“Surely, sir,” Cotton and his grandfather, Vamasa, thanked him once more and left for home, holding each other’s hands, wearing a bright expression on their bony faces. Cotton now understood why his grandfather called the ship their friend. Even though the neighbors and other villagers showed their backs in time of need, this stranger-esque ship came from a distant land and offered them free water and food at slashed prices. Though he didn’t know all of the dealings, he somewhat grasped things from overhearing people’s conversations. Even though he only received a few fruits, he realized that he wasn’t just the only one being helped. He felt grateful for the help he, his grandfather, his village, and the people of his land received. At least for the next few nights, he and his grandfather wouldn’t need to sleep on a hungry stomach. The same could be said for many others.
Vamasa, meanwhile, was carrying the watermelon by tying it to his butt with the turban. The oranges, however, were in the handbag itself. His name Vamasa meant ‘victory through hardship,’ or so he was told by his mother. So he always wondered as to how his name reflected his life and sometimes even hoped that his mother gave him a different and joyful name.
Currently, Vamasa was looking at others who were hurrying to the shore for their share. “I think I now know why life hurts, at least mine,” he thought to himself, “because life has been a hunt to me. I was neither a hero nor a villain. I was just another bird looking for a worm. No matter how many worms I eat, I’ll always keep looking for another.” His gaze shifted toward the oranges in the bag. Putting all the heaviness in his heart aside, he took out an orange. It fit his whole palm. When he tried to peel it, the citrus scent flooded his nose, but he was even more surprised by how easily he could peel because the skin was quite thin. His vast experience immediately told him right away that the quality of the fruit is top-notch. After all, the fruit wouldn’t have grown this big unless it was correctly watered, and thin skins guaranteed good taste. He gave half of the fruit to Cotton and kept the other half with him. The moment they put the juice sacs in their mouths, the rich taste of the orange washed the dryness and dullness of their tongue and mouth away. They looked at each other’s faces in elation. It had been a while since they tasted fruit so fresh and tasty.
“Remember this, Cotton, fruits with thin and healthy skins are like gold dust. They get sold in minutes upon their arrival to the market, so the only way you can ever get your hands on these juicy fruits in our lands is by waking up early and waiting at the shop, standing first in the line.”
“Yes, Grandpa!”
Soon, instead of talking, they shifted their focus back to eating and savoring the fruit.
Chaves, on the other hand, continued with distributing food and water to other people. He took the trouble to personally handle everything so nobody would steal or get anything in excess. Some tried to grease his palm, but he put them through the wringer for subornation. After all, he had to be strict if he wanted his people to last until the rains showed up. However, he was still worried that the other headmen of other regions in this archipelago would come after this water and food. Not wanting to let the food go to waste by ending up in the bellies of the corrupt officials and their family members, Chaves was distributing all the food items near the seashore itself. This way, those officials wouldn’t dare to take the food away from him, fearing that the wrath of the starved souls would turn toward their storehouses.
As people flocked to him, Chaves was happy to give them food and water, but soon, even the birds and other animals were stopping by, for their hungry bellies smelled food from afar, but because of too much human presence, they could only watch from a distance. Even those animals lost their loved ones because of bad water and lack of food. Chaves felt for them, but that was all he could do. Humans were his priority.
Still and all, as more ‘malnourished’ cattle and other animals were gathering in the distance, he couldn’t breathe as freely as he did only seconds ago. “I hope this drought will be gone from our lands for good. God, please help us!”
Meanwhile, back on Exvo, somewhere on the twelfth deck.
Beren and Booboo were walking together. “Uncle, can I ask you something?”
“Yes, chick. You can ask me anything. Maybe you want some alcohol?” Booboo thrust his hand to the front, and by the time he swiftly brought the hand back, there was a branded wine bottle in his hand, as if it appeared out of thin air.
Beren’s eyes widened a bit upon seeing Booboo pull off a magic trick. “No, no, that’s not it.”
“Oh…” Booboo then opened the lid and took a few gulps. “Then what else do you want? The touch of a woman, maybe?”
“N-N-No!” Beren blushed more than just a bit. “T-That’s not it! I just want to know about a myth.”
“What myth?” Booboo took a long gulp this time.
“I heard that people who die on seas end up at a place called Ghost Cage,” Beren hesitantly and hopefully said. “Is that true?”
“Ghost Cage, huh…” Booboo could guess why Beren asked about ghosts because his painted face made him look no less scary. Still, the boy’s words caused him to get a bit lost in thought.
“You don’t seem to know either,” Beren seemed disappointed. “Forget about that. D-Do you think ghosts even exist?”
“Well…” Booboo took a few more gulps from the bottle and grinned. “What do you think, chick?”
“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking. Do the dead come back?” Beren earnestly asked. “Can they be brought back?”
“La-lee-la-laa…” Booboo laughed, making a gurgling sound with alcohol. “I can see where your interest stems from, but the dead don’t roll in their graves to our jokes because they are gone for good. However...”
Elsewhere on the same deck, two people were strolling the streets together at a moderate pace.
“You look better after washing your face, but, miss, you haven’t eaten anything for more than a day, right?” 777 asked Sariyu as they both seemed to be headed somewhere. “You’re going to collapse if you don’t take care of your health properly.”
“Didn’t I tell you to not worry about my diet?” Sariyu replied in a displeased tone. “I know what I’m doing.”
“O-Okay. Just saying, that’s all,” 777 said in a low voice. She must be in a foul mood because so much money was spent to heal her friend. I guess I can’t blame her. If I were in her shoes, I’d probably be even more worried.
When they reached a corner, they heard a child’s voice. “What? They aren’t fully explored? How deep do the oceans even get?”
“Very deep, hic… So deep that the song of no sea can get there, and no sane beasties would be so bold as to dive into.”
The next second, Beren and Booboo were right in front of them.
The moment Sariyu caught sight of Booboo, her eyes slightly widened.
“Brother! Sister!” Beren was surprised upon seeing Sariyu and 777.
Sariyu didn’t even look at Beren, for all her focus was on Booboo. “You trickster… How dare you cheat me!” she barked.
“U-Um, nature called me, so I had to go back then,” Booboo hurriedly said. “It’s not good to hold it in, right? The body can take no pleasure in it—”
“Shut up!” Sariyu, who was grinding her teeth, suddenly dashed at him. “You are gonna pay the price!”
However, Beren came in between and blocked her way, forcing her feet to a halt.
“I’m sorry, Sister,” Beren hastily said. “I don’t know what happened, but please don’t fight.”
“You don’t know anything. Move aside!” Sariyu raised her voice.
“I can’t. I’m sorry,” Beren stressed his words. “To get to that uncle, you’ll have to go through me.”
“What?” Sariyu frowned. “What is he to you?”
“Miss Sariyu,” 777 quickly closed the distance and voiced his mind. “Let’s not start a fight here. We have more important things to do.”
She paused a moment before saying, “Thank the boy, or I’ll have broken your bones by now.” She was coldly looking at Booboo, who put up an innocent face. “But… Mark my words. I will make you pay in spades.”
An unnatural silence flowed between the two parties before she glanced at Beren and faintly smiled, which startled him a bit, but then he smiled back. Then they went separate ways.
“Why is she angry at you, uncle?” Beren asked in a low voice.
“She got hurt in the meow meow is all,” replied Booboo.
“Meow meow?”
After going a distance, 777 asked. “What was that all about?”
“Don’t bother,” Sariyu was not in the mood for an explanation. If not for that kid’s presence, I’d have laid that clown out in lavender.
Just then, an adult woman, who was seated at the edge of the street, slowly stood and came in their direction, holding an empty plate in her hand, and an ugly backpack hung on her back. Even though she had red hair like Sariyu, her hair had no life in it, and overall, she looked weak as well. “Please show some kindness, madam, and sir.” She begged those two.
“Go away!” 777 barked. “Don’t get close. Who knows what sort of disease you’re carrying on you. Keep your distance.”
“S-Sorry, sir,” the woman approached them no more and was walking back to her previous spot.
After taking a few steps, Sariyu stopped and blew air through her nose before taking two copper coins out of her purse.
“No, wait,” 777 quickly suggested. “People like her beg almost everyone that comes their way, so they earn a lot more than you think. She’s probably hiding some silver coins in her bag for all we know.”
“It’s okay,” Sariyu, however, walked over to the woman, making her turn her head. “I’m sorry for how he treated you. Please take this,” she put her hand forward. After a momentary pause, the woman received the coins. Sariyu was turning back, but the woman held her hand, puzzling the girl. The next second, the woman took out an apple from her bag and put it in Sariyu’s hand, startling her. “No, no, I don’t need this.”
“Don’t take me for a ride, young lady,” the woman politely said. “I can hear the cries of your tummy.”
Sariyu was surprised. She just stood there as the woman went and sat in her spot.
When Sariyu went back to 777, he was scratching the back of his head as he glanced at the apple, which looked like it was anything but firm or fresh. Though it wasn’t rotten, it was as clear as day that it stayed in that woman’s bag for a long time, given that it had shrunk significantly. “You are not going to eat that apple, are you? We don’t even know if it’s safe to—”
As he was saying, she took a bite.
777 frowned. “You should at least boil it first, or you may get sick.”
Sariyu took another bite.
“N-Never mind,” 777 spoke no more.
Meanwhile, elsewhere on the twelfth deck, in a busy neighborhood.
A boy with a swollen face was carrying three sandbags on his back as he followed an adult man to a shop and dropped the bags there before stretching his back. “That hurt more than I thought…” his voice wasn’t clear. “I hope it won’t take long for me to heal fully.”
The adult man looked quite happy. “Each bag weighed sixty kilos, so I didn’t expect you to carry three of them across half-a-dozen blocks, but you proved me wrong. Thanks for your help. And, sorry for initially doubting you because of your face.” He took out a couple of copper coins, “Here, have this.”
“No, no, I don’t need that,” the boy whose face looked like he was bitten by bees was none other than Lirzod. He stepped back. “In fact, I should thank you for letting me carry those. I needed that exercise.”
“Still, I can’t just let you leave empty-handed after making you work so hard,” the man said.
“Then…” Lirzod pondered for a second and said, “how about you send some fruits to the elf healer at the drill clinic?”
“I live not far from that clinic,” the man said. “I can surely do that. What shall I tell that elf?”
“Just tell her that if she kicks every man who kisses her, she’ll never get married.”
“Huh?” the man was slack-jawed. “H-How can I tell her that?”
“You can do it,” Lirzod gave a thumbs up, then waved goodbye and quickly walked away.
“He gave me quite a troublesome task,” the adult man could only watch. “What an amusing kid…” He then felt goosebumps as Mulyk’s ‘scary-laugh’ image came to his mind. I hope she won’t put a bullet in my head.
Lirzod was stretching his body as he walked through the busy street, and he didn’t look pleased, “The exercise was good, but it wasn’t satisfying enough. I should look for better ways to exert my strength. Only by pushing myself hard can I break my limits,” he thought about the times he received punches from Hardy and Geragorn. “Both of them managed to crack my bones. The last time someone hurt my bones was when I kissed Sariyu last year after she returned from a sect test. She was already in a bad mood at the time, and I foolishly ran in and bothered her, and then she just snapped. Since that day, I started to act a bit more carefully whenever she looked to be in an off mood. And today, that elf girl blew off her steam on me. Though none of my bones are broken, I feel like my head has become twice as heavy.” He gently pressed his palms against his swollen cheeks.
“Whew, anyway, I cannot let myself get badly hurt anymore. Primera and Selena were right. This journey doesn’t seem like it’ll be a cakewalk. I never imagined that I’d get beaten to this extent for a simple kiss. When I said, “If you didn’t like the kiss, you could have just returned it to me,” she dealt me some more blows. The elf women sure are spicy as pepper. I have to be much sweeter next time to counter them! Yeah, sounds like a good plan.”
Then his thoughts went back to Hardy Brothers and Geragorn. “I got separated from Sariyu because of those guys. If I meet them again, I’ll not let them have things go their way. I’m sure I’ll meet stronger characters as I climb the ship. Fighting in a fastened form won’t be possible for very long. I must get healthy quickly so that I can train harder and raise my current limits.” Just then, his stomach grumbled. He rubbed his belly. “But I guess it’s time to eat first.” He looked on either side while bimbling around.
“Cut a watermelon in a single strike with your bare hand, and you’ll earn five copper pieces,” the owner of an open-fronted shop kept shouting. “Those who succeed also get to eat the watermelon. The entry fee is only one copper, so don’t hesitate to try your luck!”
“Just cutting fruits will do?” Lirzod, who just reached the shop, asked in expectation.
“Yes, and welcome, sir! Do you want to try your hand?”
“Um, they say an empty sack cannot stand upright,” said Lirzod, rubbing his belly and drooling a bit. “If you can offer me one fruit beforehand, I’ll do better in cutting the watermelons.”
The shopkeeper awkwardly smiled. “I-I feel for you,” he replied in a neutral tone, “but I’m afraid you’ll have to win first.”
“Do I have to win to eat it?” Lirzod found his energy already leaving.
“Yes. Do you want to give it a try?”
“Ah, well,” Lirzod didn’t know what to say. He didn’t have any coins on him, so he felt at a loss for not taking the money that the adult man had offered for his work. And now, he couldn’t go back and ask him either, so he scratched his chin and looked at the broken melon lying on the side in sacks, and then he looked around before asking. “Why don’t you give me one of those broken ones for free? You are going to waste them anyway, right?”
“Of course not. They will be sent to the foster halls on the upper decks.”
“What?” Lirzod looked shocked and disappointed.
“If you are not confident about using your hand,” the owner picked up the sword on the table, “you can use this for the job. Though, you’ll only get two copper if you win.”
“Thanks, but I’m not interested in that right now,” Lirzod walked away, leaving the owner in a displeased mood.
As he strolled, Lirzod observed different stalls that were being visited by at least one or more people. Breaking a pumpkin with an elbow in one attempt, placing one’s palm on ice for five minutes, blowing out a large flame in one breath, dipping one’s head into cold water for at least a minute, stroking a cat and making it purr in less than thirty seconds, throwing a bamboo hat at any of the stuffed dolls from a distance and making the hat rest on top of one of the dolls’ heads.
“So many contests, but none are free to enter. What a bummer! Mm?” his eyes stopped on a ring where men were fighting. “Oh, so there are brawling contests, too? Nice,” as he was getting excited, he saw that people were paying to participate, and his shoulders flailed. “That’s right… Nothing’s free to take part. I guess I’ll have to find another place to eat.” He then scanned more shops. “Nobody seems to be selling anything here. All shops are holding contests. I was hoping to surprise Sariyu by bringing her here, but this Heat Street doesn’t seem like it can do the job. Where should I go then?” he pondered for a bit. “But before that, I wonder where she is. I wanted to wait at the clinic, but then I don’t know when she’ll come back, and I can’t surprise her if I stay there, either. I hope she didn’t go to the next deck already. How can I—"
“Aiyee!” just then, an old woman cried out.
Lirzod was startled, but he immediately realized that he had stepped on the old woman’s thigh. She was sitting on the street begging while moving at her own pace on a small wheeled wooden stool. Her legs below the thighs were missing.
“I’m extremely sorry,” Lirzod hurriedly apologized and bent to check her leg. “I didn’t break anything, did I?”
“It hurts. You should watch where you’re going,” the old lady cried out, shedding fake tears. I hope at least this little fellow gives me a handful of coins.
“P-Please don’t cry,” Lirzod felt terrible upon seeing her sob like a child. “Let me take you to the doctor.” He was about to pick her up, but she slapped his hands.
“I don’t need a doctor,” she rubbed her belly. “I want food and water, and if possible, some money. I need those three more than a doctor right now.”
Lirzod reflexively checked his pockets, “But I don’t have money.”
“You don’t?” the old woman’s expression suddenly changed. “I can’t believe I wasted my tears to fool a poor bloke,” she openly snapped, leaving Lirzod in bewilderment. “Why are you still here? Do you have no one to look after you, kid?” she asked, considering his age, but she got no response other than a poker face. “I see. It’s strange how in this world full of people, one can be so alone. It’s one thing to have a broken heart, but to have it at such a young age...” she sighed and took out a copper coin and tossed it in his face. “There. Lighten up, and try your luck with that.”
Lirzod’s jaw slackened, seeing how she assumed things. He stood frozen as she went past him and then put up a sad face before begging others.
Lirzod picked up the copper coin off the floor. He briefly looked at the old woman, and then his focus shifted toward the shops. His gaze eventually stopped on a specific shop, where people were spinning sticks in their hands. It was only a stone’s throw away, so Lirzod hurried over.
“Ladies and gentlemen, you only need to spend a single copper piece to participate,” the shopkeeper said aloud while showing the poster that had diagrams of spins one must do, and the money they would earn for completing them. There were both one-arm spins, and two-arm spins. “The more spin you can recreate, the more you earn. It’s simple, isn’t it? Don’t miss the chance to show off before your lover or friends!”
Many people were trying, but out of the eight spins portrayed on the poster, most people only recreated just one, the first one where they did a simple spinning of the stick in one hand.
Lirzod participated without any hesitation. There was no queue or anything, for multiple participants could show off what they got at the same time. Nobody was expecting Lirzod to do anything, and most of the crowd’s eyes were on another guy who was successfully doing the second spin.
“Give me two sticks,” said Lirzod, his eyes taking in the eight forms of stick spinning detailed on the poster.
“Two?” the shopkeeper looked at Lirzod from top to bottom. “First, start with one, boy. Once you succeed in that, you can gradually up your level.”
“That’d be a waste of time,” Lirzod casually replied.
“Hmph, whatever,” the shopkeeper handed two sticks. “If you want to make a fool out of yourself so much, you can go ahe—”
Before the shopkeeper even finished speaking, Lirzod started spinning the sticks in both hands effortlessly, catching everyone’s attention right away. Their eyes popped out of their sockets upon witnessing his speed, which was so fast that they could barely see the sticks. As if that wasn’t enough, he then transitioned into the second type of spin by changing the way he held the weapons and the way he twisted his wrist to spin them in the required fashion. In a matter of twenty seconds, Lirzod rushed through the eight types of spinning, made short work of them, and then stopped. The entire crowd, including the other participants and the shopkeeper, had their mouths hung wide open, with their uvulas exposed, and multiple flies clung onto those fleshy extensions in their throats.
Lirzod dropped the sticks into the pile.
The shopkeeper suddenly came back to this world and said, “T-That was magnificent, youngster. I haven’t seen such good stick-work in weeks.”
“What I did isn’t special at all,” said Lirzod. “The one who taught me can spin it much faster with minimum work and can even warp the flow of the stick.”
“I-I see,” the shopkeeper nodded in understanding. “No wonder you’re already so talented at such a young age. You’ve got a good master. You have a bright future ahead of you. Do you perhaps want to join—”
“How much did I win?” Lirzod straightforwardly asked.
“Haha, you’re in a hurry to claim the prize. I get it,” the shopkeeper patted Lirzod’s shoulder. “You prize doubles with every new spinning style you recreate, but since you did it with both hands, your end reward will be doubled again.”
“So, that means…” Lirzod paused for a moment. “I earned a little over five silver coins.”
The shopkeeper disappointedly nodded and then quickly arranged for the money.
“5 silver and 12 copper coins are inside,” he handed a sack to Lirzod and then whispered in his ear. “Please exaggerate your happiness as you leave.”
“Mm… okay.” Lirzod said and then turned around. As he left, he started laughing so proudly and happily, “I-I earned so much with so little! Hohoho! This game is great!”
That’s terrible! The shopkeeper was utterly disappointed, but then his ears caught the murmurs in the crowd.
“I never thought someone would ever earn the full prize money.”
“Yeah, I don’t remember the last time someone recreated the eight spins.”
“Who cares about the spins? He multiplied his money by over five hundred times. Why is no one talking about that?”
“Even a kid did it, so we can also do it, too!”
“Yeah, even if it takes a hundred attempts, I’m going to achieve that feat!”
“Count me in.”
“Me, too!”
In the end, the shopkeeper didn’t become a dog with two tails, but he was still somewhat satisfied with how things turned out. Though he lost five silver now, he’d recover it in a couple of days and earn even more if the news of someone finishing all the eight spins spread well.
Lirzod, meanwhile, stopped in front of the old beggar lady.
“What?” she asked in an angry tone. “You lost the copper coin already?” she waved her hand. “I’m not gonna give you more, so don’t waste your time.”
Lirzod took out the sack from his pocket and dropped it in the begging bowl and then walked away.
The sound the coins made when the sack fell in the bowl made her immediately aware of the situation. She quickly opened it, and there were five silver coins and twelve copper coins inside. She was briefly left in stupefaction. She quickly looked in Lirzod’s direction, but he had already blended in the crowd and vanished from her sight. She looked around and swiftly shoved the sack in her jacket and then continued to beg with a sad face as if nothing ever happened.
In the meantime, Lirzod was wearing a pouting expression. After all, he now had nothing in his pockets; literally, zero coins. He wanted to take a copper coin from the 512 copper coins, but since he earned all of that because of the single coin that the beggar lady gave him, he felt that the right thing to do was to give to her all that he had earned, especially considering her situation.
However, now, he was stuck with not knowing where to get a single copper coin from so that he could participate in a game.
And what’s more, his stomach that didn’t roar for the past few minutes started making noises again.
“I want to find Sariyu, but first thing’s first. I have to eat.”
All the troubles made him think hard.
“On second thought, I should postpone the meal.” He suddenly started to run. “An empty stomach is the best time for running! Also, I hope I will find her before my legs wear out!”
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[1] Marm: A polite term of address for a lady; madam.
Daily Dose:
Brother(snatches his younger sister’s progress card because she got better grades): It’s my progress card unless mom notices it.
Sister takes the brother’s card and speaks no more. Then they both rush to their mother when she is happily listening to music and shows her the progress cards.
Mom praises her son for getting better grades and gives him a hug but then looks at her daughter and asks in a strict tone, “Why did your grades go down this time? Look at your brother and learn from him.”
The daughter tilts her head down.
The son feigns innocence and says, “It’s her first time, so let’s give her another chance, mom.”
“Yeah,” the mother nodded in agreement. “I’m giving her another chance. Next time, she better show her own progress card.”
The son’s heart sank as low as it could. “M-Mom, I’m sorry. I won’t do this again. I promise.”
“You don’t have to promise, son,” the mother said and hugged her daughter and smiled at her son. “You’ve got this sly and stupid side from me, so you can try to fool me all you want, but if you try to pull a stunt like this on my little, innocent daughter again, you can say goodbye to your school life!”
The son spoke no mare and looked guilty, but the daughter shed happy tears and kissed her mother and then saw her brother’s pitiful expression, so she grabbed his hand and pulled him into their embrace. His forehead banged into the mother’s forehead. “Aww!” she briefly cried out and then squinted her eyes at his son. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”
“Mom, blame my forehead, not me!” the son replied mischievously.
“Your progress card is not getting signed, so blame the pen, not me!” the mother replied.
“Eh?” the son’s jaw dropped. “You can’t change the forehead, but you can change the pen.”
“All pens are the same!” the mother replied.
As the mother and the son argued, the daughter kept laughing from the side.
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