So the six of us sat down at the portal stone. Since I could only understand my crew mate, the conversation was rather awkward. Two women,Mr. Flashman, a small miniature general, a bear of a cook and Ender Talon deciding on what to do.
The idea sorted out between Ender and the cook. The map would show a small line on the map for small worlds. Which changed per world through the portal stone meant a small reality. A large line on the map must mean a large reality. That we both were having this conversation while setting up camp for the night was rather wild. The two women got into the looted clothing and had some food stuff out to cook. Since I only trusted the cooks food no offense but love and women are fickle. We both stuck to our own food supply to cook. This did not settle well with the stoic lady.
She finally finished rummaging through the clothing, coming up with a box of sorts. She then took out a bottle. She handed it to me, showing me to take a slight amount. I looked at the cook who translated that this would help in my understanding her. So I was game and tried.
All of a sudden I could understand her and the language on the bottle. It read multiverse translator medicine. Made me wonder. What language I was speaking? Now because I heard the words, but the lips were not moving in the way it translated the language to me.
Anyway, I could understand the two women. Now I could hear more importantly the small general without having to put him close to my ear.
That night was wild. The ladies, the cook, and I got together for some midnight sport. That night was a night to remember. The wild noise. The experimenting, sharing something so new. So dangerous, so intimate The cook and little lady together, the look on our faces. The way the sweat glistened off our hard bodies. Then the cook tied up both the lady’s ankles up. Tighter. Tighter. It was just not right. It was not natural, our sounds. Bungee jumping in the middle of the night is way too dangerous. This is for my one reader to imagine what really happened. Tell me I am not a romantic or do not have enough romance in my writings.
The next morning we all gathered around and spoke nothing of the night before adventure.
With us all understanding each other, we made plans. The two ladies had no place to go. I had space in the crew and the cook liked the little lady.
The general said he could not return home without a fortune. And thus we all agreed upon a plan to travel the portal stone in search of treasure.
So the five of us sat down at the portal stone. Since I could only understand my crew mate, the conversation was rather awkward. Two women, a small miniature general, a bear of a cook and Ender Talon deciding on what to do.
The idea sorted out between Ender and the cook. The map would show a small line on the map for small worlds. Which changed per world through the portal stone meant a small reality. A large line on the map must mean a large reality. That we both were having this conversation while setting up camp for the night was rather wild. The two women got into the looted clothing and had some food stuff out to cook. Since I only trusted the cooks food no offense but love and women are fickle. We both stuck to our own food supply to cook. This did not settle well with the stoic lady.
She finally finished rummaging through the clothing, coming up with a box of sorts. She then took out a bottle. She handed it to me, showing me to take a slight amount. I looked at the cook who translated that this would help in my understanding her. So I was game and tried.
All of a sudden I could understand her and the language on the bottle. It read multiverse translator medicine. Made me wonder. What language I was speaking? Now because I heard the words, but the lips were not moving in the way it translated the language to me.
Anyway, I could understand the two women. Now I could hear more importantly the small general without having to put him close to my ear.
That night was wild. The ladies, the cook, and I got together for some midnight sport. That night was a night to remember. The wild noise. The experimenting, sharing something so new. So dangerous, so intimate The cook and little lady together, the look on our faces. The way the sweat glistened off our hard bodies. Then the cook tied up both the lady’s ankles up. Tighter. Tighter. It was just not right. It was not natural, our sounds. Bungee jumping in the middle of the night is way too dangerous. This is for my one reader to imagine what really happened. Tell me I am not a romantic or do not have enough romance in my writings.
The next morning we all gathered around and spoke nothing of the night before adventure.
With us all understanding each other, we made plans. The two ladies had no place to go. I had space in the crew and the cook liked the little lady.
The general said he could not return home without a fortune. And thus we all agreed upon a plan to travel the portal stone in search of treasure.
Our first trip through the portal stone was with caution this time. Figuring by the map which changed positions and locations and movements per attempt at a different world caution might be wise.
Our first all together move was to what looked or reminding me of the place the rabbit had hopped into.
We took the donkeys through with Mr. Flashman and the rest followed. The map seemed to indicate a village just down a path. Not really a road. However at times it appeared to be an old road that the grass had overcome it.
The road lead up to well. It looked like large Mushroom that had been turned into homes. Sounds okay at first but the people that came out were our size but all blue and PINK. The blues called themselves Smurfs. The PINK group SAID THE SAME THING. HOWEVER THEY WERE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. their names depended on which one you would ask. Me and the cook asked the map for help on locating something worth while OR A TREASURE.
It showed us a path to what looked like a giant's castle. We pointed to the map asking for directions to the castle because the map would change course without rhyme or reason as we were walking towards the castle.
Finally one said do not go there it is a demon name some Gurglemel or something like demon from one or another Catholic sermon books and his cat which also had a demons name.
Well, fighting demons was not really what we were prepared to do. However, the bear cook insisted he survey the place just to ensure that. Well. That no rock or treasure was left unguarded.
The giant's castle which since we were normal size was huge. I figured if we could sneak out one or two coins from that place the weight alone would pay for this adventure.
The cook being very careful surveyed the castle only to find out the giant was bankrupt and trying to find the blue smurfs to turn into gold. Since we were no really into killing where not needed we left and continued on our adventure. Farther down the road which was our size not giant size we came upon a sign post which read Welcome to Wonderland. Follow all rules or off with your head.
Since we were attached to our heads we were careful upon entering Wonderland...