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I woke up to a strange scent of sweet smells, a cinnamon-like smoke sensuously slithering through my senses. The cabin was dark, and my eyes adjusted to the flickering light of the fire in front of me. Fire? Ah, yes. I and my beloved were on a merchant ship, making an important trip to escort our employer's cargo to the Old World. But pirates attacked our ship and took both cargo and prisoner. I suppose I should be grateful to them for not killing me or raping my wife, at least while I was conscious. What happened to the pirate ship, I am unclear. I vaguely recall a sudden crash, then blacking out. Water swept over me, sending my beloved wife away into the depths. Yet, here she was, next to me, naked. As naked as I was, resting on the sandly floor of this hut, this primative dwelling I found myself a prisoner of. For my feet were bound, tied by rope to a stake, as was that of my lover. As my eyes adjusted, I could see five tanned natives in front of me. A tall older woman sat on a high chair, flanked by two younger men, and two younger women. The older woman spoke. And I could somehow comprehend them.
"We have rescued you and you are in our debt. I am the eldest of what remains of our tribe. Though I am young in years, I am old in wisdom. We are all that remains, after our tribe was lost in a great accident. We must rebuild. We must reclaim this land as ours, for it is our destiny to return. My sons and daughters must reproduce, and we shall test your spirit, to see if your flesh is worthy of ours." The woman stood up. She looked as though she was not much older than us, yet her sonorous voice hinted at an age that I could not comprehend. She was slightly more muscular than my wife, obviously toned from the long hours of work she must have attended to each day to survive on this island. Yet she had a husky beauty, so evident from her half-naked body, clothed in leaves and grass. She sang a deep-throated song, as the tendrils of smoke wrapped around our bodies, cleansing us, readying us for the ritual. She sat down again and beckoned us forward. "Now please me," she said. "Let us share our energy so that we may become strong."
"We have rescued you and you are in our debt. I am the eldest of what remains of our tribe. Though I am young in years, I am old in wisdom. We are all that remains, after our tribe was lost in a great accident. We must rebuild. We must reclaim this land as ours, for it is our destiny to return. My sons and daughters must reproduce, and we shall test your spirit, to see if your flesh is worthy of ours." The woman stood up. She looked as though she was not much older than us, yet her sonorous voice hinted at an age that I could not comprehend. She was slightly more muscular than my wife, obviously toned from the long hours of work she must have attended to each day to survive on this island. Yet she had a husky beauty, so evident from her half-naked body, clothed in leaves and grass. She sang a deep-throated song, as the tendrils of smoke wrapped around our bodies, cleansing us, readying us for the ritual. She sat down again and beckoned us forward. "Now please me," she said. "Let us share our energy so that we may become strong."