nixonbat
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Harkness had hiked until sundown the previous night with his newly hired 'guides.' He had rested through the night, but not truly slept, as he knew the company he was keeping would surely kill or rob him if his rest was too sound. He arose at dawn pleasantly surprised that none of the natives had attempted anything on him throughout the night. Even more surprising was the fact that his new associates were preparing breakfast.
'Right pleasant bunch of natives for being jungle bandits,' he mused.
One of the men approached Digger with a tin of rice, beans, and a mystery meat. Digger didn't ask what it was. It smelled good, and he was hungry. And besides, he figured these men weren't going to of much use in the conversation department, anyhow.
Just then, the man in front of him said "Snake."
"Wha...?" Digger replied, caught off guard.
"Snake...in case you were wondering," said the man.
"Will wonders never cease. So, you speak English, eh mate?" Digger asked.
"Yes. Schooled in England. Oxford," the man replied.
"Fancy that. And how is it that an Oxford man finds himself out here working as a jungle bandit in the middle of nowhere, Mr. ...?" inquired Digger.
"M'Bata will do. When I returned from my studies, the military was holding my family...they are dead now...so I steal and fight," was M'Bata's reply. No emotion at all in his face nor his words. Boomerang could tell M'Bata was more than he appeared to be.
"Very well, M'Bata. I'm Captain Boomerang," Digger said with a smile.
"I know. Saw you on the TV. It is why you are having breakfast. It is why you are still alive," M'Bata said.
Digger's smile faded. All the men present turned North at the sound of thunder. There was not a cloud in the sky.
TO BE CONTINUED......
OOC: THIS IS MY 200th POST!!!!!!! WA-HOO!!!! (ok....it's nothing to most of you whose numbers are way out there...but for me...IT'S 200 BABY!!! ) heh.
'Right pleasant bunch of natives for being jungle bandits,' he mused.
One of the men approached Digger with a tin of rice, beans, and a mystery meat. Digger didn't ask what it was. It smelled good, and he was hungry. And besides, he figured these men weren't going to of much use in the conversation department, anyhow.
Just then, the man in front of him said "Snake."
"Wha...?" Digger replied, caught off guard.
"Snake...in case you were wondering," said the man.
"Will wonders never cease. So, you speak English, eh mate?" Digger asked.
"Yes. Schooled in England. Oxford," the man replied.
"Fancy that. And how is it that an Oxford man finds himself out here working as a jungle bandit in the middle of nowhere, Mr. ...?" inquired Digger.
"M'Bata will do. When I returned from my studies, the military was holding my family...they are dead now...so I steal and fight," was M'Bata's reply. No emotion at all in his face nor his words. Boomerang could tell M'Bata was more than he appeared to be.
"Very well, M'Bata. I'm Captain Boomerang," Digger said with a smile.
"I know. Saw you on the TV. It is why you are having breakfast. It is why you are still alive," M'Bata said.
Digger's smile faded. All the men present turned North at the sound of thunder. There was not a cloud in the sky.
TO BE CONTINUED......
OOC: THIS IS MY 200th POST!!!!!!! WA-HOO!!!! (ok....it's nothing to most of you whose numbers are way out there...but for me...IT'S 200 BABY!!! ) heh.

