* Warning this chapter contains some graphical descriptions that some might find disturbing*
The sun was going down, and people were finding their spots to rest. The captains and fishing crew were trying to talk to the islanders. The islanders were cooking something that smelled really good, and it made me even hungrier because I hadn't eaten all day.
Then I saw that the islanders were giving something to everyone who had come with us. I got curious and went to see it. They saw me and gave me a wooden bowl and spoon. Inside the bowl, there was something that looked like Alfredo pasta - creamy and white. I took a little taste, and it was surprisingly sweet. I didn't expect that, but it actually tasted good. It was different from what I thought but in a nice way.
*Whimper*
While I was enjoying the surprisingly sweet food, I noticed Rex, my dog, looking at me with hungry eyes. It seemed like he was hungry too. So, I tried something. I got the attention of the person who gave me the food and pointed at Rex while making eating motions with my hand. They understood and gave me another bowl of food.
"Here you go buddy, eat well"
*Woof*
With the extra bowl in hand, I put it down for Rex. He didn't waste any time and started eating enthusiastically, his tail wagging happily. It was a nice moment, having a meal together with Rex in this new place.
I was getting really tired, and I noticed that many others who had come with us were also falling asleep. It seemed like the events of the day had worn us all out. The fishing crew was kind enough to give out blankets, and I got one too.
Rex and I went to the yacht to find a place to sleep. We found a comfy spot and lay down. I closed my eyes and Rex snuggled up beside me, and we both fell asleep, ready to rest.
"Good night, Rex"
*Woof*
.....
*Ahaaaa*
A piercing scream woke me up abruptly. When I opened my eyes, I realized I was tied to a coconut tree. But I wasn't alone in this predicament. Others who had been on the boats with us were also captured. Some were tied up like me, while others were grouped together. What worried me most was that Rex was nowhere to be seen.
I wanted to call out for him, but I knew that could put me in danger. It became clear that the food given by the islanders had been drugged, causing everyone who ate it to fall asleep.
In the midst of this dire situation, I chose to stay quiet and observe. Being in a shadowy spot provided some cover, allowing me to go unnoticed as I regained my senses. Surveying the area, a horrifying sight met my eyes.
Not far from a bonfire lay Captain Alex's decapitated head. Shockingly, the other two captains had suffered the same fate—their severed heads were placed nearby. The gruesome scene filled me with terror and the urge to scream and run was almost overwhelming. But deep down, I knew any rash move would likely lead to the same terrible end.
So, I forced myself to remain still, to watch and wait. The danger was palpable, and staying composed was crucial for my survival.
*Huff Huff*
I took a deep breath to calm myself down. My goal was to observe everything closely and find a way to escape from this terrible island. I kept looking around, hoping for any chance to get away.
Then, I noticed a strange smell in the air. It was like something was burning, but it didn't smell right. The more I sniffed, the sicker I felt. My stomach churned, and I felt really nauseous. When I looked in the direction of the smell, I couldn't believe what I saw.
The islanders were roasting body parts over a fire – human body parts. And what was even more horrifying, they were eating them. It hit me that these people were not only killers, but they were also cannibals.
The shock and disgust overwhelmed me. I knew I had to stay careful and figure out a way to escape from this nightmare.
"Please don't kill me, I beg you"
The voice made me shiver, and when I looked, I felt a rush of fear. Even though it was a cold night, I started sweating from the fright. It was John, the attendant. His appearance caught me off guard and made me uneasy.
Despite the chilly night, my fear was making me sweat. Seeing John's terrified expression added to my anxiety. The cannibals had hold of his hair and were dragging him along, and his face was full of horror.
"Please, spare me. I will never come to the island again and I will not tell anyone what I saw here, Please"
John's voice pleading for his life was all around us. He struggled hard to escape the grip of a tall, muscular man who must have been around 2 meters tall. This man had long black hair and a thick beard that made him look even scarier.
I felt my heart racing as I watched, filled with fear. John's face showed how terrified he was, and I knew he was fighting desperately. The tall man dragged him closer to a bonfire, not letting go. My breath caught as the man lifted an axe, the firelight glinting off the blade. The situation had turned from bad to much worse.
"Ple-please spare me.. aaaah!"
A piercing scream echoed through the air, and my heart raced as I witnessed the unthinkable. John's head had been severed and was rolling on the ground. The tall man who had been holding him picked up the head and showed it off to the others as if it were some kind of sick prize. Laughter erupted from the group as they looked at the gruesome sight.
Even in death, John's face was frozen in a terrified expression. His bloodshot eyes and wide-opened mouth, still moving slightly due to muscle memory, filled me with an overwhelming sense of horror. The sight of his severed head was beyond shocking. Blood continued to pour from his neck where it had been cut.
*Blarghhh*
The loud noise coming from the cannibals covered up the sound of me throwing up. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice. As I vomited, the awful scene in front of me was just too much to handle.
'I'm going to die. I'm going to die,' kept repeating in my mind. The fear was so strong, and I felt completely powerless. The horrifying things happening around me made it feel like there was no escape from my fate.
*Pant Pant Pant*
Fear took over, and I started breathing heavily without even thinking. 'Okay, calm down, calm down,' I repeated in my head, trying to soothe myself. I concentrated on my breath, trying to find a sense of calm amidst the frightening situation.
*Breaths*
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. Then, I saw someone coming closer to me. I started to panic again, but I reminded myself to stay calm. The person seemed drunk, and luckily, the tree's shadow hid me. He walked past me and went to urinate, carrying an alcohol bottle from the delivery ship.
My heart raced as he stopped nearby, holding the bottle up to check it. When he realized it was empty, he threw it away and left.
Seeing the broken bottle near me, I reached for a small piece of glass. Using it, I started cutting the rope that had tied me up. After a tense few minutes, I succeeded. I found a bigger piece of glass in the broken bottle and wrapped a cloth around the end I'd hold to avoid hurting myself.
I was thinking about what to do next when the man who had thrown the bottle returned, coming straight towards me. I waited quietly, taking advantage of the darkness and his drunken state. He crouched down to untie my rope, and as he got closer, I used the glass shard to quickly cut his neck.
*Thud*
He crumpled to the ground, gasping for air, his life hanging by a thread. The glint of a machete caught my eye, secured to his hip. Without hesitation, I seized it, lifting his head to muffle any cries, and swiftly, decisively, ensured his demise with a precise cut to his neck. With a moment's pause, I assessed the gravity of my actions.
Amidst the uncertainty that gripped me, an idea formed. I made up my mind to take one of the boats that brought us here, a chance for escape I couldn't ignore. I moved carefully, staying hidden in the darkness as I navigated through the scene. Luck was on my side as most of the people around me were lost in their drunken haze.
I reached the delivery boat, slipped inside, and found myself surrounded by its contents. It was packed with supplies – food, water bottles, and even alcohol. Among the provisions, a bunch of backpacks caught my eye. I chose one and started gathering essential items. Bottled water, canned food, various liquors, knives for practical use, ropes that might come in handy, bedspreads, and blankets offering both comfort and utility.
In my search, I stumbled upon a pile of fresh clothes, untouched and new. They held the promise of new beginnings, versatile for whatever challenges lay ahead.
When I was taking these things I heard a commotion outside, I thought that they found the guy I killed and hurried to the cockpit to drive away.
*Thud*
Someone hit me in the head and I lost consciousness
.....
*Ahaa*
When I woke up I was being dragged by the big guy to one of the bonfires he took my machete as well, and I thought I was going to be eaten by them as well. Then suddenly I heard a sound.
*Woof Woof*
It was Rex he suddenly appeared from the forest and bit the big guy on the leg, it looked like he somehow escaped these guys and was hiding in the forest until now.
*Ahaaa*
The big guy screamed because of the pain and let go of me, and he kicked Rex away he flew about 3 meters.
*Whimper*
"Rex", I stood up and took the machete from his hip, and slashed him on his back.
*Ahaaa*
He let out another scream. I ran towards Rex and asked him, "Are you ok boy?"
Fortunately, it seemed that he was not severely injured, then suddenly I felt someone's presence on my back, and Rex suddenly pushed me away with his whole body.
*Ahaaaaaa*
The big guy got up and aimed to hit my head. But Rex, my faithful dog, pushed me away in the nick of time. Even though Rex saved me, the guy's swing still managed to hit my arm, cutting it off.
Blood started pouring out, and the pain was excruciating. I felt like I might pass out, but I fought to stay conscious because I knew that if I lost consciousness, both Rex and I would be in grave danger. Despite the pain, I struggled to stay alert.
At the same time, the big guy was getting ready to swing his axe again. Just when things seemed dire, Rex sprang into action once more. He bit the guy in the same spot as before, bravely defending us.
*Ahaaa*
I turned quickly and swung the machete with all my might, aiming for his head. Although I missed his neck, the blade still sliced through, cutting off his head just above the lower jaw. He stumbled, dropping to his knees, and blood started pouring out from the wound. I could see his tongue and lower jaw remained grotesquely connected to his body, the gory sight etching itself into my memory as he crumpled to the ground.
*Thud*
People around us became cautious of me and Rex. I noticed my own severed arm on the ground, a grim reminder of the recent struggle but I couldn't do anything about it because the wound where my arm used to be was still bleeding.
There wasn't time to treat it. Then, I saw a bonfire nearby, and a wild idea struck me. Acting on impulse, I did something crazy: I placed my severed left arm, which was cut below the elbow, into the fire.
*Ahaaaaaa*