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| Topic Started: Aug 12 2009, 04:16 AM (192 Views) | |
| Tristan da Cunha | Aug 12 2009, 04:16 AM Post #1 |
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Damascus An unseasonable midwinter sirocco viciously slammed the ancient City of Syria, compelling all inhabitants but the most dispensable to stay indoors. Just as well, the blue-eyed Englishman lounged pleasurably in his indoors location between the fragrant bodies of two dark, ravishing Syrian girls, the three of them tangled up in sheets and silks. The Englishman's hand lazily fumbled around his vicinity for his smoking-pipe, and when he located it he put it to his mouth and inhaled and exhaled, then inhaled and exhaled again. Fumes of opium smoke wafted throughout this scene. The girls were moaning and giggling and the Englishmen had them by the mouthful. Everything was an indistinct oriental haze. ******* The heavy wooden door slammed open and the sirocco rushed indoors, mercilessly throwing sand everywhere, sand it had carried all the way from the Great Desert across thousands of miles. The girls screamed in inebriated confusion, delight, and panic. "Ill-tempered..." uttered the Englishman, his eyes bleary from sin. A silhouette stood momentarily at the open doorway, his figure framed by the unstoppable sirocco. The silhouette was wrapped in an arabesque robe and turban and a face-scarf to protect his skin from the sandstorm. He stepped inside and slammed the door shut. The sirocco raged on outside. The arabesque man removed his face covering, revealing the pale skinned and ginger haired countenance of a Scot. The Scot bellowed in the local tongue they understood, "Be gone, girls. Here, drop this in the pot at your church. In the name of the Holy Theotokos." He threw some silver coins in their direction. They gathered their things and left. "Mmm-mmnngh... where did they go?" asked the opium riddled Englishman. "The Right Honourable the Earl of Talbot... I thought I'd find you here" said the Scot peering closer at the Englishman's face. He took the opium pipe away from the addict. "Lord Montrose... my pipe, please..." muttered Talbot. "God, Talbot, the First Rule of a Company Man - never go native! Native rubbish clouds your judgment. God, you're more doped up than a Chinaman in a gold rush. You're in want of female company, why not get to the goddamn English club? Don't ever go with the native girls for God's sake, they just feed you more dope." Montrose pulled Talbot up by the collar and tried to clean him off. "Nngngnmmgh..." said Talbot. "Here, let's get back to the club. We have business to mull over," said Montrose, half-dragging and half-supporting Talbot's drunken-stupefied body out of the smoke-filled room and outside along the street. The sirocco had finally abated. "They're not bad girls..." said Talbot. "You know, the native whores know more scripture than the English whores for example..." Montrose ignored him and continued, "There's a succession dispute in Srivijaya that could prove profitable for all of us... who hang around the club. It could be like old times again, Talbot! Think about it, the boys of the Company back together again!" "We're not... 'boys' anymore you ridiculous imbecile. Montrose, who the hell cares... about a succession dispute in 'Srivijaya'?" Talbot said. He was inexplicably screaming at the top of his lungs. Then in a normal voice, "Who the hell cares? I've been retired for what, 10 years? I don't even remember how to steer a ship anymore. I just know the native whores are always better than the English whores." "Goddammit you degenerate scum, Company men care, Talbot. Company men care about a goddamn succession dispute in Srivijaya," said Montrose, slapping Talbot across the face several times as if to wake him up from a deep slumber. Groggily Talbot rested for a while on the sidewalk. Finally he got up. He mumbled incoherently and Montrose took that as acquiescence. The two men continued their amble to the English club in silence, and into the opaque sandy fog, the carcass remains of the Mediterranean sirocco over the City of Syria. Edited by Tristan da Cunha, Aug 12 2009, 04:24 AM.
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