Shall Under Your Charm

Chapter 45

Farah woke up with a stomach that felt wrapped around and a bright light that stung her eyelids. Farah's muscles were burning, as if someone had pierced her with a needle, and her face, placed on the uneven surface of the bottom of the bucket, felt like it had just been rubbed with sand. The smell of alcohol and sweat smelled down his dry throat, There was a material covering his head. Plagued by the feeling that she was about to suffocate, Farah flailed in panic and woke up in the scorching sun.

"I used one of my shirts to cover your head."

Farah heard Mike say that. While closing her glare eyes, at first Farah could not see Mike. "You should have brought your clothes, too" said Mike, "But since you didn't think of bringing anything but jellyfish-This is it, take this."

A glass made of aluminum was pressed into Farah's hand. The water inside felt hot and felt like iron. Farah drank it, before saying, "Thank you. I've drunk enough."

After blocking her eyes from the direct sunlight and squinting, Farah could only see more clearly.

Mike had already raised the screen and lay comfortably beneath it. Mike's shirt sleeves have been lowered to protect his arms from the sun and replace his baseball cap with a wide-brimmed hat that was once very popular.

Warm waves danced around them, which increasingly disappeared into the middle of the sea. To the north, there is a towering rock hill, with seagulls perched on it. The island headquarters of the Dark Devil was no longer visible. That should make Farah happy.

Farah raised her hand and began to tidy up her hot hairpin on her scalp, in order to be able to hold back her messy hair. To Mike, Farah said, "Thank you for covering me. You're so nice."

"Who's good?" said Mike. "It's not me. It's just a coincidence I know that your pretty face will be useful for the place we're going. Only your face can still be of use to me. There are some people who like brown women because of sunburn, but you sleep with your head tilted to one side, and no one wants to buy a woman with a half-red and half-white face like a clown."

The meaning of Mike's words goes into Farah's brain slowly. "We're not going to land on the nearest beach?"

"Stupid girl" said Mike, impatiently pushing his hat behind a sweat-soaked forehead. "We're too far away to go ashore on a wooden boat like this. We're gonna land on an island and find better transportation to get to the city."

Sounds like an unpleasant place. "Who lives on that island you mean?"

"here? Most were slaves who escaped from their cruel masters, and fugitives with the threat of hanging. Doctors who like to do malpractice. A runaway madman who escaped from a mental institution. The scum of the people of this earth, and worse."

Farah dropped her forehead on the open palm.

Satisfied with Farah's reaction, Mike said, "Look, this place we're going to is called Satan Place. The smugglers are going in and out of that place, and I'm going to bribe to get into town. What you're gonna do next is your own business, not mine."

Farah said firmly, "I will go to the authorities."

Mike laughed out loud. "Nobody's in charge up to a hundred kilometers from here."

"There must be someone. Religious leaders or whatever."

In the end until late afternoon, Farah felt like she had a better day. Until the worst comes. From time to time, Mike took a red piece of paper from his breast pocket. Mike opened it, watched it, shrugged, folded it, and put it back in his pocket.

"What's that?" farah asked, after Mike had done it for the fourth time.

"This is a map.. Written by my friend. My good-friends. He knows this area better than he knows the sign on his stomach."

Farah poked her neck slightly to peek as Mike spread the map over her palm and covered it with his other hand to protect it from direct sunlight. After Farah saw it, she said, "You read the map in reverse."

"Eh? No. I'm not upside down reading it."

"That's right. Just look at the compass drawn at the bottom of your map. The letter N-means North (north) pointing down." Mike narrowed his eyes to stare at the letter N.

"That's not the letter N but the letter W. Just look at it for yourself. One line down, one line up, one down, one up. W."

"No" said Farah. "The first line down is a frown."

"Crubbery? That's not a wrinkle. I know what a frown looks like when I see it, and it's not a frown."

"Now, look." Farah borrowed Gege's assertiveness. "That's the letter M Tidy up the map on your knees, so you can see it clearly.

With the originals, Mike did as Farah asked, and Farah tapped the tip of her gun into the controversial letter.

"Look, right?" the word, "Letter N. And the one directly across from N is the letter E. Wait up! On this map. North is opposite East, and South is opposite West Oh, this map is fucked."

" Fucked you said? This is a good map! The compass drawn on this map means nothing. Landline to be reckoned with. What do women know about maps? There aren't. I'll tell you something, Miss Farah." Mike looked at Farah very seriously. "I've read the map before you were born. And, be careful with your gun! I don't want you to shoot my manhood. This map is one hundred percent reliable. I believe it, just as I believe milk comes out of my mother's breast."

Farah rolled her eyeballs and sighed violently as she was lazy to argue with Mike. "Oh, well," said Farah reluctantly, "I hope you're right. I can't tell the difference between one island and another" Farah said in an exasperated tone.

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The condition of Dark Devil I will tell you later, this is the story of Farah's escape first😆