Shall Under Your Charm

Chapter 47

"It looks like there's no guard post around here" Mike said with a moody expression. "My friend was.", said Mike in an unconvinced tone, "It could be that he was just joking when he said it. I remember one time when he fell asleep on the beach I don't remember the exact place he sewed a blanket for me and put coal in it. I jumped into the bay to get the blanket off. Almost burned at once to drown."

"I don't want to hear any more stories about your friend as long as I live" Farah said in a threatening tone. But the truth is not so. As he sits down to rest with Mike in the moonlight, listen to Mike recall more incidents revealing his friend's mischief.

"We just have to lie here tonight and tomorrow morning we'll find a way to get back to the boat."

This month-long incident has strengthened Farah to accept disaster. That's why he won't cry. All he's eaten since yesterday is Mike's stash pastry and a few pieces of dried apples, the grass on which he's sleeping feels wet, gravel-coated, and probably full of spiders; and he was on an island inhabited by wild snakes and there was an altar for supernatural activities. As she stared at the stars in the sky through the leaves, Farah thought, Ryan, Ryan, why would I let you panic me into taking this reckless action? Farah is too tired to shake the memory of Ryan's face, or the warmth that still feels every time Ryan touches it. And, Ryan's brown eyes.

Sometimes, Farah felt hot as she gazed into those eyes, as if Ryan's eyes were harboring the embers of the sun. Maybe it's a stupid thought, but it's Ryan's fault that he got lost in the voodoo offering and couldn't eat dinner. Tomorrow looks bleak for her and Farah is fast asleep with regular breathing.

Mike got up and stretched his body, announcing confidently that the man would not sit under a tree and complain like a girl. Using his dagger, Mike cut several branches of the chestnut tree to make a small fire and a torch. Mike stood up while carrying his artificial torch, letting his reddish light reflect off in the pool water. Just then, a small black head, like a piece of coal, emerged from the water. Mike got into the water to chase after him, and the night air was filled with various swear words. Mike came out a few minutes later, soaking wet, and picked up a turtle that was biting on his bleeding finger. Mike placed the turtle on the ground in an inverted position, and Farah quickly awoke from sleep, turning her head away, as Mike pulled out a knife.

When Farah looked at Mike again, there was already turtle meat that was pierced with wood and roasted in the fire.

"You want some?" mike asked Farah. "taste good. Very good."

As Farah shook her head, Mike said nothing to force her. At least, Mike's spirit has increased.

"No, sir," said Mike. "No food can make anyone feel optimistic. Accept reality! Why do you look so sad? Tomorrow morning, we'll get back to the boat. I can assure you, that trading post is on the next island."

"Yes" said Farah gloomily. "We can follow the map you saved."

Mike sat in front of Farah, carrying the meat of a ripe turtle. "Come on. Eat a little" persuaded Mike, offering the turtle meat. "Your body will get a little energy. There's no point in starving yourself."

Farah stared at the tortoise's flesh lethargically and bit it a little, as Mike placed it right in front of his nose, and he had no energy rejecting it. The smell of meat was disgusting, it tasted terrible. It was food for people who were unusually hungry. Farah swallowed it without thinking and bit off another piece.

"People say turtle meat is poisonous" Mike said by observing Farah eat.

Farah immediately spat it into the palm of her hand.

Had enough. Farah felt very tired, but she would not sit down. Farah picked up a long, crooked stick at the end and walked up to Mike, challenging the man like a swordsman.

"Prepare!" mike exclaimed as he brandished the stick previously used to pierce the flesh of a turtle. The two no longer had the remaining energy to do so, so their fight only lasted for a short while, filled with jokes and laughter. Expel sand flies, kick dust, jump towards each other. The two exhausted fighters leaned against the trunk of the chestnut tree, brushed off the mosquitoes with their hands, and listened to the night chants. How many kinds of symphonies are heard on a quiet night. The sounds of humming, hissing, whistling, and bird squealing. The luminous moon hung above them, so close and great....

At daybreak, Farah woke up, confused, and stiffened. Mike is still asleep, and neither is he awake, so Farah knelt beside Mike's dusty body and tried to wake him up in various ways.

But Mike is dead. Sharp instincts warn Farah before she can roll the man's body to her back, feeling Mike's underpowered muscles, and his already stiff body. Mike's eyes closed, his petals bluish his jaw slightly open. It's not like a person who is asleep. Last night, Mike's heart stopped beating,

Farah sat there for quite a long time, staring at Mike's corpse with great sadness.

Later, Farah realizes that she only lives alone.

Farah only realized how alone she was, trying to find the beach by herself, following the scent of the sea, but only to find that her boat had been lost to the waves.

Farah finds a ceper stone and begins digging a spot around it for Mike's grave. However, the crocodile emerges from the pool and eats Mike before Farah finishes digging. Farah immediately ran as fast as she could up the tree and stayed there, trembling with fear, trying to cover her ears so as not to hear the terrible sound below. At that time, Farah did not cry, nor did she find that her boat was gone, even when her foot stepped on something that turned out to be the rest of Mike's head. Farah tried to start doing what she learned while she was at the Dark Devil headquarters, namely survival.

Two weeks later, Farah learns what it's like to be truly alone. It is as if he were the last man on earth. Alone stared at the long night filled with bright stars and thick fog, the day was filled with the terrifying sounds of the forest realm. Hour after hour passed without listening to the voice of one man other than himself.

Various kinds of insects surrounded him endlessly. The reddish patches on his body became markers of their bite. Every morning, Farah awakens to rid her skin of ants and other insects, and mourns for her family, who will never know what her fate is.

The area around him was filled with wide vegetation. Farah did not know which ones to eat and which ones not. His experiments resulted in unspeakable suffering to his digestion. Farah was getting harder considering why escaping from the Dark Devil headquarters could seem like such a good idea. When Farah tried another tropical fruit that felt bitter and wondered if it was cassava, yam, or just God knows. He recalled the moment when he was at the Dark Devil headquarters, when he ate by the beach with Will who mocked his lips and he made a rough gesture with a finger, which even Farah did not know what it meant even though everyone around them was laughing out loud. At that time, Farah did not expect that the day would come, when she would remember the moment with a feeling of longing.

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Don't blaspheme this sweet cat.. He already suffered on a foreign island alone😂