Friday, December 31, 2010

Chapter Thirty One: So you do believe in GOD

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GOD of a man







“Never give up your fight or you’ll only live to regret it.”







Chapter Thirty One: So you do believe in GOD



Dated: 1st March, 2427







The only thing predictable about life is its’ unpredictability, and borne out of this unpredictability are situations that confront if not the existence of an individual then, his morality and conscience, everything or anything dear to him, or whatever he stands for. Every individual caught between the two grinding stones of life is forced to make a choice, either to make a stand and fight, or take a course of least resistance to get out of the rut. The easiest option always happens to be a quick dash for the exit. But that escape lingers on as a less frequented and much repented memory in the library of human brain, etched for eternity. The escapes live on to witness the situation unfold again and again in their heads, regretting every time how they could have done things differently. Not necessarily because their alternate actions would have changed the outcome of the situation in their favour, in fact it could have very well snowballed into a major catastrophe. But simply because they would have been able to face up to themselves every time they are lonely enough to confront self. Their conscience wouldn’t be piercing their heart and inflicting unbearable pain, a pain not enough to make them die yet uncomfortable enough not to let them live at peace with it.







As the sun rose for another bright peaceful day, Steve opened his eyes to a surprise he had lost all hope of ever witnessing again in his life. As Steve washed his face with the salty water of the sea and looked up, his surprise was bigger than the joy that filled his heart. “Clara,” he instinctively called out, rather yelled out.







“What happened?” the shout was loud enough to wake up Clara who was sleeping metres away from the sea. As Clara got up from her bed of sand lined with a penguin skin mattress, she looked at Steve.







“They are here Clara! They are here!” Steve rushed out of the waters shouting joyfully at the top of his voice and pointing in the direction of the arriving ship.







“Oh my GOD, they are!” Clara was delighted too as she grabbed her surprised face in her hands. “Look who’s here! Your uncle Ono is here!” Clara grabbed her child in her lap as Katsuo woke up from his sleep thanks to all the commotion ever witnessed on the Adelaide shores in centuries. Clara played with Katsuo joyfully, stroking his chin and repeating the same thing over and over, “Your grandma will be here! She will take you in her arms and love you!”







“My wife is coming! My child is coming!” Steve was delighted, “Oh! I don’t even know what my wife calls him, or is it her?” His joy was boundless, he felt like jumping up and down and dancing like a child, in gay abandon with no worries of future. It was pure bliss for him, Clara and the lovely little innocent Katsuo.







They waited impatiently for the ships to sail across the last few miles, Steve walking haphazardly all over the place rubbing his hands in excitement while Clara rocked her son at times and held him close to her chest the others. She was singing anything that was coming to her mind. Steve wanted to be with his wife and hold his child for the first time, Clara wanted to show her and Nakata’s boon to Aika, her mother-in-law whom she was expecting to be too eager to see her beloved late son’s naturally born child so much so as to not miss the first trip to Adelaide shores. She was imagining how Ono would grab her son in his arms and would feel elated his brother is not dead after all. She was thinking of all the love and adulation her son will get from the people of Hatsu Saisho and how he will be the cynosure of all eyes for being the first naturally born child in ages. She was hoping people will learn to believe in GOD once again.







The motley crew of an LCM-8 and nine rafts waded its’ way through the calm waters majestically. Robin stood at the top of the deck, flanked by Daniel, Larry and Shiva while Andy manned the wheel. Robin stood with the studied elegance of a leader, his hands held behind his back, head held high and eyes looking straight ahead. An expression less face completed the Presidential look. The LCM was the first one to touch the shores as Steve and Clara rushed towards its’ docking spot. The nine rafts were vigorously oared toward the shore in a straight line, one after the other and behind the LCM-8.







As soon as the rafts touched the shore a loud cheer broke out. Everybody raised their arms up in unison and cheered and hugged each other. The chants of Robin’s name filled the air as Robin waved to everyone and was the first one to land on the shore and the rest followed suit.







Steve rushed towards them and hugged Robin, “Oh my brother, am I glad to see your beautiful face! You saved my life!”







Everybody had meanwhile gathered on the shore and now they started chanting Steve’s name.







“Shiva my friend, how are you?” Steve was overcome with emotions as he embraced Shiva with pleasure.







“I am fine! It’s so nice to see your face again,” Shiva said wiping his tears.







“Where are my wife and kid?” Steve asked.







“I am here!” Demetria emerged from the crowd. Their eyes met for the first time in nearly two years. They both stood still, looking at each other as if two adolescent lovers are looking into each other’s eyes for the first time. Their eyes brimmed and tears rolled down their whether beaten cheeks.







Not a single eye was left dry on that shore at this blissful reunion to be, almost not a single. As everybody wiped their moist eyes a child’s giggle attracted everyone’s attention. Everybody turned around and saw Clara standing there with her child held aloft in her arms and a big smile on her face, her face shining radiantly as she was choked with emotions to speak out a single word.







“Steve!” Demetria cried out, unaware of any other happening in the immediate surrounds.







“Demi!” Steve was as ignorant as well.







The two almost rushed towards each other only to be stopped in their stride by Robin who stepped right in the middle of the two.







“Whose child is that?” Robin’s hatefully coarse voice shattered the peaceful bliss of the moment.







“Sorry!” Clara thought she’s perhaps heard it all wrong.







“I said whose child is that?” Robin raised the pitch of his voice.







“That’s Nakata’s child! My husband Nakata’s,” Clara was taken aback by the unexpected stance taken by Robin.







“Don’t you dare lie to us!” Robin roared his loudest, “Speak the truth! Whose child is this?”







“What do you mean?” Steve erupted like a volcano shattering its’ dormancy, “That is Nakata’s child! Don’t you know it?”







“Nakata’s child! You’re kidding!” Robin put his hands on waist, walked up to Steve and confronted him.







“Whose child could it possibly be,” Daniel took the cue and joined in, “Who was on this deserted place?” And murmuring started amongst all those present on the shore.







“It’s Nakata’s son!” Steve took a couple of steps towards Robin who immediately withdrew.







“He’s right! It is Nakata’s son!” Andy jumped in to Steve’s defence.







“Have you completely lost your mind?” Robin immediately questioned him, “Talking all that nonsense about GOD is one thing but this is taking things to ridiculous extremes. Have you forgotten everything completely?”







“This man has lost his mind completely due to our sufferings at sea,” Daniel joined Robin in dismissing Andy’s witness, “He doesn’t even know what he is saying.”







“I know exactly what I am saying!” Andy retorted back with vengeance, “We married Nakata and Clara before Nakata died. Have you people lost all fear of GOD?”







“We never did!” Daniel retorted back.







“See! I told you. He can’t be taken seriously! He is hallucinating,” Robin replied, “If you don’t believe him ask Doctor Natalie whose patient he is. Am I right Doctor Natalie?”







“I cannot comment on what happened between the six of you as I wasn’t with you people but I don’t see any reason not to believe Andy’s version,” Natalie defended Andy.







“But you do agree that he believes in hypothetical things, doesn’t he?” Daniel asked her, “Things like GOD, HIS way and HIS meddling in our lives?”







“Yes he does!” Natalie replied in affirmative.







“Well thanks Natalie, I guess we all know whom to listen to and whom not to,” Daniel finished the argument about Andy’s ability to provide witness.







“What do you mean whom to believe or not? He is telling the truth,” Steve tried to put his weight behind Andy’s witness.







“Will you stop lying and take responsibility?” Robin exclaimed as he gulped a big lump down his throat, aware of what he was doing and scared of what Steve could do.







“Take responsibility for what?” Steve roared in Robin’s face as he stepped up to him and grabbed him from his collar.







“Watch what you’re doing Steve! He’s our president!” Shiva cautioned him.







“He’s what?” Steve was shocked, “But, what about you?”







“I quit to join a search and rescue mission for you people and we were lucky to have saved Robin, Daniel and Andy from perishing at the sea,” Shiva answered, “Your wife was the President at that time before Robin and Daniel exposed you and your dirty tricks including that of using your wife to seduce Joseph Jenkins, our former President!”







Steve was left speechless for a moment before he turned and looked at his wife whose eyes started flowing profusely as she dropped her head down. “That’s a lie!” Steve meekly replied.







“We all know what the truth is Steve. Now tell us this is your child,” Shiva stated, convinced that the child was indeed Steve and Clara’s.







“I accept that I used my wife to seduce Joseph for revenge and I brought Robin along with me for revenge as well but trust me, this is indeed Nakata’s child,” Steve accepted his role in Joseph expose, even if reluctantly.







“You are still lying Steve,” Shiva refused to accept his statement, “Robin and Daniel have told us that Nakata perished a day before you people reached the shores and also how you forced them at gun point to take the dangerous journey back while you stayed behind with Clara.”







“That’s filthy lies,” Clara who was shaken by all that has been happening finally broke her shackles and blurted out, “This is Nakata’s child. Steve is a great man who’s helped me in the tough time we had over here and that is all.”







“What did you say? Whose child is it?” Aika emerged from the crowd along with Ono and asked.







“Mother, it is your son Nakata’s child, see!” Clara moved closer to her and pressed her child, “Look at his face!”







A loud resounding slap echoed along the shores as Aika went ballistic at Clara, “You cheap-stake dirty woman! How dare you even associate my son’s name with your dirty self?”







Clara was left speechless and stunned, she couldn’t even cry.







“The whole town knows my son was a noble soul. He would never ever associate with a girl like you. Who knows how many men you have used in your life,” Aika was fierce in her assault. There was no way she would accept Clara’s child as one belonging to her son’s lineage.







Clara looked at Ono who spewed more venom at her, “You dirty woman, don’t you ever dare take my brother’s name!” And Ono spit on her face.







Clara almost fainted only for Steve to rush around and hold her from falling.







“Have you people lost all your shame and humanity?” Steve retorted.







“See who is hurt now and what their true chemistry is,” Robin used the opportunity to sow the seeds of doubt deeper.







“I will show you the real chemistry,” Steve exclaimed as he rushed back to his belongings on the side of the beach.







Meanwhile everybody started shaming Clara for her past misdeeds. Clara broke down and collapsed on her knees, her innocent child still in her arms, twisting his head around looking at what was happening.







“Now say what you have to say! Now speak your truth!” Steve rushed back with his gun and pointed it straight at Robin’s head.







“Have you gone nuts? Someone please stop this crazy man!” Robin got scared and tried to fall back and hide in the crowd.







“Come here you scoundrel and speak your truth now!” Steve fumed as he took an aim at Robin as everybody around him shrieked and scattered away.







Robin panicked, “Somebody please help me!”







“Say what you were saying!” Steve roared as his finger approached the trigger.







“How many of us are you going to kill?” Steve’s wife Demetria walked in front of Robin, her arms stretched out, “He was right! You are a monster!”







“Demi!” Steve was shocked at his wife’s stance as he immediately lowered his weapon, “He is lying! I am innocent! Trust me!”







“Trust you?” Demetria replied with hatred in her voice, “Steve, I’ve been your wife for long enough to not to!”







“He is lying! Ask Andy!” Steve pleaded.







“We all know who is lying and who is not! Your actions speak for themselves Steve!” Shiva intervened, “I am ashamed to have thought of you as my friend!”







“Shiva, you too,” Steve nearly broke down, “You know me longer than my wife, since we were kids! Please don’t say that! Kill me but don’t say you don’t trust me!”







“Steve, I don’t know this man standing in front of me anymore!” Shiva replied, “I am sorry Steve but you are a threat to the entire population of Hatsu Saisho. You can no longer be a part of our community. On behalf of the people of Hatsu and with my President’s permission, I excommunicate you with immediate effect and also pass the order for you to surrender your weapon!”







“Please don’t do it! You want my weapon, here take it! But please don’t excommunicate me! Please don’t separate me from my wife and child!” Steve pleaded as he cried and handed over his weapon to Shiva.







“I am sorry Steve, but until further notice you are hence forth no longer a part of our community,” Shiva was firm on the decision and no one present on the shore objected to it.







“Also Clara, you and your child are hence forth excommunicated as well,” Shiva completed the informal proceedings.







Demetria cried out loud as some other women in the group comforted her while Steve collapsed on to the beach, lying face down in sand and crying. Clara was still sitting motionless with her baby in her hands, but she was crying quietly. Her eyes were flowing continuously but not a single sigh escaped her lips anymore. She got up and walked towards Nakata’s grave.







“Could you please take me and my son to where our Nakata is buried,” a crying Aika requested Robin.







“I sure can Aika! I sure can! Your son was a jewel of Hatsu,” Robin replied as he led everybody to Nakata’s grave.







Meanwhile Clara had already reached Nakata’s grave and put her son besides it. She was sobbing quietly.







“That is your son’s grave,” Robin pointed out the grave to Aika and Ono.







“Get away from my son’s grave you filthy woman,” Aika roared and charged at Clara, “And take your dirty blood away from my son’s grave too or I will kill him.”







Clara immediately grabbed her child in the protection of her arms and moved away, “Please don’t hurt my child! Please don’t hurt my child! I promise I will never return to this grave until such time as you accept my child as your own.”







“Accept your dirty blood as my own, the living proof of your sins! Never!” Aika spit more venom at her.







Clara broke down inconsolably and ran away from the scene with her child. She ran to a solitary end of the beach and cried her heart out. She cried the whole day. She cried so much that her son forgot hunger for the whole day and sucked at it’s thumb instead, watching his poor innocent mother wail.







Late in the afternoon when Clara finally quietened down, the child cried out of hunger for the first time.







“I am sorry my son, I forgot! You must be hungry! Please forgive your mother!” Clara grabbed her son to feed him but forgot that she was herself hungry since the morning. There was nothing she could have fed her son. She needed to catch some food for herself before she could feed her son.







Her son cried of hunger relentlessly as she fished for his sake. GOD really tested her patience today as it took her nearly three hours before she could fish out some food for herself. She used water to pacify her hungry child all the time she could. She finally had her meal and after an hour or so, her child had the first meal of the day. She finally breathed easy.







She looked at her son and said, “I am sorry son, you had to suffer for my sins.” She broke down again.







Suddenly a loud commotion at the other end of the beach attracted her attention.







“Get the hell out of here and never ever come to me again,” Demetria yelled out hoarse at the top of her voice.







“You have been excommunicated!” Robin’s voice sounded soon after, “Leave us alone immediately or we will have to use force!”







“Yes! Do it! Hurt me!” Steve roared and got up to charge at Robin when Clara came running down to him and grabbed him from his arm.







“Don’t do it Steve! Don’t do it! That’s what he wants! That’s what he is trying to do to prove you are evil,” Clara pleaded.







“Let me go Clara! I will kill him!” Steve roared.







“No Steve, please don’t do it! Don’t do it if you love your wife and want to be back with her one day,” Clara collapsed to the ground and held Steve’s legs pleadingly.







“Yes! Take your lover away from here before we kill him,” Daniel joined in at his hateful best, “Take your lover and have another baby now!”







“Daniel!” Steve roared and charged towards him dragging Clara along.







“Get back Steve!” Shiva intervened with Steve’s gun pointing at Steve’s head, “Go away before we kill you!”







“Please Steve! Let’s go from here!” Clara pleaded with him.







“Go away Steve! You can never have me now!” Demetria told him flatly.







Steve gave out a loud painful yell and collapsed on to the ground as everybody else moved away from him. Clara comforted him and after much coaxing and cajoling was able to drag him away from the location.







“Why is your GOD doing this to me? Why?” Steve finally spoke after long silent sobbing.







“What?” Clara asked surprised.







“I said why is your GOD doing this to me? Why is HE hurting me? What wrong have I done against HIM?” Steve asked one too many questions.







“So you do believe in GOD?” Clara asked with a smile as tears rolled down her eyes.







“No I don’t! There is no such thing as GOD!” Steve retorted back.







“Then why are you blaming HIM for your misery?” Clara asked leaving Steve speechless.







“Because,” Steve tried hard but couldn’t explain it.







“Because blaming HIM for your misery relieves you of your pain. Doesn’t it?” Clara asked him again.







“I don’t know! Perhaps it does!” Steve took his time but finally realized what Clara was pointing at.







“Blaming HIM for your sufferings help you stand up and face yourself. Doesn’t it?” Clara asked him again.







“What do you mean?” Steve asked.







“Steve, we all make mistakes in our lives. We all know GOD is watching us and we all know HE will punish us for them but we still continue sinning and justifying our actions to ourselves. We comfort ourselves with the thought that there is no GOD and it was just a human invention to control other human beings,” Clara tried to explain.







“So,” Steve was all attention and already calm.







“When we suffer bad times and the going gets really tough on us we however find out the same GOD in our hearts and start to blame HIM for our misfortune and suffering. Do you why?” Clara asked.







“Why?” Steve didn’t know the answer.







“Because, by blaming HIM we avoid the origin of the thought that we are suffering the punishment for all that we have done wrong. By blaming HIM for our misfortune we try to steal the questions away from our conscience, questions that we wouldn’t either be able to answer to our conscience or questions whose answers are too uncomfortable for us. By blaming HIM we escape the prospect of facing ourselves,” Clara replied.







“So you are saying that I am suffering because of the mistakes I’ve made in my life?” Steve asked.







“Ask this question to yourself Steve and you will get your answer,” Clara replied.







Steve fell silent for a few moments. He finally asked Clara, “Then why are you suffering now? Haven’t you suffered enough already in the way of Nakata’s death?”







“No Steve! Punishment is always equal to our sins! Nakata died his own death but he left me a widow and lonely as that was my punishment for the loneliness Frank must have suffered during his last moments on this earth, the loneliness emerging from the fact that he has been cheated by the only person on this earth who belonged to him. I was the cause of two deaths, Frank’s directly and Mike’s indirectly. My life as a lonely widow is a punishment for that sin,” Clara replied.







“And what about what happened today? What is that a punishment for?” Steve asked her.







“What happened today was my punishment for the shameless acts that I committed, one of which even you were a part of and have been punished for it today by being blamed for my child,” Clara replied, “I had escaped the punishment for it so far but today my sins caught up with me. Now I am completely pure!”







“Then what about what I tried to do with you a few months back?” Steve asked.







“That was my punishment for willingly sleeping with you,” Clara replied.







“Then why is your son suffering for your sins?” Steve asked.







“He is not suffering for my sins. He is probably suffering for the sins he must have committed in his previous life, the sins that he hasn’t been punished for so far but his suffering or the thought of his suffering is actually a part of my punishment,” Clara replied.







“I don’t understand what you are saying,” Steve said.







“Steve, my son will suffer whatever he will because of his un-punished sins from his previous birth while I will see him suffer because of my unpunished sins,” Clara replied, “Sometimes when GOD can’t punish you directly because of your social stature and power, HE makes you suffer through the suffering of your kids.”







“So you think you haven’t already been punished enough?” Steve asked.







“I don’t know Steve. Maybe I have been. Only time will tell,” Clara answered, “If I have been punished my son will get accepted into his family and won’t suffer any humiliation when he grows up but if I haven’t, my son will live reminding me of my sins and administering me HIS punishment.”







“What if he has no unpunished sins against his name?” Steve asked.







“It’s not possible!” Clara replied, “If he has been born then he has to have some unpunished sins against his name else he would have made it to heaven already. However, how many sins are left against his name and how swear they were that only time will tell as his sufferings will unfold.”







“If you have explained all this then Clara, please explain this thing too, how can one get rid of the pain of suffering?” Steve asked.







“As soon as you will accept your sufferings to be an act of HIS justice and a punishment for your own sins, you won’t need to hide from your conscience anymore. You won’t be fighting two battles no longer, the battle against your troubles and the battle against your conscience. The knowledge that your sufferings are a punishment for your sins will ease the pain those sufferings cause by calming your sensitivity,” Clara explained.







“Will I get my wife and child back?” Steve’s eyes filled up when he asked Clara the only thing that was left bothering him.







“If you really love your wife then have complete faith in HIM,” Clara replied, “If HE has punished you for your sins then HE will make sure you get your love and life back as long as you don’t waver in your faith in HIM and trust yourself into HIS hands completely.”


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Sunday, December 26, 2010

Chapter Thirty: Falling forward and marching on

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GOD of a man







“Truth stands firm irrespective of the way it is interpreted and implemented.”







Chapter Thirty: Falling forward and marching on



Dated: February 2427 onwards







Centuries ago when Charles Darwin first presented the concept of natural selection little must have he thought how for ages to come, his words will not only withstand the tests of time and questions of posterity, but will also be interpreted in far wider scope than what he had envisaged them in. Natural selection is not limited in its’ scope to the organic evolution but is prevalent in every walk of life. Be it sports or education, science and technology, medicine or geography, in personal life or in society, in every conceivable field the ones to survive and succeed are always the best in their abilities. Human history at best is a catalogue of the fittest to survive.







Rosalyn, Lisa, Alexia, Rajon and Omar survived their ordeal because they didn’t panic. They were intelligent enough to convert a lost cause into a new victory. GOD’s grace was immense all this time, but the question is when will they realize it?







“Rabbits are the new carnivores?” Omar’s words had barely ventured out of his lips when a growling sound from behind stunned him into silence and so did it to Rajon.







The moment Omar turned around a menacing beast lunged at him from behind. In an instinctive reaction Omar brought his arms in between his face and the creatures advancing paws but the size of the beast and the momentum of his thrust was enough to knock Omar down on his back. The beast viciously thrust his sharp teeth towards Omar’s neck. Omar was left speechless and his throat dried down in an instant.







The next moment a loud smack silenced all the growling. One hit from Rajon’s oar knocked all the adventure out of the beast’s face. The beast moaned in pain and looked at Rajon who took another pot shot at the beast’s face. The beast’s face was smeared all over in its’ own blood. It didn’t take long for the beast to turn around and escape towards the mainland shrieking in pain. It rushed past the raft secured by the sea waters as scared Alexia and Lisa clung on to each other while Rosalyn comforted the scared kids. They were all shouting at the duo to warn them of the approaching predator but the distance and the noise of the waves drowned their warnings.







“Are you all right?” Ranjon asked the panting Omar.







“What the hell was that? What the hell was that?” Omar gulped down a big lump of saliva to wet his throat and muttered a few words.







“Must have been the rabbit mentioned in this diary,” Ranjon replied as he turned pages around and found out the diary was blank for the rest of it.







“This place is dangerous! Let’s get the hell out of here,” Omar jumped on to his feet and tried to rush back to the raft. Ranjon grabbed his arm and stopped him.







“Relax! The beast’s gone now,” Ranjon tried to calm him down.







“Who knows he might return with its’ friends,” Omar replied.







“That beast is not a human being to organise and assault,” Ranjon replied, “Besides if it hunted in packs, it wouldn’t have been alone in any case.”







“How do you know? Maybe it had wandered away from its’ kin and clan,” Omar replied.







“This is a small island!” Ranjon argued, “It cannot support a large number of carnivores as they will run out of food and perish.”







“But you agree there must be many more of its’ kind,” Omar asked.







“There definitely has to be at least one female for the continuity of the species, and there possibly might be a few more of them. Perhaps twenty or thirty more,” Ranjon replied, “As I said, its’ not a big island to support a big predator population. Remember, they feed on birds and birds don’t reproduce daily either.”







“Look! I don’t care how many of them are here, but if we have to survive over here, we need to kill them,” Omar was still scared of the thought of sharing his home with a creature that can eat him up. For the first time in his life he had met face to face with an adversary who can feed on him just like he feeds on others.







“Bad idea,” Ranjon replied, “We need to protect them from extinction. There are not many animal and plant species left in this world anyway. We need to save whatever we can.”







“Protect them? They will kill us all,” Omar argued.







“No,” Ranjon replied, “We will domesticate them, just like our ancestors did with dogs. Remember, rabbit ancestors were friendly to man. I am sure they can fill the gap left by the extinction of man’s best friend.”







Omar fell silent for a few seconds and then finally asked, “What do you want to do now?”







“Lets’ first find the basement mentioned in this diary and then try to retrieve what has been saved and preserved for someone like us to find,” Ranjon replied.







“We can do that any time now that we will be living on this island. Let’s get back to the raft first and calm down the ladies and make a plan to set ourselves up over here, “Omar commented.







“Nope, we won’t be staying here. As mentioned in this diary, there is navigational equipment including magnetic compass and maps preserved for us. There is a motor engine along with its accessories and tools to fix it up. Then there is fuel for use as well. We are going to get out of this place as soon as we can and head to where those cheats are heading,” and Ranjon knelt down and put the diary back in its’ original place the way it before as if it was never touched.







“What are you doing?” Omar asked.







“I am returning the diary to its’ original location,” Ranjon replied.







“But what for,” Omar asked.







“In case we don’t make it to the other side of the world, if someone else happens to land at this place, he or she will be able to retrieve whatever useful can be found on this island,” Ranjon replied, “Protecting what is preserved is our foremost duty now.”







“But what purpose will that solve? If we are going to take away all the stuff what will someone else find on this island?” Omar replied.







“No my friend, you are wrong. We are not going to take away all the stuff off this island. We are only going to take out the motor engine and fix it up. We will retrieve only a weapon or two in case they are still usable, and we will take only the tools we might need to fix the motor up. Rest we will put back where they were originally preserved,” Rajon replied.







“But what if we make it safely to the other side?” Omar asked.







“Then we can always return to retrieve the rest of the stuff,” Ranjon replied, “C’mon now, lets’ get to the women folk and detail them the situation.”







Soon the evening arrived and before the skies darkened some more food was hunted before everyone on the small raft retired for the night leaving Lisa on guard for the first half of the night, armed with an oar. Alexia was entrusted to take over after midnight as the men were expected to do the treasure hunt in the morning.







Far away from them sailed a group of ten vessels, one boat and nine rafts. Larry was at the wheel for the night and Robin and Daniel were outside on the deck, busy chatting in whispers.







“How long before we hit the beach?” Daniel asked.







“Another five or six days,” Robin replied.







“So have you thought about it?” Daniel asked.







“About what,” Robin wasn’t sure what Daniel meant.







“About Steve,” Daniel replied, “Have you thought anything about him?”







“What’s there to think about? He is going to get blamed for Clara’s kid who will hopefully be alive when we get there and rest will be easy,” Robin replied as if assured of an eminent victory.







“What about Andy?” Daniel asked.







“Don’t worry about him! Nobody takes him seriously anymore. Infact his insistence on GOD saving us and refusing to admit that there is no GOD has slowly and slowly decreased the number of people who support or believe him. He is the new crack in the town,” Robin replied with confidence but added distastefully, “Nobody except your girl Natalie!”







“I hate how she hangs around him all the time. I feel like killing him,” Daniel lamented, “Thanks to you I don’t even have a wife anymore.”







“Don’t fret over spilt milk,” Robin replied, “Better do something to win her admiration!”







“I don’t know what to do! She just won’t leave him and he won’t let her out of his sight,” Daniel’s anger seethed like a volcano ready to erupt, “I saw him holding her hand the other day and I felt like chopping it off!”







“Control your passions and don’t do anything stupid. Let me think about something,” Robin tried to calm him down, “I will figure out a way of nipping their budding relationship.”







“But what will you do if he told everyone about Nakata and his affair with Clara?” Daniel asked.







“Don’t worry! We will agree that Nakata and Clara had a fling but Nakata expired a day before we landed as we have already told,” Robin replied, “Thanks to his insistence that it was GOD’s wish that our wives and kids got lost in the sea, many people hate him already. If we stick to our guns and claims, let’s hope Steve will loose his mind and point his gun at us again. People will do the rest.”







“But why will he point a gun at us?” Daniel asked.







“You don’t know the frustrations of a lonely man stuck on a remote shore with a woman who doesn’t love him and another man’s child to take care of while his heart years to be with his own woman and lift his own child in his lap. His desperation to meet his wife and kid combined with the walls we will create between him and the society in general and the seeds of distrust we will sow in his wife’s heart in particular trust me, we may have to duck to save our lives.” Robin said with a hateful glint in his eyes.







Daniel nodded his head as if he could already visualize the entire setting unfolding in front of his eyes. The boat and its’ companions tugged along through the night.







The ages old sun rose again for another bright day. Rajon was the first one to get up and he woke up the rest as Alexia retired to catch some sleep. Lisa was intrusted the task of keeping the kids safe while Rosalyn was requested to accompany the men in their search for the basement and the stockpiles therein. They hunted to have their meal and then set out to find the buried, or rather submerged treasure.







They searched the entire site over and over again but no signs of a basement were found.







“Perhaps it got buried under the collapsed building,” Omar replied.







“That would be really unfortunate and will make our job way harder than what it should be,” Rajon replied.







“And why is that?” Rosalyn asked.







“Cause then we will have to clear the debris of each and every collapsed structure to find an opening into a hidden basement,” Rajon explained.







“That is indeed a scary prospect,” Omar quipped.







“Wait! What’s that?” Rosalyn noticed something and pointed it out to the others.







“What’s what?” Rajon asked.







“What’s this?” Rosalyn asked as she walked up to a small hump of sand covered, all covered with coarse long grass, and pointed out a metal piece sticking out from under it.







“Looks like a buried object,” Rajon said as he knelt down to pull the grass blades out of the sand and then used his hands to clear the sand mound above the metal object. As he pulled out more and more sand, the metal object became more and more visible but along with it became visible a heavy metal gate.







“This is it! This is the basement we are looking for,” Rajon exclaimed in delight.







Omar joined Rajon in digging with his hands as Rosalyn kept a watch to spot any predators.







After a few hours of feverish activity Rajon and Omar were finally able to clear the mount and reveal the entire metal gate of the basement. The door was rusted but still intact.







“Its’ heavy and jammed,” Rajon exclaimed as he tried hard to lift it. Omar and Rosalyn joined him and after a big effort were finally able to lift it open.







“Yes!” a delighted Omar jumped in the air, “Lets’ get inside!”







“Wait!” Rosalyn stopped them.







“Why? What happened?” Rajon asked.







“Look, I was a zoology student and I would suggest we wait for a few more minutes before we go inside,” Rosalyn answered, “There is every possibility that the place is full of air that is devoid of oxygen as I am sure we still have micro-organisms in this environment who could have used the entrapped oxygen inside long time ago. If we go inside without letting the air get refreshed we might be asphyxiated and die. And who knows the petrol and oil contained inside may have released some kind of poisonous gas inside.”







Rosalyn’s caution was well meaning and well explained, so well headed too.







After waiting for a few minutes to let the air inside the basement get refreshed Omar was the first one to venture inside. When everything felt safe he called Rajon in as well while Rosalyn stayed outside for a watch. It took them a while to get adjusted to the dimly lit dark interiors. The basement was huge and had stock piles of barrels lying all around and a huge concrete tank in the middle. The light coming from the open door was barely enough to make the things inside recognizable. Rajon and Omar walked up to the concrete tank and used all their might to try and push the heavy concrete slab that was covering it. But years of lying at the same spot had virtually sealed it to the container walls. Rajon used the handle end of the oar to hit it all around the edges trying to break the sealing. Then they finally tried again and this time the concrete slab was finally dislodged. The oil inside gave such a hateful stink the two immediately rushed outside.







“What happened?” Rosalyn asked but before they answered the stink reached her as well and she constricted her face muscles and grabbed her nose in her hand, “That’s disgusting!”







They all walked away from the basement and sat down on a side.







“Now what,” Omar asked.







“We still need to get the stuff out of there but we will have to do it quick,” Rajon asked, “I cannot stay in there long.”







“I don’t even want to go in there,” Omar replied.







“I know but we still need to do it if we are to survive,” Rajon replied.







“The anaerobic microbes must have worked on the penguin and seal fat they used along with other oils. You better wash your hands thoroughly after you get the stuff out and I’ll suggest don’t wear your clothes while pulling the stuff out as the stink might make them completely unwearable,” Rosalyn advised them.







“You mean as in naked?” Omar asked as if it was a sin she was asking him to commit, “No way! I can’t offend you or Lisa or Alexia!”







“Relax! I will be looking the other way all the time and the other two are too far off to see anything,” Rosalyn calmed him.







“She is right!” Rajon replied, “C’mon, lets’ do it!”







And the two quickly stripped away as Rosalyn turned her back towards them, still watching out for any predators. The two took deep breaths and lunged inside the basement once again and braving the stink pulled out one packed after the other from the container. Then they pulled out the motor, tool box, weapons case and other stuff. They carried all the stuff outside and rushed to the beach to have a quick shower. They returned and dressed up quickly and finally Rajon gave an all clear to Rosalyn, “Thanks for your patience and help Rosalyn, we are all dressed up now.”







They then took their time in inspecting the treasure they had pulled out. The weapons case was opened to reveal a cachet of arms. First they took out a pistol and a shotgun each and read the instructions manual to find the right calibre ammunition for them. The cutlery they were not interested in so was decided to be left back in the basement. The navigational packet was opened to reveal preserved magnetic compass, maps and instructional material. Being submerged in fat and oil in properly sealed containers and packets had made sure that weather factors didn’t cause any destruction to the material. The organic invaders that made the fat stink could neither get inside the sealed packets or containers nor could they have damaged the metallic tools or motor engine.







Next three days were spent in going through the instruction manual on how to fix the engine and make it working again. The stored seals and engine oil were used to fix the engine up and as soon as some petrol was put in the motor engine, the engine became fully operational. Their raft was now ready to be motor driven and they had all the navigational equipment needed along with simplified instructions as to how to get to mainland Australia. The only problem was how to transport the requisite amount of fuel for the trip along.







“Damn! The moment we work out one problem we are faced with another,” Omar complained.







“Don’t worry Omar! If we have made this far, we will make it all the way through too,” Lisa tried to comfort him.







“I sometimes feel something is helping us!” Alexia made a statement that surprised everyone.







“What do you mean?” Rajon asked.







“I mean, we were going to be on the raft with Ono and at the last moment we were told that we need to travel with Lisa and Rosalyn,” Alexia replied, “Then their husbands had to cheat on them and ditch us in the middle of nowhere to perish in peril. But see what happened!”







“What?” Rajon asked.







“I mean, rather than perishing without food and water on the sea we ended up on an island full of riches and life, with plenty of food and more variety than Hatsu. Infact, now we can even make an effort to join the rest,” Alexia added.







“What is your point?” Omar asked.







“Don’t you guys feel as if it was already pre-planned? Don’t you feel that something more powerful than us is helping us?” Alexia asked.







“I know what you are getting to love and I want you to stop right there. This is no time to loose our composure and senses,” Ranjon remarked and when nobody supported Alexia’s point of view she fell silent.







They scratched their head out but couldn’t find a way of transporting enough fuel along with them. Finally Omar got so frustrated that he picked up a half empty barrel of oil and threw it in the sea yelling, “All this is no use! All our efforts are a waste! We are still stuck on this island forever!”







“Relax Omar, we will find out a way, if not sooner than later,” Rajon tried to calm him down.







“Hey mom, look!” Jaden shouted in excitement as everybody turned around and looked at what Jaden was pointing at. And what everybody saw surprised them no end.







“That’s amazing!” Lisa exclaimed as they saw the half empty oil barrel tossed in the sea by Omar, floating freely.







“How did that happen?” Omar was excited and curious like a kid.







“Perhaps the air in the empty part of the sealed barrel makes it light enough to float in water,” Rosalyn tried to explain, “I mean we all know oil is lighter than water and so is air. Only thing that sinks is metal but I guess, not when it has air entrapped inside.”







“If that is true then our problem is solved too,” Rajon jumped in excitement.







“How is that?” Omar asked.







“Well, all we need to do is empty some oil out of the barrels to make them light enough to float in water, tie them up together with a rope and toe them behind our ship. We already have spare sails with us and we can get some wood from the trees over here to make the shafts for the sails. We can toe all the oil we need behind our raft.”







“But we can make a raft of the wood as well to carry the oil can’t we?” Omar asked.







“We don’t have nails to fix the wooden planks together otherwise I would have suggested that as the first thing a long time back,” Rajon replied.







“I see your point,” Omar replied.







So the next two days were spent cutting wood for the shafts for sails and organising half empty barrels into the sea and tying them up with the rope they had with them. Luckily for them, the barrels were already shallow because of the evaporation of oil over the time. So all they did was transfer some oil from one barrel they were taking along into another they were going to leave behind to preserve what was there, rather than spiling it. Everything else that they were not taking with them was once again dipped in the stinking oil container and the concrete slab covering it was restored to its’ original position. The door to the basement was closed once again.







On Rosalyn’s recommendation they searched the island for the sowed wheat and rice, and luckily for them and the human race, they found some of each growing along the edge of the lonely mountain at the top of the island. On Rosalyn’s further instruction some grass was taken along as well so as to make compost, and also taken along was a soil sample to transfer soil microbes into the new field that was going to be set up in Australia.







Once everything had been sorted out, they once again set on course for the Australian shores, their new found navigational equipment, maps and instructions being their guide and their newly fixed motor giving them speed. The night was clear and bright with half a moon above their heads and a calm sea below. They slept in peace once again as Rosalyn watched the sea ahead for the night.







The sun rose up once again breaking away the restraints of darkness that held everything in its’ bounds, releasing new waves of vibrant energy into the atmosphere. Steve woke up from his sleep and walked to the sea to wash his face. He looked up and something stuck his gaze. His jaw dropped and after a few moments of stunned silence a shriek escaped his mouth, “Clara!”










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