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The Island Part Eleven
The calm before the storm
The way to the Elysian Fields Museum of figureheads was not a difficult one. But due to the track being narrow and overarched with thorny brambles it was difficult to not pass that way without catching a few scratches on your bare arms. Compared to what had happened so far, and my mind firmly fixed on what was to come, I hardly noticed the superficial injuries.
I let Kell lead the way as he was a lot more familiar with any pitfalls we might encounter on the way. Besides, his gigantic physique might afford me some degree of protection From the onslaught of spiky branches.
In a very short time, we reached a small clearing and Kell indicated that we should stop a few minutes and simply listen to the what the night might have to tell us about what lay ahead of us.
“ This Mister Bitter Almonds….wanna give the lowdown of what I’m up against here? Forewarned is forearmed and all that, you know.”
“ Kell, you can take him for sure. I saw what you did to that bench back there and from what you told me about how you dealt with the kid……man, having swallowed an elephant, you’re hardly like to choke on a gnat.
He’s about the same height and build as me. That’s a good few inches less than you. He’s paunchy and got no physique worth mentioning. I…
