The Marroons

Posted by SgtPepper | Posted in | Posted on Wednesday, May 14, 2008

A long time ago, so long I can't remember, in a place I couldn't go back to, there was a Sgt. Saint bird street, which was odd, because it was filled with giant red oaks, all dancing with the winds of march, and there, hidden between great manors, there was a little blue house.

I remember I used to go to that house, there they lived the Marroons, an odd family, they lived on their purple berries, the only ones in the whole island, their house was supposed to be in some sort of fertile place, and nowhere else could those trees grow, or at least that's what they said.

Every spring we would arrive to Cannary shore, but for the bad time, we ended up in a island we hadn't seen before, we thought it might be a good idea to look around, maybe deal with the villagers, but as soon as we arrived the dock, we noticed there was something unusual about this people, something we had never seen before. It was not so much their looks, they were normal, just like you and me, white tall men and women, it was more like in the way the... i don't know.

The point is, that as soon as we arrived the first shop to ask for directions, people started looking at us, as if the fact of arriving in the only other ship there was not something interesting, as if the fact of we actually approaching them was the notorious action. My men and I were already suspicious, in all my years of sailor I hadn't encountered such people. They all stared at us, like expecting something ghostly would happen next, as if they thought we would vanish any second.

But that didn't stop us, we went on to a fisherman, i presume, but as we asked him, he just kept removing the scales from some rare red fish. Things started looking really odd, but to make it all worse, one of my men yelled "Capt'n look! Derz a blue man!" , then all the bunch of sissies panicked and were about to run to the ship, when the blue man looked at us, he was 60 feet away, but yet, we could perfectly see his blue face, blue hands, blue legs, and later on we noticed indeed everything was blue.

But as he walked at us, we calmed, his expression wasn't of the monstrous one we expected from a just-spotted-blue-man, he was rather happy. We also noticed that no one except form him had seemed to care about us yelling, all the other villagers were like... death, they had lost the interest on us very quickly, by the other hand the blue man was already introducing himself.

His name was Jerry Marroon, he asked us why were we there, which we had completely forgot about, and the conversation went on, and one thing led to another and we ended up being invited to his house, which was in a street like I had never seen before, every single house was exactly the same as the previous one, all very pretty and white, but they seemed... without that home warmth, And behind these houses there were red oaks, just untill almost at the end, between to big houses there stood a one story blue peculiar house.

The peculiar part, was not only because of the... blueness, it was some odd structure! It had gargoyle-like birds hanging in the entrance, he had three entrance doors, each of different sizes, and from where we stood, we could see the tip of what seemed like a gigantic tree. But the real strange things were inside, once he invited us in, there was


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