That being said I departed penniless for glory and gold. And what a surprise it was when an emissary suddenly demanded a payment for my transfer. Even more strange was the fact that a tribal representative was there, offering help.
You don't need to be a hound to smell "fishy" here, and I was pretty sure it wasn't the ocean around us. Still having no choice I agreed to do some chores in exchange for free passage. Between the unsteady canoe with shady looking people and His Majesties debt collectors I knew better to try my luck with the former.
The arrival didn't raise my hopes at all. While it is true that I was only given some simple tasks for the time being, I knew I couldn't trust these people at all. After all, these brutish savages weren't known for their hospitality, else they wouldn't be called that. There was no guarantee to what they were going to do with me after I'm done with their "chores", and then there was this creepy person. I didn't want to stick around long enough to find out what he meant by "time to go", I am my own man. It was time to act.
Haha, silly natives. Your primitivity is nothing to my industrious genius!
My smile quickly disappeared. Everywhere I went a dense black fog appeared to block my passage. Shivering from horror and despair I dashed for the lone opening in sight. For a moment it looked like a way to freedom, but, alas, it wasn't meant to be. The fog quickly surrounded me cutting off the last visible route.
The fog wouldn't advance, so I tried to regain my composure. For now, gathering enough information about my surroundings should help me plan my next step. So i made my way to the nearby hill.
I took a look around at the top, and the last shreds of hope began to leave my body. Black fog has completely surrounded the tribal settlement, completely warding off any passage. Damn natives and their magicks. I underestimated them.
But wait, what's that? To the north-east there was a little clearing in the fog. It didn't last long, but it was long enough for me to recognize the scenery. And the cold shivers ran down my spine.
For it was England, the very same port I departed from.
Defeated and unsure of my sanity I returned to Chief Lend-a-Hand. His words shattered the whole essence of world I was living in, and in that second I could see, no I could feel a smile full of malice behind that calm demeanor of his.
While we were trying to shape the new lands to our liking, it was the natives who were striking at our homes. Waiting for the last of us to leave his warm hearth for haven full of ships ready to sail to the new world.
But how deep is the rabbit hole really? That emissary, there is no way he is not involved in this. And what about His Majesty himself? The Natives, what is their ultimate goal? So many questions...
There is no way for me to leave the tribal settlement now. It could be that they need a whiteskin like me for some dark plot of theirs, but I don't really care anymore.
For the black sky is foreshadowing, and you should know better as to mess with power beyond your understanding.
