The caves of Walla.
I walked the beach, heading towards the lored caves of Walla after that bloody unpleasant trip across the Atlantic on that miserable liner.
I passed a man on the beach and I undertsood his swahili dialect but I brushed him off, I couldn't care less what that ponce thought. I had a mission for being here and I wasn't leaving until the sodding chip was out of my head.
I entered the caves and studied the artwork for a while. Well not classical artwork in a bloody frame, more like primitive carvings that were a little too inticately woven. It didn't really hold with the reputation of the mojo man of Walla's reputation.
I looked around at various openings, calling for him to come out with a hello, waiting to see what this ponce was really all about, ready to do what it took to become myself again.
Then he appeared, drenched in the shadows, the normal eye wouldn't have been able to make out what he had said, but I saw him clearly enough to know that he didn't bloody want to be seen.
"You seek me Vampire?" He said in a deep tone that did very little to frighten me.
I passed a man on the beach and I undertsood his swahili dialect but I brushed him off, I couldn't care less what that ponce thought. I had a mission for being here and I wasn't leaving until the sodding chip was out of my head.
I entered the caves and studied the artwork for a while. Well not classical artwork in a bloody frame, more like primitive carvings that were a little too inticately woven. It didn't really hold with the reputation of the mojo man of Walla's reputation.
I looked around at various openings, calling for him to come out with a hello, waiting to see what this ponce was really all about, ready to do what it took to become myself again.
Then he appeared, drenched in the shadows, the normal eye wouldn't have been able to make out what he had said, but I saw him clearly enough to know that he didn't bloody want to be seen.
"You seek me Vampire?" He said in a deep tone that did very little to frighten me.