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<blockquote data-quote="Altalazar" data-source="post: 3032746" data-attributes="member: 939"><p>Book IV </p><p></p><p> Kamakawiwo – Chapter Twenty-Seven – Home Sweet Kalo</p><p></p><p> My makamakas and I returned home to Kalo to spend many fine weeks relaxing, eating Kuava Fruits, drinking Bakua punch, and spending lazy afternoons out in hammocks by our Inn, watching villagers pass by and enjoying the view of the lush tropical greenery and the sounds of the many birds and animals that thrive in our fertile land. </p><p> Akowe-Ke provided his wisdom again, taking my many coins and promising to return with something to help me against the bullies of the Island. He would disappear for days at a time, working his strange magics in his room, emerging only after completing another one of his trinkets for his friends. For me, Akowe-Ke transformed my pile of coins into a belt he said would make me stronger and an amulet he said would protect my skin from the sharp bully barbs of the Island. I asked him if he could make my tiki-stick even stronger, and he said he could, but not just yet. I could hardly contain my excitement. Bullies beware! Kamakawiwo is coming!</p><p></p><p> Kamakawiwo – Chapter Twenty-Eight – Friends on the Kapakai Need Help with Bullies</p><p></p><p> Our blacksmith makamaka told us of another makamaka of hers who needed our help with bullies. This friend was named Keanu Kahlua and lived on the kapakai in Kulana. We traveled down the river to Kulana, taking the waters almost right to the kapakai and into the kai. We met Keanu and found him to be a great kalepa, owning many great ships selling many wondrous goods to the good people of the Island. </p><p> Keanu informed us that his great ships were being raided by sea bullies in ships of their own. He provided us with a map of where he thought the sea bullies resided, some distance away to the west, along the kapakai on the northern side of the Island. </p><p> I was particularly excited. Sea bullies! They might be the ones responsible for my missing makua kane’s fishing boat! Of course we agreed to help!</p><p></p><p> Kamakawiwo – Chapter Twenty-Nine – Traveling on the water, no bullies in sight!</p><p></p><p> I spent all my days on deck of the great ship we traveled on, my eyes looking out into the vastness of the kai, looking for any sign of the sea bullies or of my makua kane. Much to my sorrow, I never saw either, but my heart grew bigger with each passing day as we grew closer to the sea bulllies’ cove, which they called ‘Dead Man’s Cove.’ Our ship captain told us we could not approach by kai, because the reefs were dangerous and they would spot us. Our map, instead, showed a land route into their cove.</p><p> I asked the captain if he ever saw my makua kane’s fishing boat, but he never did. I asked him to keep a lookout for it from then on. He must be out there! Or perhaps the sea bullies will know!</p><p> The captain dropped us on a small beach and departed, wishing us luck. Kai’lei and Talar quickly leapt into the water and scouted on ahead, Talar’s gills providing him much utility in the kai. Elves of the kai, they were called, and they put their name to the test that day. </p><p> While they were gone, I gathered many of the bounties of the kai, from the large T’Nana fish of the shallows to the tiny Seek’Kai fish that provide little nourishment, but much flavor to the dishes of the kai. By the time they returned with news, I had a full meal prepared for us all, though my makamakas, as usual, did not partake of it as much as I, no doubt their way of showing appreciation to me for my cooking, letting me eat most of its fruits. </p><p> Talaar told a tale of a crescent-shaped cove guarded by sea bullies toward the kai on cliffs at each end, and by many sea bullies on land, in small buildings. Their ship was not to be seen, a boon for us, for that would reduce the bullies we would fight at first. But I worried that the sea bullies who would know of my makua kane would be out on the kai. </p><p></p><p> Kamakawiwo – Chapter Thirty – We approach the sea bullies, take sentries, then all!</p><p></p><p> We walked for a day on a broken trail through the very lush, and sometimes nearly impassible, undergrowth. In an effort to aid my makamakas, I cleared a path with my great girth as we walked, and when we stopped, I cleared more of a path by helpfully removing everything in our path that was edible and preparing it for a trail-snack. The path to Dead Man’s Cove was delicious!</p><p> Once the cove was in sight, Akowe-Ke said we should take care of the sentry bullies first, so they could not warn the others. And so we crept out onto the cliff to the east, moving quietly, trying not to stir the sea bully who sat at his fire-post, ready to warn his sea bully makamakas about us. </p><p> Somehow, even in my large metal shell, he never heard me approach. Something inside me told me it was wrong to simply dispatch him, bully though he was, when he was so helpless. But if we did not, he would warn the other sea bullies. If he warned the other sea bullies, they might stop us, they might get away. If they got away, I’d never see my makua kane again! They took my makua kane! My wonderful makua kane, out on the kai, getting the fish to feed his family. That is wrong! Bullies are wrong! Bullies must be taught! Sea bullies took my makua kane! Before I knew it, I found myself standing right over the sea bully sentry. I discovered that my tiki-stick was buried deeply into his shoulders, his head and brains squashed beneath my tiki stick. He would never harm my makua kane again! </p><p> We quickly did the same with the other sentry at the other end of the cliffs above the cove, and then we moved toward the sentries below. We moved quietly. We moved slowly. Akowe-Ke made my tiki-stick cold with the bite of frost. He did the same for Talar. But our stealth was not to be. The sentry saw us as we approached him above the beach in the cove, just outside the longhouse. He yelled “intruders! Intruders!” at the top of his lungs and then charged us. Before I could take a step myself, Akowe-ke touched me and made me eight times my normal size, increasing my tiki-stick to the size of the greatest trees of the jungle, the ancient ones. </p><p> I charged. Sea bullies who took my father would feel the wrath of my bully-stick! </p><p> So many sea bullies came out of the long house, I lost track of how many I felled. At least a dozen sea bullies felt the lessons of my tiki-stick that day. Talar, Akowe-Ke, and Gali dealt with a dozen more. Several ran and several surrendered at our feet. When the fog cast by Kai’lei cleared, their bodies filled my sight. My vision was almost red with the lessons I gave them. The roar in my head from the frenzy of the bully-fight gave way to the loud roar of the kai below us. I looked down at our two prisoners and hefted my tiki-stick. </p><p> “WHERE IS MY MAKUA KANE!” I shouted at them, tiki-stick swinging wide…</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Altalazar, post: 3032746, member: 939"] Book IV Kamakawiwo – Chapter Twenty-Seven – Home Sweet Kalo My makamakas and I returned home to Kalo to spend many fine weeks relaxing, eating Kuava Fruits, drinking Bakua punch, and spending lazy afternoons out in hammocks by our Inn, watching villagers pass by and enjoying the view of the lush tropical greenery and the sounds of the many birds and animals that thrive in our fertile land. Akowe-Ke provided his wisdom again, taking my many coins and promising to return with something to help me against the bullies of the Island. He would disappear for days at a time, working his strange magics in his room, emerging only after completing another one of his trinkets for his friends. For me, Akowe-Ke transformed my pile of coins into a belt he said would make me stronger and an amulet he said would protect my skin from the sharp bully barbs of the Island. I asked him if he could make my tiki-stick even stronger, and he said he could, but not just yet. I could hardly contain my excitement. Bullies beware! Kamakawiwo is coming! Kamakawiwo – Chapter Twenty-Eight – Friends on the Kapakai Need Help with Bullies Our blacksmith makamaka told us of another makamaka of hers who needed our help with bullies. This friend was named Keanu Kahlua and lived on the kapakai in Kulana. We traveled down the river to Kulana, taking the waters almost right to the kapakai and into the kai. We met Keanu and found him to be a great kalepa, owning many great ships selling many wondrous goods to the good people of the Island. Keanu informed us that his great ships were being raided by sea bullies in ships of their own. He provided us with a map of where he thought the sea bullies resided, some distance away to the west, along the kapakai on the northern side of the Island. I was particularly excited. Sea bullies! They might be the ones responsible for my missing makua kane’s fishing boat! Of course we agreed to help! Kamakawiwo – Chapter Twenty-Nine – Traveling on the water, no bullies in sight! I spent all my days on deck of the great ship we traveled on, my eyes looking out into the vastness of the kai, looking for any sign of the sea bullies or of my makua kane. Much to my sorrow, I never saw either, but my heart grew bigger with each passing day as we grew closer to the sea bulllies’ cove, which they called ‘Dead Man’s Cove.’ Our ship captain told us we could not approach by kai, because the reefs were dangerous and they would spot us. Our map, instead, showed a land route into their cove. I asked the captain if he ever saw my makua kane’s fishing boat, but he never did. I asked him to keep a lookout for it from then on. He must be out there! Or perhaps the sea bullies will know! The captain dropped us on a small beach and departed, wishing us luck. Kai’lei and Talar quickly leapt into the water and scouted on ahead, Talar’s gills providing him much utility in the kai. Elves of the kai, they were called, and they put their name to the test that day. While they were gone, I gathered many of the bounties of the kai, from the large T’Nana fish of the shallows to the tiny Seek’Kai fish that provide little nourishment, but much flavor to the dishes of the kai. By the time they returned with news, I had a full meal prepared for us all, though my makamakas, as usual, did not partake of it as much as I, no doubt their way of showing appreciation to me for my cooking, letting me eat most of its fruits. Talaar told a tale of a crescent-shaped cove guarded by sea bullies toward the kai on cliffs at each end, and by many sea bullies on land, in small buildings. Their ship was not to be seen, a boon for us, for that would reduce the bullies we would fight at first. But I worried that the sea bullies who would know of my makua kane would be out on the kai. Kamakawiwo – Chapter Thirty – We approach the sea bullies, take sentries, then all! We walked for a day on a broken trail through the very lush, and sometimes nearly impassible, undergrowth. In an effort to aid my makamakas, I cleared a path with my great girth as we walked, and when we stopped, I cleared more of a path by helpfully removing everything in our path that was edible and preparing it for a trail-snack. The path to Dead Man’s Cove was delicious! Once the cove was in sight, Akowe-Ke said we should take care of the sentry bullies first, so they could not warn the others. And so we crept out onto the cliff to the east, moving quietly, trying not to stir the sea bully who sat at his fire-post, ready to warn his sea bully makamakas about us. Somehow, even in my large metal shell, he never heard me approach. Something inside me told me it was wrong to simply dispatch him, bully though he was, when he was so helpless. But if we did not, he would warn the other sea bullies. If he warned the other sea bullies, they might stop us, they might get away. If they got away, I’d never see my makua kane again! They took my makua kane! My wonderful makua kane, out on the kai, getting the fish to feed his family. That is wrong! Bullies are wrong! Bullies must be taught! Sea bullies took my makua kane! Before I knew it, I found myself standing right over the sea bully sentry. I discovered that my tiki-stick was buried deeply into his shoulders, his head and brains squashed beneath my tiki stick. He would never harm my makua kane again! We quickly did the same with the other sentry at the other end of the cliffs above the cove, and then we moved toward the sentries below. We moved quietly. We moved slowly. Akowe-Ke made my tiki-stick cold with the bite of frost. He did the same for Talar. But our stealth was not to be. The sentry saw us as we approached him above the beach in the cove, just outside the longhouse. He yelled “intruders! Intruders!” at the top of his lungs and then charged us. Before I could take a step myself, Akowe-ke touched me and made me eight times my normal size, increasing my tiki-stick to the size of the greatest trees of the jungle, the ancient ones. I charged. Sea bullies who took my father would feel the wrath of my bully-stick! So many sea bullies came out of the long house, I lost track of how many I felled. At least a dozen sea bullies felt the lessons of my tiki-stick that day. Talar, Akowe-Ke, and Gali dealt with a dozen more. Several ran and several surrendered at our feet. When the fog cast by Kai’lei cleared, their bodies filled my sight. My vision was almost red with the lessons I gave them. The roar in my head from the frenzy of the bully-fight gave way to the loud roar of the kai below us. I looked down at our two prisoners and hefted my tiki-stick. “WHERE IS MY MAKUA KANE!” I shouted at them, tiki-stick swinging wide… [/QUOTE]
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