The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

Chapter 6

Negril, Jamaica

"What can you hear, my boy?" Old man Sunta said into Cloyse's ear in a raspy, Jamaican dialect.

Cloyse, feeling completely restrained and helpless, heard everything, from the roaring waves of the sea that sounded as if he were right next to them, to his old friend, all the way to a wheezing grunt that seemingly surrounded him.

Cloyse struggled to move, but it felt as if his entire body was shut down. Just trying to wiggle one finger was like trying to sprout wings, it was virtually impossible.

"I...I cannot—

"Do not try and speak yet, just focus on trying to see." Sunta spoke softly into the young man's ears.

Cloyse did as he was told and bore down in the hopes of trying to revive his vision all over again. In fact, his eyes were wide open; it was just the blackness that appeared more like fog that kept him from seeing clearly.

"Dey gone...dey gone far away," the wheezing individual from somewhere within the area groaned.

"Be silent, devil!" Sunta scolded the man. "Now, continue to focus on what you want to see, my boy."

Cloyse squeezed and stretched until the blackness in front of him gradually formed into splotches.

"I can...I can see it." Cloyse fought to utter in his own broken English.

"Good, good, now keep on!" Sunta gleefully urged.

Cloyse kept stretching before even more forms began coming into sight. Before long, globs and splotches eventually turned into brightness. It was so bright in fact that Cloyse had to shut his eyes momentarily just to shield from the rays.

"Can you see now?" Sunta asked.

Cloyse ever so slightly nodded yes before going back to trying to twist his finger all over again. Much like before, attempting such a task was arduous, but the man kept at it until one moving finger turned into three, and after three, an entire right hand.

"You can move now?" Sunta sounded surprised.

"No good, boy, you be dead by sundown." The nearby groaning man uttered.

"Please, keep on! You are almost free!"

Cloyse persisted until he was able to fully operate his right hand. All of the sudden, the young man began to cry like a child. He wept so hard that his entire body began shaking inside the chair in which he was seated.

"God be praised, he is coming back!"

here," the mysterious individual kept

to wobble back and forth. Eventually, the man ended up crashing onto the floor, with him still inside the seat. But

"Are you alright?"

Crawling about on the warm, gravely floor,

"Careful." Sunta said as he hoisted both Cloyse and his chair right

Cloyse felt all over his hairy face

"Three weeks, I

of snoring racket before saying, "You be dead by de

Cloyse sat in his chair and locked his hazy eyes upon the man who was seated

and ragged pants looked as if he had worn the same clothing for years without ever changing. His emaciated, grey-haired, bare chest looked like he hadn't been nourished in ages. He appeared such a pathetic sight, but inside Cloyse's heart, only disdain seized him. There wasn't a single

"Where did you capture him?" Cloyse

to Cloyse. "Doi was returning to

kill, fool," Doi questioned with his head still hung low. "I know

do know

Doi shook his head from side to side

second. His heart was beating so furiously, but

entire body before sitting back and breathlessly uttering,

saying dat, but he is an old fool!" Sunta

"No, no, Arthur, Akoni and Damerae are gone, mon. They're gone

sudden silence gripped the entire hut. The thundering waves from outside

where dey are." Cloyse said.

not matter now." Sunta's voice shook. "Wherever

grunted. "God not here no more, mon. Who won test de devil now dat he loose? Who won test de unknown devil now

Doi for endless minutes before he

"But where, mon?"

"Far north of here," Cloyse sullenly

"Kingston, mon?"

"No...even further," Cloyse said. "I want my sister, old man!"

"No, no, no, no big sister, mon." Doi shook his head. "No...I have no more

aged head to reveal a pair of white eyes and fangs before both Cloyse and Sunta. Before long, a sinister growl ran up and out of Doi's throat as his

could do was try and scoot backwards, away from the oncoming

very moment, however, Sunta, with a pointy stick in his right hand, approached Doi. He took the stick and struck it against the gravely floor before igniting Doi from his feet all the way to his

him out of the blazing

back no more, boy." Sunta helped a staggering Cloyse down the empty Bloody Bay

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