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 gasping in and out as

wobble back and forth. Eventually, the man ended up crashing onto

"Are you

on the

Sunta said as he

Cloyse felt all over his hairy face before inquiring, "How...how long have I been

"Three weeks, I

Soon, the other man began making a sort of snoring racket before saying, "You be dead by de time

Cloyse sat in his chair and locked his hazy eyes upon the

his arms restrained with a rusty chain from the back. His torn 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?"

Sunta walked around and stood next to Cloyse. "Doi was returning to de world

"Who ya tink ya kill, fool," Doi questioned with his head still hung low. "I know not

do know where

from side to side before saying, "Big sister not here. She gone, mon. Dey all

at that very second. His heart was beating so furiously, but the words he wanted to say had seemingly been swiped

entire body before sitting back and breathlessly

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

Arthur, Akoni and Damerae are gone, mon. They're gone

Right then, a sudden silence gripped the entire hut. The thundering waves from outside were the only things that anyone was

dey are." Cloyse

"It does not matter now." Sunta's voice shook. "Wherever dey are gone

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

sit and stare at Doi for endless minutes before he

"But where, mon?"

"Far north of

"Kingston, mon?"

further," Cloyse said. "I want my sister, old man!" he reached for

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

pair of white eyes and fangs before both Cloyse and Sunta. Before long, a

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

At that very moment, however, Sunta, with a pointy stick in his right hand, approached Doi. He took the stick and struck it against

and dragged him out of the blazing hut and onto the sandy beach before both men limped as fast as they could away from the burning structure that went up in flames a lot quicker

Sunta helped a staggering Cloyse down the empty Bloody

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