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, God not here," the mysterious individual kept gasping in

his chair until it began to wobble back and forth. Eventually, the man ended up crashing onto the floor, with him still inside the seat. But to Cloyse, just

"Are you alright?" Sunta hurriedly aided

Crawling about on the

said as he hoisted both

hairy

"Three weeks, I am

the other man began making a sort of snoring racket before saying,

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

sitting in his own chair and had his head down with 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

"Where did you capture him?"

next to Cloyse. "Doi was returning to de world when I found him.

ya tink ya kill, fool," Doi questioned with his

do know where my

side before saying, "Big sister not here. She gone, mon.

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

Cloyse ever so diligently studied the old man's entire body

saying dat, but he is

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

gripped the entire hut. The thundering waves from outside were the only things that anyone was

dey are." Cloyse said.

voice shook. "Wherever dey are gone to, not

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

for endless minutes before he glanced back at Sunta and groaned, "Dey are

"But where, mon?"

of here," Cloyse sullenly

"Kingston, mon?"

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

mon." Doi shook

Cloyse and Sunta. Before long, a sinister growl ran up and out of Doi's throat as his face began to stretch outwards forming what looked

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

From there, Sunta grabbed a hold of Cloyse 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

back no more, boy." Sunta helped a staggering

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