The Island of Hispaniola

Some days and some moons later. Sometime after all the smoke has cleared. Time passes, and it moves along like the rushing of the wind:

He was a small, portly black boy with the looks of a ten year old. His dreadlocks hung partially over his eyes which in turn always seemed to cause his vision to appear blurry with every waking morn. With only a brown rag covering his midsection the child blundered out of the mouth of his cave home and onto the bright morning shore where the sun glistened down upon the white sands of the beach.

The little barefooted boy stepped lightly upon the hot sands towards a large rock that towered well over a hundred feet above him. Leaning up against the rock was a sharp pole which the boy promptly grabbed before heading further down the beach where the roaring waves brushed against his feet until he arrived at a nearby lagoon. The lagoon itself was a peaceful and secluded slice of the island that the boy held in the highest regard. It was always the first place he went in the morning and the last he visited at night before turning in. The rest of the island, from his standpoint, was inconsequential. Nothing existed beyond the lagoon.

As he approached the lush, blue pond, the boy, with his pole, stopped short of the sparkling water to take a long gander upwards at the glowing, blue sky and the sun that shined within it. At the edge of the lagoon the boy could already see the pupfish swimming carelessly inside the luscious, blue water. The deeper he ventured towards the lagoon the more distant the sound of the sea's waves behind seemed to become. With as many pupfish as his eyes could see all at once the boy couldn't seem to make up his mind as to where to begin. He just randomly picked one particularly clear spot within the water and started spearing. With not much precision in his aim the child stabbed his spear into the water as hard as he could in the hopes of tagging at least one or two fish for breakfast that morning.

It took countless minutes for him to poke one before it managed to swim away leaving only a trickling trail of blood in its wake. Time and time again he shot at the water before at last managing to snag one. With a subdued smile the child pulled his spear out of the water before taking the fish off its sharp end and placing its quivering body on the ground behind him.

have been a king's ransom as far as he was concerned. After about five tries he managed to stab another fish and another after that one. One by one he gathered the two fish and sat them beside the already dead one before taking another shot. He suddenly spotted one particularly large fish that he just knew would possibly keep him well sated throughout not only the rest of the day, but the next as well. The boy followed the

stable footing before he rammed his spear straight in. The boy had stabbed something, and it was quite large. He had to think for a moment or two and remember the size of the thing to begin with. Its weight shouldn't have been much of an issue, but for the strangest reason trying to

until both his spear and his own body went flying backwards onto the ground. The boy looked up to see a form bubble up from out of the water. Gradually, he sat up to gain a more precise view of what was taking place. At first thought he figured it to a much larger fish that he had managed to seize, but there was something unusually odd about its form. The

Instead, he got to his feet and cautiously approached the figure that was slowly drifting towards the grass. The boy took

looked back at the sea behind him. He then knelt down and examined the corpse from side to side and from front to back. Its eyes were completely white; no pupils could be seen within them. The clothes, or what was left of them, were torn to bits, as was the body's

boy then caught a glimpse of the body's head that appeared as if it were about to fall right off from its shoulders. From the neck the boy went back to the face, namely the mouth. He boy opened wide the mouth to find nothing but two rows of sharp fangs. Instantly, the boy backed away from the body and just stood above it in silent

until he reached his cave. At first, the cave was dark. The darkness continued for nearly an entire minute before light could be seen. Inside a small corner of the cave were tiny

The sweating boy simply dropped the body onto the ground before he went over to what appeared to be a makeshift, rock shelf where two bowie knives, a red, rubber ball and a cracked mirror were all stored. He then sat and stared at the dead man and his unusual mouth that seemed to fascinate him to no end. The hard staring lasted at least fifteen whole, silent minutes. After that,

of searing flesh consumed the cave enough to where even the boy had to cover his nose and mouth. Its abundant stench seemed to engulf the senses in a way that burning flesh hadn't

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