A colony of giant snake-worms surrounds them, ready to pounce were it not for some of its leaders deterring the less powerful creatures from this tempting, juicy food being miraculously presented to them. Colonel Loga is crouching inside his cage, curled up in a foetal position.
“Gimme a sign Birdseye!” the Captain mutters, hoping, desperate.
“All will be well,” Birdseye says, standing impassively.
“A sign, not a statement.”
It is to no avail: Birdseye’s strength resides in his silence. A shadow has settled and hovers above them. Then they hear it:
“AHOY! ALL ABOARD ATTACK THE FUCKING BEASTS! FRY THEM! CUT THEM! MULCH THEM!”
Ropes from above drop down and, sliding down spinning, are Spinostress, her two guards, one Monkey all grown up and…
“The fallen has arisen” the Captain says.
“Judgement day?” Birdseye inquires.
“Chloroph!” Labaguette calls.
“No. No, no, no, no,” the Captain says.
“Si, si,” Labaguette answers.
“—Count your blessings, Captain!” Spinostress yells, as she comes crashing down atop a leading snake-worm, melting it before it pops and then spreading its ashes into the dim lemony mist while the others beasts look on, unconvinced.
Chloroph, still hanging from a rope, sprinkles some powder which falls to the ground. Snake worms rush to feed from it while others decide to feed on the feeding monsters.
“Is the creature that descended friend or foe?” Birdseye asks.
“A second ago you—“
“—It has two sides to it.”
“This is the side you’ll enjoy, Birdseye. You of all birdmen creatures, surely you realise appearances can—“
“—I’M A SHE, BIRDSHITTER, I’M A FEMALE.”
To be continued…