Then, the shadow on this universe’s wall rematerializes displaying three monkeys holding each other in such manner as to form an almost perfect egg shape. Underneath it, the shadow of the Syck Monkey is holding the egg stable above his head, his tail weaving a dance, a charming snake, insinuating, dancing some more to a sound that can be felt and is palpable but that cannot be heard.
“This is all very charming,” the Captain says, “but—”
His last words are drowned by Recovery Space Shuttle 593’s engines pulling from its mooring at full thrust. Vapours and smoke invade all that surround as light flickers before disappearing and the clear track of the shuttle leaves its mark behind it, opening a piece of sky that could not be seen before under these latitudes: a clear, blue and pristine sky only seen back on earth.
“Look!” the Captain exclaims, unable to find a better word as smoke soon closes his vision of heaven on earth with great big swirls of pinks, white and grey puffs before engulfing it once more with its darker blanket.
“We’ve achieved nothing. We’ve met a Shuttle that has not even been collected by the Syck Monkey. My patience has its limits. We too should be getting back on the road. Labaguette, attend to the sails! Birdseye, perch at the front will you, and look out for surprises!”
“Ai, Ai Captain!” Labaguette retorts, “whereto?”
“Anywhere so long it’s outta here bird!”
“There’s no wind and—,” Birdseye says.
“—we only need a sea,” Labaguette remarks.
“We won’t get away so easily without some tough bargaining,” Birdseye adds.
To be continued…