“We’re collectables,” the Captain says.”
“Aren’t we on a mission?” Labaguette asks.
At that moment, a flag and three eggs appear on the ship’s deck and the resounding echo of laughter penetrates their brains from all directions. Four monkeys lost in hilarity.
“Tis all we need, mockery and sarcasms,” the Captain says, “Hey, misters, if you’re so very clever, why not tell us what you want from us? Why not share your secrets? Why not invite us to witness the scope and depth of your treasures? Because all that you are now is irritating legend, yes, you, unexplained and mysterious myth of infinite garbage! You’ve only showed yourselves cast as shadows. In truth, cowards… and you… you especially young monkeys: I fed you, protected you, let you weave your oddities inside the Insatiable Princess’ belly at will and all you can do now is to repay me by insinuating your presence and deriding us? You don’t come close to the shadows of your former selves. Consider yourselves disowned.”
And so, there is a shift in the agitated air around them, and it seems an argument takes place in the shadow, shadows amongst shadows. Fists, feet and even tails are punching, stirring breeze and winds until finally, a squeal breaks the silence and a switch is found. Here, here comes the the light. Here, an entire universe contained within a cavern of shadows with silhouettes of unfathomable treasures cut flat on unending, lit up walls.
To be continued…