indigenous_pepl (indigenous_pepl) wrote in off_the_map, @ 2008-02-01 22:42:00 |
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Current location: | Seminole tribe village near the shore |
Land ahoy
Humm mmm ummm. Hummm huuu mmmhh.
A cold wet cloth is laid on Jack's forehead. He's surrounded by the smells of meat cooking, fresh dirt, and fur. It's hot inside the hut but the slight breeze comes in from the open flap. Children laugh, sneaking inside to get a look at the stranger before they're shooed out. The braver boys dare each other to lift up the animal fur covering the pirate and pinch his toe before running.
The woman looking after him chides them sharply, grabbing a close one by the ear and twisting it.
She comes back humming and speaking softly to a fussing infant sharing the hut with them. She takes a seat on the other side of the hut, picking up the baby and re wrapping it in the blanket as she sings.