Posts from Lucent Wish

Sounds intriguing...

I like stories and drawings. And music, of course.

Those who don't draw or write are losers and gays.

Sorry, I was born this way.

I've been on the same forum with Revn for ages, and only now I found out he's a loser and a gay guy :(
Are you awake? Will there be any pics? I sent you mine, did you see it?

It’s not even 28 yet...

Siva is already around 28, and Neyra and Sesam are definitely older.

It's 9:42 for me.

Added in 1 hour 52 minutes


Added in 4 minutes

Cast of Characters.


Veran Azuchi, a smart man, wealthy, lustful, a philanthropist. Organizer of an expedition to who-knows-where. Lover of overseas maidens and card games.


Kkora Azuchi, artist, poetess, prude. Veran's older sister. Hides tea under her dress. Draws obscene pictures that she keeps hidden from everyone.


Eira Azuchi, medical university student, troublemaker, soulless. Veran's younger sister. Hides two pistols under her dress. Knows how to catch fish with her bare hands.


Nemt Ronto, a virtuous lover of mankind, a holy man. Doctor of Medical Sciences, amateur anthropologist, friend of the Azuchi family. Tells little jokes. Secretly desires to sin.


Selp Larone, educated, revolutionary, not like everyone else. Doctor of Physical and Mathematical Sciences, meteorologist, amateur philosopher, friend of the Azuchi family. Despises summer, respects spring, denies autumn, adores winter. Believes he sins too little.


Orandar Blestyash, dreamer, proud, hypocrite, not a cutie. Captain. Dances ballet. Tolerates hard objects. Loves to smear himself with thick substances.


Nekol Inmong, dry as dust, truth-seeker, brave heart. First Mate. Carries a large knife. Cuts without a knife. Hates hypocrites and dreamers.


Revs Feli, fighter, fencer, sigher. Navigator. Eats soup with a fork. Developed his wrists by jerking a dagger.


Oben Tum, silent type, slow-witted, lazybones. Second Mate. Spent three years on a deserted island, which turned out to be inhabited, and wasn't even an island at all.


Istoger Gar, lover of obscene drawings, shy guy, cute fatty. Cartographer. Highlights city names very heavily. Dreams of groping more than just maps.


Ikdn, strange, incomprehensible, shaman. Native who bought a spot on the ship for a handful of shiny pebbles for reasons unknown. Sleeps standing up. Beats his tambourine very quietly.


Gad Daver, rude, handsome, womanizer. Boatswain. Knocks out with one blow. Pities the ugly ones. Knows every conceivable and inconceivable swear word.


Zemsa, cutie, barely dressed, daughter of the chief. Native whom the boatswain stole from one of the islands. Good with her hands. Understands the language but cannot say anything in it.


Gilekal Swan, hard-hearted, drunkard, arsonist. A monk forced upon Veran by the church so that he would not forget the Lord God. Became a monk after burning his wife for infidelity. While drunk, performed a wedding ceremony for Gad and Zemsa.


Mimokh Hobl, beer-lover, shorty, sturdy. Sailor. Was in a happy binge for two years. Rejoices in life when everyone else is miserable.


Mas Trevish, writer of poems, composer of music. A wandering musician whom Orandar met in town and hired to delight his hearing with musical pieces during the long voyage. Does not stand in lines. Looks from under a hood.


Dem Sonjer, joker, kind-hearted, somewhat greedy. Cook. Sees the same dream every night. Bought wooden horses for his daughters before going to sea.


Sokt Tax, trickster, rascal, freedom-lover. Assistant cook. Eats raw dough. Knows how to give foot massages.

Act One

Scene One

The Azuchi family estate. Evening. Veran's mother runs back and forth across the room, wailing.

Mother. Almighty Merciful All-Good Lord! What are you doing, you monster?!
Veran. Maman, calm down, just calm down. These are new opportunities, new horizons, an incredibly interesting journey, after all. And our beautiful young queen tossed us some money, which cannot help but be pleasing!
Mother. Fine, you blockhead, you're dragging yourself who-knows-where and for what, you're always wanting more of everything, but why are you taking your sisters?! They are so young and naive! And besides, on a ship, there is a bunch of filthy sailors and other foul personalities, like this friend of yours Blestyash—how did he even become captain? What if my girls are stripped of their honor there?! My God, I won't survive this! (Maman turns pale and sits on a chair, covering her face with her hands.)
Veran. I won't let them be harmed! Besides, they themselves expressed a burning desire to join me!
Mother. Oh, oh, if only your father were alive! Woe is me, woe!

Upper deck of the ship. Morning. The ship "Bright Desire" has been sailing for two months now. Sailors are scrubbing the deck. Near them, in a short dress, Eira walks back and forth, swaying her hips. The sailors try not to look at her. Oben comes onto the deck.

Oben. Whut you doin'?
Eira. I'm tormenting these miserable little men, ha-ha!
Oben. Go away.
Eira. No, I won't go!
Oben. Veran promised to personally cut off the pipi of anyone who touches his sisters even with a finger.
Eira. I don't feel sorry for their pipis!
Oben. Neither do I. But we need working sailors. We don't need morally broken cripples without pipis.
Eira. Well then, they shouldn't touch me, ha-ha!
Oben. Sooner or later they won't be able to resist and will touch.
Eira. I don't care!
Oben. Go away.
Eira. Make me!

Oben takes a bucket of water and pours the contents over Eira. Eira becomes all wet. The sailors laugh and whistle. Oben's face still expresses no emotion. Eira gets angry, threatens Oben with retribution and leaves. Oben looks thoughtfully into the distance, hands folded behind his back; the sailors hum a song about a wet maiden.

Scene Two

Middle deck of the ship. Istoger is heading somewhere with a bundle of maps. Wet Eira comes toward him. He looks at her in surprise and prays that she doesn't speak to him. Eira stops abruptly and blocks Istoger's path.

Eira. Hi pookie (Eira smiles and winks at Istoger.)
Istoger. Good morning, Miss Eira.
Eira. Don't you want to know what happened to me?
Istoger squints and turns his head away, afraid to continue the conversation, but still squeezes out a question.
Istoger. Whut happened to you?
Eira. Ooo! I was thinking of you, my dear, and I got so hot that I had to pour a bucket of cold water over myself to cool down. Wouldn't you like to help a lady change her wet dress?
Istoger. Nno, sorry, I need to work…
Istoger turned red, sweated, and tried to go around Eira, but she wouldn't let him and pinned him against the wall. The maps fell to the floor.
Eira. Are you sure?
Istoger. I i i…
Istoger's eyes darted from side to side; he didn't know how to answer and mumbled something incoherent.
Eira. Fine, I'll ask someone else.
Eira stepped away from Istoger and, laughing loudly, headed to her cabin. With shaking hands, the cartographer took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat from his face. Then he gathered the maps and went where he had intended.

Scene Three

Lower deck of the ship. Evening. Oben, Mimokh, and Dem are playing cards for money. Gilekal enthusiastically and with fire in his eyes tells Zemsa about Christian virtues and what they do to unfaithful wives in his country; Sokt tries to hit on the girl. Gad enters.

Sokt. Cutie-pie, come here, I don't bite.
Gad. Are you f*cking out of your mind, you faggot?! Get your dirty appendages away from my native girl, or I'll shove a spoon up your ass! The biggest one I can find. It'll come out through your mouth.
Sokt silently removes his hands and sits down with the others to play cards.
Gilekal. The main thing is to observe God's commandments and fear God. And unfaithful wives must be killed. Preferably burned. Preferably publicly. Also, you need to dress decently, otherwise almost everything is visible.
Gad. She doesn't need to dress; let her walk like that.
Gilekal. There, obey your husband, he is the head.
Gad. Yes, I am the head! Hey, what are you playing for, coppers again?
Mimokh. There's nothing more to play for, at least not for me.
Dem. I can bet a mutton leg.
Gad. Gilekal, sit and play with us.
Gilekal. No, gambling is sinful.
Dem. I bet a barrel of rum instead of coppers!
Gilekal. I'm in!
Everyone laughs, Gad gropes Zemsa for luck, Sokt is jealous.

Scene Four

Middle deck corridor. Evening. Near Miss Kkora's cabin, Revs sits and quietly reads poems.

Revs. Did you like it?
Kkora. It is wonderful, Sir Revs! Wonderful!
Revs. Oh, what a pity that I cannot see you. As for the rest, I won't even mention it. Your brother is cruel and heartless!
Kkora. He did not love, and will never love, so he will be unable to understand us.
Revs. What shall we do? What?
Kkora. Forget about me. Forget my existence. I will marry whoever my brother appoints. And you will meet another. Better and more beautiful than I.
Revs. No! I don't want another! I only need you!
Kkora. Quiet, quiet, they might hear us. My brother will find out and cut off your pipi, even though you haven't touched me.
Revs. Let him cut it! I don't need a pipi! I am ready for anything for you! Open this cursed door, I beg you!
Revs fell silent and thought about his words regarding the uselessness of the pipi. Nekol enters.
Nekol. Hanging around here again, dripping snot. You don't value your pipi at all. Blestyash sent me; he wants to see Kkora. And you, go to the wheel, relieve the sailor who is standing watch for you.

Scene Five

Captain's cabin. Evening. Orandar sits on a luxurious sofa, drinking expensive wine, enjoying communication with Selp and Nemt; Mas quietly plays pleasant music. Nekol and Kkora enter.

Orandar. Kkora, my dear, I have work for you, I will pay you well for it.
Kkora. What kind of work?
Orandar. To paint a picture of me as magnificent!
Kkora. What exactly do you want?
Orandar. Me, stark naked, on this modest bed.
Selp chuckles, Mas looks at Orandar with a distrustful gaze, Nekol snorts.
Kkora. Do you want me to start today?
Orandar. We shall begin tomorrow morning. Today you may relax with us; your brother won't mind. Sir Selp preaches about the emancipation of women—have you heard of such a phenomenon?
Kkora. I've heard a little.
Orandar. And he speaks much; sit, I will pour you wine myself. Sir Nekol, you may go.
Nekol silently turns around and leaves. Selp speaks, Nemt is thoughtfully silent, Mas plays, and Orandar and Kkora listen and drink wine.

Night falls. The sea roars. The wind blows. Ikdn quietly beats his tambourine.

Act Three

The ship gets caught in a severe storm. It begins to sink near a small island. Veran, his sisters, Nemt, Selp, Istoger, Mas, Nekol, and Revs manage to leave the ship along with provisions and some useful things before it is struck by lightning. Blestyash remains on the ship until the last moment. The ship sinks. The fate of the other crew members is unknown.

Scene One

Early morning. Seashore. Slightly wet and hungry, the survivors actively discuss a plan for further action.

Veran. Two more of our ships were following us. If they survived the storm, they will pass by this island in a few days. We must prepare. We'll need to light a large bonfire to signal them.
Nekol. And what if they didn't survive?
Veran. We'll think about that in a few days. For now, take Nemt and Selp with you and walk along the shore. Perhaps someone from the crew survived.
Eira. Brother, I'll go with them; maybe someone is wounded and Doctor Nemt will need help.
Veran. Fine, but be careful.
Istoger. What is that over there?
The cartographer pointed toward the sea. A piece of the ship with the wheel drifted to shore. On this fragment, chest proudly puffed out and holding tightly to the wheel, stands Orandar. Unwavering confidence and determination are written on his face. The waves gently push the fragment to the shore. Captain Blestyash salutes.
Orandar. Vessel moored, Sir Veran.
Veran. Excellent work, Captain.
Orandar. I thank you! (Salutes again.)
Revs tries to detach Orandar from the wheel; Nekol, Nemt, Selp, and Eira set off to search for survivors.

Scene Two

Early morning. Seashore. Gad and Mimokh sit on the sand, trying to recover from what they've been through. Zemsa and Ikdn are arguing about something. The sailors don't understand them.

Ikdn. Must leave them here, let them die, I not care.
Zemsa. No, these idiots think the island is uninhabited and nothing threatens them. If our hunters find them…
Ikdn. Let them find, I not care, I going to town.
Zemsa. Wait, why don't you want to help them? They aren't bad. Let's take them to town; they can live with us.
Ikdn. They foreigners. What say ruler of town? He kill them on spot, and punish us for bringing foreigners.
Zemsa. No, his wife is my sister. He knows me, I will talk to him, he will be merciful and allow them to stay.
Ikdn. This all because of this Gad, yes? And what you find in him? Vile type.
Zemsa. He is good…
Ikdn. Fine, but if anything, I not part of this. Not want lose tambourine because of you.
Gad. What are you lot babbling about? We don't understand.
Ikdn. You come with us. We know this land. We help.
Gad. You do?
Mimokh. And what if it's some kind of trap?
Gad. Yeah, I thought so too. But I trust my native girl more than myself. She wouldn't do that to me.
Mimokh. You've known her for only a month!
Gad. Hush! I feel it in my heart, everything will be fine.
Mimokh. And what about the others?
Gad. To hell with them! I've wanted to run far away for a long time. And I don't want to go home either.
Mimokh. Eh, and I don't really want to go home. No one is waiting for me there…
Gad. See! There's nothing to think about, let's go!

Scene Three

Morning. Seashore. Oben and Dem are dragging a screaming Sokt who is clutching his stomach, and they lay him under a tree. Sokt's belly has been ripped open by something, and the guts are spilling out. Gilekal is on his knees praying to the Lord.

Sokt. Aaaaaaaaaaaa! Mama! Mommy! It hurts so much! Lord God help me! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I don't want to die!
Dem. What are we going to do with him?
Sokt. Aaaaaaaaaaaa!
Oben. Severe case. If there isn't a doctor hiding in the bushes, then he's a corpse.
Sokt. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Dem. Sad.
Nemt hears the horrific screams and runs toward where they came from. The others run after him.
Sokt. Aaaaaaaaaaaa!
Oben. Here comes the doctor.
Sokt. Aaaaaaaaaaaa! Help me, doctor!
Selp. God be with you.
Nemt pushes Dem away and begins to provide first aid to Sokt; Eira helps the doctor.
Nekol. What are the prospects?
Sokt. Aaaaaaaaaaaa!
Nemt. I won't hide it. The prospects are bleak. He'll be lucky if he survives the night.
Sokt. Aaaaaaaaaaaa!
Nekol took out his large pistol and shot Sokt in the head. Sokt's head explodes like an overripe watermelon, its contents landing on those sitting near the wounded man. Eira screams and begins to shake pieces of Sokt's brain out of her hair; Nemt, with a dissatisfied look, took out a handkerchief and began to wipe himself. And Oben sits silently, splattered with brains and blood.
Oben. Good pistol.
Nemt. Why?! Why did you do that?!
Nekol. A burden. We'll only waste medicines on him for nothing. Nurse him, feed him, but zero benefit. Who knows how long we'll have to stick around this island. So I saved us from extra trouble.
Selp. And where is this soul of yours? I don't see it anywhere. It should have already left the body. Right?
Gilekal. You will burn in hell, you vile heretic!
Selp. Ha-ha! We are already in hell, wake up!
Dem. Maybe we should at least bury him?
Oben. Better to leave him as provisions.
Everyone looked at Oben with horror, even Selp, even Nekol.
Oben. Joke.
Nemt. You and your jokes.
Gilekal. Be silent, you cursed sinners; better help me bury him properly.

Scene Four

All survivors gathered near the boat. Nekol, together with Oben and Revs, are setting up camp. Captain Orandar is still standing by the wheel, looking into the distance. Meanwhile, Gilekal has withdrawn into the thicket to pray in silence.

Gilekal. Lord, You sent me this trial, and I humbly accept it.
The monk didn't notice how deep he had gone into the same thicket until he collided with a group of natives, about twenty people. In their hands they held various primitive weapons, and their skin was painted in different colors.
Gilekal. People of the new land, I come in peace; the Lord sent me to you so that I may preach His word.
Seeing the cross in Gilekal's hands, the natives didn't think twice before attacking him.

Scene Five

Oben and Revs are loading rifles. Dem is cooking recently caught fish over a fire. Nemt and Eira discuss something medical. Istoger glances at Eira. Veran and Nekol talk about serious things. Kkora is bored. Selp crushes small crabs with his feet. Mas hums a cheerful little song. Orandar looks confidently into the distance, holding tightly to the wheel. Natives emerge from the thicket. In their hands is someone's head. They look at the newcomers in bewilderment. The others respond in kind.

Mas. Is that Gilekal's head they have there?
Selp. Yes. God did not protect him.
Oben and Revs slowly pass the rifles to Veran and Nekol. Eira approaches them and also takes a rifle. The natives charge at the travelers with screams. The first volley kills one of them, but others are not frightened and continue the advance.
Veran. Run run run!
Everyone scatters in different directions. Orandar detaches from the wheel and also runs. Those who have rifles occasionally fire back. Istoger runs ahead of everyone. Veran, Kkora, Revs, and Orandar reach a small grotto and hide there. Istoger, Oben, Eira, and Nemt run somewhere into the thicket. Nekol, Selp, Dem, and Mas continue to run along the shore until they reach a large tree, in whose branches they hide. The savages run past them screaming.
Selp. A cheerful little journey.
Dem. And why on earth did I become a sailor? I'd be cooking stew in some tavern now and living without a care.
Mas. And I would play cheerful melodies in that tavern, eh.
Nekol. Where are the others?
Selp. We were separated.
Nekol. Bad. One rifle is not enough.
Selp. Five rifles aren't enough either. Who knows how many cutthroats are on this island. What shall we do?
Nekol. We'll wait for darkness and return to camp. The others will do the same. We need to organize defensive positions and wait for the other two ships. I don't think there are many savages on this island. We'll hold out.
Meanwhile in the grotto.
Veran. We are safe. But temporarily.
Kkora. Oh, Revs! I was so scared; will you protect me if these savages return?
Kkora hugs Revs tightly, causing Veran's indignation.
Veran. Kkora, Sir Revs, what do you think you are doing?!
Kkora. We love each other! And you can't do anything about it!
Orandar. Oh! This is so wonderful!
Veran. We will talk about this when everything is over. We'll wait out the night here, and return to camp early in the morning. The others will do the same. We need to organize defensive positions and wait for the other two ships. I don't think there are many savages on this island. We'll hold out.
Meanwhile in the thicket.
Eira. Hey fatty! Stop, they aren't chasing us anymore. Silly, hee-hee.
Nemt. Is everyone okay? Anyone wounded?
Eira. Okay? I had to tear my dress, I got dirty, scratched my beautiful little face on branches, sweated and am terribly tired! Nothing is okay!
Oben. Calm down. No use in whining.
Istoger. My heart's about to stop!
Istoger sits on the ground and tries to catch his breath.
Eira. Hey you, what are we going to do?
Oben. And what about me? I'm doing nothing.
Eira. I see. Hey doc, what are we going to do?
Nemt. I see a small cave ahead. We'll wait out the night there, and return to camp in the morning. The others will do the same. We need to organize defensive positions and wait for the other two ships. I don't think there are many savages on this island. We'll hold out.

Act Four

Scene One

Night. The moon shines brightly. Nekol, Selp, Dem, and Mas have returned to camp. Two natives are sleeping not far from the boat.

Selp. What you gonna do?
Nekol. I'll sneak up on them and slit their throats.
Dem. I'll help you.
Nekol and Dem sneak toward the savages. Nekol steps on a rubber ducky, and Dem on a cat. The savages wake up. Nekol kills one savage with his large knife. The second screams. Dem kills the second savage with a toothpick. Ten more savages jump out of the thicket. Nekol quickly writes something in the sand with his finger.
Nekol. Quick, everyone into the boat!
Selp and Mas run to the boat. Savages throw spears at them. One of the spears hits Mas's lute.
Mas. Nooooooooooooooooooo! My lute! Not her! Noooooo!
Mas falls to his knees and mourns the lute.
Nekol. Faster, you rear-wheel drive, faster!
Selp. You're the rear-wheel drive!
Selp, Nekol, and Dem sail away in the boat and watch as the savages kick Mas.
Dem. And what about the others?
Nekol. I left a message. We'll land on another beach, further south; they'll find us.

Scene Two

Early morning. Kkora and Revs are hugging. Veran is angry. Blestyash fixes his hairstyle. Veran, Kkora, Revs, and Orandar return to camp. They see a beaten Mas, a dead lute, a pile of dead savages, and a huge dead boar.

Orandar. My clumsy friend Mas! Horror! I am saddened.
Veran. It seems this pig happened to be in the right place at the right time. Unlike some other pigs.
Revs. What are you hinting at?
Veran. That you are a pig, sir, and no match for my sister.
Kkora. Brother, why are you like this?
Veran. And you be quiet; you're behaving like a port courtesan—our mother would see you.
Revs. Well, you know, insulting a lady is going too far.
Revs hits Veran in the face with a glove.
Orandar. Oh, ah! A duel in the name of a lady!
Revs and Veran fight with rapiers. Veran struggles against Revs and eventually loses.
Kkora. Don't kill him!
Revs. I won't, if that's what you want.
Veran. I admit, you won, but you still won't be together regardless.
Revs. We'll see about that!
Veran. Listen to me, you blockhead...
Veran trips over a stone and falls onto Revs's rapier.
Kkora. Nooooooooooo! My brother!
Overcome with grief, Kkora falls onto Veran's rapier.
Revs. Nooooooooooo! My beloved!
Overcome with grief, Revs falls onto Orandar's rapier. Blestyash is in shock and saddened, but at the same time proud and pleased that his rapier has finally been inside someone. He carefully arranges the corpses near a tree, finds Nekol's message, and sets off south.

Scene Three

Morning. Oben is eating worms. Eira is hitting on Istoger. Nemt reads his notes. Istoger, Oben, Eira, and Nemt return to camp. They see a pile of dead savages, a huge dead boar, and the corpses of Revs, Kkora, and Veran.

Eira. What a nightmare! My sister, my brother, they are dead! Curse this journey! (Cries.)
Oben is silent. Nemt comforts Eira. Istoger eats raw eggs of some bird.
Oben. Where is our boat?
Istoger. There's a message here.
Oben. They are in the south. We go there.
Ten savages emerge from the thicket. Istoger and Eira run south. Oben hides in the boar. Nemt runs into the water.
Nemt. Quick, over here, into the water! They are afraid of water!
Istoger and Eira run into the water. A large shark jumps out of the water and swallows Nemt. Istoger and Eira run south. The savages go back into the thicket and take the boar with them.

Scene Four

Nekol, Selp, Dem landed on the southern shore. Nekol and Selp argue by the fire. Dem quietly eats a pie sitting in the bushes.

Selp. I don't like men. Women are more to my liking.
Nekol. I don't believe you.
Selp. Well, don't believe me.
Nekol. And what about Orandar? I saw how you two were secretly groping each other.
Selp. Those were friendly hugs!
Nekol. And do you stay in his cabin overnight to have intellectual conversations?
Selp. Yes, exactly for that.
Orandar, Eira, and Istoger appear. Selp is happy and hugs Orandar tightly. Blestyash, Eira, and Istoger tell what happened. Dem chokes on a pie and dies in the bushes.
Nekol. We'll dig in here and defend ourselves.
Selp. There are too many of them on this island. We won't last even a few hours.
Eira. I want it all to end so much.
Orandar. Oh, how I miss the wheel.
Istoger. Does anyone have food?
Selp. Ask Dem too.
Istoger. And where is he?
Nekol. In the bushes making sausage.
Istoger. Sausage?!
Istoger runs into the bushes hoping to eat some sausage, but finds only Dem's corpse and savages there.
Istoger. Savages! Run!
Eira, Orandar, Istoger, and Selp run to the boat. Nekol draws his rapier and fights the savages.
Orandar. Nekol, quick, into the boat!
Nekol. I'm not running away anymore! Now it's either them or me!
Orandar. This is an order! (Threateningly waves a fist.)
Nekol. We are not on the ship.
Eira, Orandar, Istoger, and Selp sail away. Nekol fights the savages until his last breath.

Scene Five

The savages bring the boar to their camp. Oben falls out of the boar. The savages are frightened.
Oben. I'm a kidney, kidney, kidney. I'm not a sailor at all!
Savage 1. (Frightened.) This creature, it lived in the boar?
Savage 2. Looks like some kind of parasite-monster that lives in boars.
Savage 3. Or maybe it's the god of the boar's insides?
Savage 4. It's a bird!
Savage 5. It's an unknown device to me, capable of flying in the sky like a bird!
Savage 6. It's a god from the tales of the future!
Smart Savage. Idiots! This is one of those foreigners.
Savages. (In chorus.) Aaaaaaaaaaaa!
The savages aim their bows at Oben. Oben takes out a red headband and ties it over his eyes. The first arrow hits the sailor in the knee. The savages kill Oben.

Scene Six

Eira, Orandar, Istoger, and Selp drift in the boat along the shore. Selp and Eira are sad; Istoger stuffs his belly with supplies that remained in the boat; Orandar sings a song.
Orandar. One thousand four hundred eighty-eight bottles of kumis on board. Take one, throw it to the bottom, one thousand four hundred eighty-seven bottles of kumis on board.
Eira. A leak! Water in the boat!
Selp. Quick, row to shore!
Eira. Where are the oars?!
Istoger. Sorry, I was very hungry.
Eira. You fat bastard! There are sharks here; they'll eat us!
The water keeps increasing. The travelers try to plug the leak. A large woodpecker flies in. It looks maliciously at Istoger, makes a gesture with its wing from ear to ear, soars into the air and drops like a stone into the boat, punching a huge hole.
Selp. Well that's it, I'm swimming, do what you want.
Orandar. A true captain never leaves his vessel!
Eira. Crazy person!
Selp, Eira, and Istoger jump into the water and swim to shore. Orandar ties himself to the boat, stands on its bow, and saluting, slowly sinks under water. The survivors successfully reach the shore.
Eira. We have to do something, survive somehow.
Selp. We must, but how? They are everywhere here. Everywhere you look, savages. Look, by the way, about ten are hiding behind that tree. They think we don't see them.
Eira. Why are we just sitting here?
Istoger. Yes, why are we sitting, let's run out of here!
Selp. No, stop idiot!
Istoger runs. Eira and Selp pretend to be dead. The savages run after Istoger. Istoger trips and falls. The savages tie up the cartographer, stuff a banana in his mouth, take him to their camp, cook him over a fire, and eat him.

Scene Seven

Selp and Eira trudge through the jungle.

Eira. I never thought my life would end like this.
Selp. I'd like to cheer you up, but it seems we really aren't survivors anymore.
Eira. And everything started so well. Ship, kystybyi, rum, pathetic little men.
Selp. Yeah, great.
Eira. Now all that's left for us is to run until they catch us.
Selp. There is a probability that we can keep running until our other ships arrive, but it's small.
Eira and Selp accidentally stumble upon the savages' camp.
Selp. Well. HehEira and Selp are running away. Savages are chasing them. Eira falls into a beast-trap pit and runs onto a large stake. A giant crab trips Selp, and he falls. The savages catch up to Selp, bind him, drag him back to their camp, and sacrifice him to the god of boar entrails.

A large savage city. A wedding traditional to these lands is being held, with traditional rites for those entering into marriage. Zemsa feeds Gada a mussel, and he feeds her a banana. Mimokhu has to feed as many as four tuzemkas. Ikdn beats a tambourine loudly. The other savages sing some cheerful song.

In other words, Drakkosha had been waiting all this time just to see her own drawing...

Could the story be formatted so that the text isn't centered? I think it's not very convenient to read that way.

SERIOUSLY?! ARE WE AND NEBKO THE ONLY ONES WHO AREN'T LAZY BUMS?!

Ah, yes, indeed.

Can the image and the story be displayed separately?

I already divided it...

Yes, it would be good to have them in different posts.