Witch Doctor

Here is my second attempt at the five word writing challenge.  Just like last time, I requested on Facebook that five friends each give me a word, and then I would use those five words in a piece of flash fiction (usually less than 1500 words).  And thus, I present to you the result of that attempt, Witch Doctor.

Words:
Salmon
Dachshund
Toenail
Intravenous
Waterfall

Witch Doctor

“My life is in danger,” I said to the small man seated cross-legged on the other side of the fire.  The colorful paint on his face glimmered in the light of the fire, the piercings that covered his body causing strange shadows to dance on the thick trees behind him.  I had hiked for several days through the tropical forest to find this man, the witch doctor of the Eastern Woods, a man known to hold powers that no other man could hold.  He was the cure to the fear that had taken over my life over the last two weeks.  It was all I could think about, and my very life depended on this man.

I had arrived at the witch doctor’s small hut four days ago, explaining to him my dire situation.  I am a man of the people, serving on the highest council in country’s capital city.  There were nine of us serving together as advisors to the prime minister.  There were nine.  Now there is one.  The other eight were murdered in their homes, or on walks with their children, or while riding in a limousine on the way to a meeting.  One by one their bodies were discovered, no signs of death or even a struggle, no life remaining.  I didn’t know who killed them or for what purpose, but I knew I was next.  I had to do something drastic.  Believing my bodyguards and trusty sidearm would be insufficient defense, I sought the man that now sits before me, hoping he could provide some additional protection against the oncoming foe.

“There is a potion,” he had said two days ago in a deep and slowly rolling voice, after I sat down and explained my unfortunate situation.  “The potion will protect you from your enemies in supernatural ways.  You must do exactly what I tell you.  Do not stray from even a single instruction, or things will not go well.”

I didn’t want to believe what I was doing.  In a world of cars flying through the sky and robots doing much of the physical labor, here I am, sitting around a campfire in a forest, listening to a witch doctor talk about magical potions.  I started to regret my decision, and yet, his reputation proceeded him.  This man had done many inexplicable things, and he was paid well for it.  He had only started talking to me when I set the bag of gold on the ground, which was quickly carried away by one of his many similarly dressed servants.  It all seemed too strange for me, but I made myself feel better by remembering that I’m only using his services for protection, and that the potion he is creating is not one of his infamous poisons.

On the first day, he told me to do nothing but sit by the fire and think about the people who may be trying to kill me.  He told me to envision them and their purposes.  I didn’t know who they were, so I mainly thought about the upcoming football games.

On the second day, he told me to venture out into the forest.  “Travel west three miles, to a large tree long split in two by fire from the sky,” he said.  “You must then turn north, travel two miles, until your ears perceive the noise of rushing water.  Follow the noise to the base of a great waterfall, and there you will find many living things in the water.  You must bring back a specimen from the base of the falls, and only from the base.  There will be fish of many different kinds, rainbowfish and angelfish and leaf fish, but you must stand in the water and wait, and soon enough you will find a silver fish with blue markings.  You must reach in with your hands and catch this fish and bring it back, alive.”

I did exactly what he said.  I stood there in the water for two hours before the silver fish came swimming by.  It looked like a salmon.  After several attempts, I pulled it from the water and placed it in a small water basin I had brought with me.  When I returned to the witch doctor, he was still sitting by the fire, but there was now a black pot sitting over the flames.  I sat the basin beside him.  He reached into it and pulled out the fish and proceeded to break it in half, which I hadn’t thought possible to do to a slippery fish.  A thick blue liquid poured from its insides into the pot.

On the third day, he told me to follow a path.  “Travel the road to the east four miles,” he said, “until you come to a small village with dwellings built from the forest.  In the middle there is a well of stone.  You must sit down and wait.  People will walk by, but you must not speak to them.  A young maiden will approach, with a silver dress and blue flowers in her hair, and she will fill her bucket from the well.  You must then offer her this.”  He held out his hand, showing a violet berry.  “You must take what she gives you.”

I did exactly what he said.  I sat for two hours before the young woman with a silver dress and blue flowers in her hair approached, filling her bucket from the well.  I then offered her the berry.  She took it, ate it, and then did one somewhat normal thing, followed by several very abnormal things.  She took a cloth from a pocket in her simple dress and laid it on the well.  Reaching back into the pocket, she took a knife and cut off several long brown hairs from her head, placing them on the cloth.  She then cut off several of her eyelashes and a piece of a toenail, placing them each on the cloth.  Finally, she folded up the cloth and bound it together with twine from her pocket.  She then took her bucket of water and left.

Sitting back in front of the witch doctor, really starting to think this may have been a bad idea, I watched as he took the girl’s hair, eyelashes, and toenail, and dropped them into the pot, mixing it with the blue liquid from the fish.

On the fourth day, he told me to once again venture out into the forest.  “Travel west three miles, to a large tree long split in two by fire from the sky,” he said.  “There you will find many living things in the branches.  You must climb the tree and bring back a specimen from the largest of the branches, and only from the largest.  There will be birds of many different kinds, macaws and trogons and lorikeets, but you must sit on the branch and wait, and soon enough you will find a silver bird with blue markings.  You must reach out with your hands and catch this bird and bring it back, alive.”

I did exactly what he said.  As I sat on that branch waiting, I wondered why I didn’t stop by this tree two days earlier, but I decided not to question the witch doctor.  I waited for two hours before the silver bird with blue markings flew to the large branch I was sitting on.  The bird allowed me to catch it easily and place it within a small metal cage I had brought with me.

Sitting back in front of the witch doctor, I watched as he took the bird and used tweezers made from two small bones to extract something small and black from the bird’s mouth.  He dropped it into the pot, mixing it with the blue liquid from the fish and the girl’s hair, eyelashes, and toenail.

It is now the fifth day, early in the morning.  I half expect him to send me to a dog park, instructing me to wait until a silver dachshund with a blue collar approaches.  Instead, I find myself laying on my back on a mat near the fire.  The witch doctor sits, stirring the pot, as it generates blue bubbles.  He then takes a very modern looking syringe and sticks it into the pot, filling it with the potion.  He comes over and, without saying anything, sticks the needle in my arm, filling me with an intravenous injection of magical potion.  For a moment, I feel nothing.  And then I feel terrible.

The witch doctor stands over me, and then smiles, and then grins a terrible grin.  “It will be quick, worry not.”

I try to ask him why I feel so terrible, but I can’t form any words.  I can’t move.

“Your ambition has granted me a much simpler task than I had with the others, your fellow councilors, coming to assemble your own concoction.”

What?

“All ends lead to new beginnings.”

My vision starts to fade, and then…

Mallory

This is my first attempt at the five word writing challenge.  I requested on Facebook that five friends each give me a word, and then I would use those five words in a piece of flash fiction (usually less than 1500 words).  And thus, I present to you the result of that attempt, Mallory.

Words:
Remote
Pirate Ship
Cosmic
Sparkling
Barley

Mallory

Many days have come and gone since the last abandoned ship showed itself on the horizon, drifting aimlessly upon the ocean.  It is the reason I put together our team to navigate the waters for months at a time.  Our current sixteen week exploration is only five days from completion, and while this mission has been an overall success, it is still missing something to set it apart. 

We are not the only such team attempting to profit from the mysterious vessels, and we are far from the most successful.  Teams have come from both sides of the Atlantic to scour the seas, and most of them have at least found one of the centuries-old ships.  There are many theories as to why such crafts have been discovered over the last several years, having somehow floated upon the water undiscovered since the American Revolution.  Some include references to the Bermuda Triangle, while others sound like something out of science fiction or some sort of paranormal horror film.  I do not know why the ships have started appearing, and it is not really of my concern.  I have my sights on something else.

The ships have come in different sizes and styles.  Some are cargo ships, and the teams that discovered those crafts plundered a wide variety of antique objects of historical significance.  Other ships were strictly for passengers, perhaps transporting British diplomats between Europe and their western colonies.  Pirate ships have been found, of course, full of cannons and the occasional treasure horde.  These finds are the main reasons our team is out searching, seeking the one great discovery that will make us richer than we could ever imagine.  We have watched videos of other teams coming across such ships, grown men weeping at the sight, the ship shimmering of bright gold in the cosmic rays of the midday sun.  That is what we want.  There is a ship out there for us, we know it, and we will not stop until we find it.

The strangest thing about the discovered ships is that they have all been completely devoid of human remains.  It would be expected to find the occasional body.  Perhaps a sailor who died of starvation on his voyage, or an apprehended prisoner found shackled to the walls in the brig.  Yet there has been nothing.  Not a skeleton, not even a bone.  I assume the sea travelers all abandoned ship and lived out their days on some remote island somewhere, only to watch their ship drift off and disappear into the horizon.  It is still strange, though.

Our own ship, a large freighter named Mallory, was repurposed from its transatlantic trade route and now holds the remains of our last several finds in large cargo containers.  The containers will be brought to our headquarters in South Carolina and unloaded into the warehouse, and hopefully the loot will sell for enough to finance our next three month mission on the high seas.  Finding a treasure horde would allow us to retire, though I do not believe I would.  There is always more to find.

“Captain!” comes the voice, pulling my eyes from the maps that cover the walls of my office.  A man runs in through the door, a wide smile across his face. 

“What is it?” I say, not wanting to be disturbed.  I spend much of my time studying the maps and watching weather patterns, attempting to discern the places a drifting sea vessel would be most likely to be discovered.

“A ship!  We’ve found a ship!”

“Good,” I say, standing and walking through toward the door.

“And Captain,” the man says.  “There is a shine.”

I raise my eyebrow at him.  “We shall see,” I say, not wanting to be too optimistic.  I quickly make my way to the bow, joining dozens of my crew.  Just ahead of and well below us, there is indeed a ship, a great structure of dark brown wood.  It is dwarfed by our own cargo ship, but it is significantly larger than any of our previous finds, perhaps even larger than any of the other finds by the other teams.  A small number of cannons protrude from its gun ports at a variety of angles, some obviously damaged and others completely missing.  The cannons were there only for defense from pirates, as this appears to be a trade ship.  The vessel does emit a shine, but I am still hesitant.  However, as I watch it come closer, the shine becomes more pronounced, and I finally allow myself to smile. 

The ship is full of gold.  I watch the sparkling coins and jewels, piles of riches larger than anything we’ve ever seen.  I feel a tear falling down my cheek and quickly wipe it away.  This is it, I know it.  This is what we’ve been looking for.

Mallory stops and anchors with the trade vessel directly on our starboard side.  I do not need to give a single order, as my crews know exactly what to do when we come across a find.  Each crew member goes through months of training before they are allowed on such a mission, as I will not allow our expeditions to be slowed by ineptitude.  I smile as the boarding bridge is lowered, the ladders are let down, and the initial boarding crew scampers down and across quickly, and soon they are aboard it, and then…

And then the air around the trade vessel shimmers, with thin streaks of color twisting around the whole of the craft, and the men and women who boarded it can no longer be seen.

And neither can anyone else.

I am suddenly alone on the deck of Mallory, completely alone in the middle of the sea.  I see none of my crew on either ship, nor do I hear them.  For several moments I can only stand there, my unbelieving eyes staring at the vacant deck.  I feel cold and can see my breath.  And then, my eyes move toward the trade ship below me, the gold shine filling the air.  I feel myself smiling, though I know I should not be smiling.  And yet, smile I do, and I am then approaching the edge of the ship, climbing down the ladder, walking across the boarding bridge.  My eyes have not left the gold that shines brightly.

I step down onto the craft, walking up to a small wooden table with high piles of gold coins.  I hear myself cackling as I reach out and take several of the coins, running them through my fingers.  This is it.  This is what I’ve been looking for.  This is the answer to all my questions.

I then realize that the coins don’t feel like coins.

The whole of my vision shifts, and suddenly there are not coins in my hand, and there are not piles of gold or mounds of jewels.  I peer at my hand and see small fragments of yellow.  Corn kernels.  All around me there are massive piles of yellow, but not of the kind I have been seeking.  There is wheat and bananas and barley, and more corn, all scattered about.  I begin to see bones, some scattered about and some in full skeletons, piled high and buried within the food of the ship, as though this were a floating mass grave.  The more I looked, the more bones I saw.  They were everywhere.

I shiver in fear and then turn toward Mallory, knowing I need to return.  I run for it, leaping over the side of the trade ship.  Or I try to, as I instead slam into something that I cannot see, an invisible barrier that shimmers with streaks of color as I bounce off it and fall to the floor, landing between two skeletons in a pile of corn ears.  I scamper up, attempting not to completely lose my mind, and again run toward the edge, but I abruptly stop.  I watch as the boarding bridge is raised back to the ship, and the ladders are pulled back up.  I look to the deck, and for a moment I see nothing, and then suddenly the deck is full.  I bring my hand to my mouth as I watch skeletons walk upon the deck of my ship, and soon they are running off into its interior, acting very much like crew should act.  I turn and see piles of food, but the bodies have all vanished.

When I turn back to Mallory, I see nothing but the blue of the ocean.