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Our boat landed on the shore of Honda
Island , and the four of us went ashore,
shaking cold water off our clothes. It was night and the moon was laying dull
lights on the world. Five residents of the island, three men and two women,
approached us. Their skin tended to light tan, and their clothes were
primitive, with a rough jacket made of poor quality fabrics and a piece of cloth
that wrapped around the waist and barely covered half of the legs. They
welcomed us with calm traditional music that represented the culture of their
island. They were actually welcoming the team assigned to rescue them from the
ferocious Gola monster. Silence was all around except for the sound of the air
being blown out, whistling in the void space and hitting the tops of the trees which
danced making a frightening whisper. The five islanders took us quickly to a
nearby log cabin so that we wouldn't stay too long in the open, lest we should
be exposed to the danger of the monster. They lit a fire in the heart of the
hut, and we all sat around, having the glow of fire dancing on our faces whose expressions
showed signs of anticipation and anxiety. "We have come to help you, but
we want to know all the details," said Lara. Then there was silence for
minutes.
One of the women who lived in the island
sighed and answered, "Welcome first to our island. We are living in a
frightening atmosphere at present, and we were hoping to receive you in better
conditions. We heard about you a lot and knew about your ability to hunt
monsters, so we have requested to have you here." The introduction seemed
too diplomatic to have time for. It was a waste of time to sit there,
exchanging greetings and making long introductions while he was among the deserted
mountain peaks, preparing to snatch new victims. I said in earnestness,
"Tell me. Is this frightening monster new to this
place? I mean, since when has it been around?" The woman, who was about
thirty years old with soft black hair hanging on both sides of her face, said,
"It appeared two months ago, and since then we have been losing at least
two or three of the population a day. This means that you must act immediately.
You have to come up with a plan to hunt or kill him at once. Can you do that?"
Then there was silence again.
Until then we had not obtained enough
data. We exchanged conversations and questions, but all we were able to know
was that there was something among the mountains, and that there were victims
and deaths every day. We did not even get a specific description of the monster,
for no one had ever survived his attack to be able to describe him. It was a
difficult task. We had then to draw up a tight plan so that we could kill the
monster (if there were any) or decode the puzzle; it was not easy to believe in
the presence of a strange creature in the vicinity. Oftentimes, there was some
trick by someone to achieve a goal. This was what our team should know soon.
The five inhabitants of the island left, and the four of us remained in the
heart of the closed wooden hut. They chose the place for us, and we were to
draw up the plan even though we didn't have enough information.
Jack, who was thirty-five years old, said,
"Now, how are we going to start?" He said it, looking around the hut
in awe unworthy of a ghost hunting expert. It looked like many things were different
that time. I was myself in awe. Lara answered him in a whisper, "We have
to set a plan right away, and we must be careful not to be a grab between the monster's
jaws or a prey in any sordid person's trap." Then I listened to Nancy who
said in determination, "Our reputation is at stake. It shouldn't be long
before we solve the mystery of this so-called or real monster, whichever is
correct. We have received a large sum of money for our effort, and we should not
go back zero hands, or not to return at all." Then there was silence after
her words, but puzzled thoughts wandered around my mind. I said in a calm voice,
"Unfortunately, gentlemen, we are under a cunning trick from someone. This
is certain." Hardly had I finished my phrase when they all looked at me in
real puzzlement.
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