Curse Of Stigmata (The Judas Reflections) - Plot & Excerpts
Its name, Vliegende Draeck, the flying dragon, brought music to my ears. Another Dutch vessel of sound repute! I considered it possible to reach a mutually beneficial negotiation between the Captain and myself to bring me safely back to Europe and civilization. But finding him wasn’t easy. No matter how many enquires I made, he was nowhere to be seen. My stomach grumbled hard. For days, I’d existed on small amounts of food and water. It was time to fill my stomach with something good and hot, like spiced Malagasy fish and rice. “Mister, you’ll have the fire in the belly if you eat this fish,” a pretty young local girl attempted to warn me off what she was cooking over the fire. It smelled delicious, spices mixed with the sweet smell of the Indian Ocean. A heavenly concoction. “I’m accustomed to hot foods, so serve me the fish with double the spice,” I replied. I was encouraged to sit under a small shady table provided only for paying customers.
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