“It is not the strongest of the species that survive, nor the most intelligent, but the
one most responsive to change.”
- Charles Darwin
The midday sun was slowly beginning to creep towards the angle of its noon
when Lerma felt she heard someone’s voice from the edge of the thicket near the prayer
hut. Tightly embracing Yno to her chest, she brought her eyes out from the small hull of
the canoe. From the underbrush of a bamboo grove, she saw the running Oflodor,
sweating in a daze towards the hut.
“L-e-er-mma! Y-n-no!”
“Here, Oflodor! What had happened?”
The young Kunutil warrior immediately ran to the boat’s side.
“Co Szhee Ping, he tricked us all! No time to explain! We need to get the boat
going. We shall sail the northeasterly winds! Away from this wretched island! Come
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