3C - SWW - Part Three: Rencrue
OOC: Hmm... a 16, huh? Okay, this is what you get.
"Ha!" grunts the large man. "Dat is what we let de outsiders dink, and yes, der are many pearl beds around de island, but dat is not why! Listen, and I will tell you de sacred story of how our people named des islands."
The chief bellows a few words out in the Nuari language and the feasting hall falls silent, with every member of the tribe turned towards him in attention. It is an impressive display of power. Then the man begins his tale, those who speak the common tongue providing a running translation for those who don't.
"Once upon a time there was a fine young prince traveling the seven seas.
He was young, he was wild and sometimes a bit impatient with the girls."
It seems to Celene that as the old chieften talks, his gaze shifts out to the beach, but of course she doesn't know that Alohan is out there not that he is a 'fine young prince'.
"One day he met an old lady in a dark corner of a tavern.
"She had an apple. 'Eat dis apple', she said, 'eat dis apple and you will get rid of all de problems you will have with de girls'... and so he did."
The chief looks around the hut, taking in all of his listeners.
"The young prince waited. The young prince waited for the apple to take effect, but then he felt there was something terribly wrong...
He stumbled, he tried not to fall but the pain was unimaginable and then..."
The chieften leans into the firelight, the cracking flames making sinister shadows dance across his face. He turns to Celene and then says...
"AND THEN HIS DICK FELL OFF!"
The whole hut, every one of his people falling over themselves in laughter once the punch line has been translated.