Re: Part 63c - Discussion and decision
Benich nods, and gestures to one of the boats, "Gi's a hand, and off we goes."
It doesn't take long to wrestle the heavy boat into the murky water, and within ten minutes they are leaving the decrepit township behind. The boat, more of a canoe, really, is narrow, with a shallow draft, and with the weight of Benich and his passengers, only has a couple of inches showing above the water. Still, it seems sturdy enough, and makes good progress.
Before long, they are deep in the midst of a maze of waterways, sandbanks, small islands, and dead logs with an interesting tendency to blink golden eyes at the boat as it passes. The tall reeds conceal any view beyond the small area of, mostly, clear water around the boat. The only landmarks are the scattered trees, many of which seem to be dying, festooned with moss, and burdened with large, untidy nests.
The passengers are seated in the bottom of the craft, while Benich stands in the stern and drives them through the mosquito-infested marsh using a sort of long spear, with a curved blade, as a pole. The reason for his choice of implement becomes apparent about thirty minutes into the journey, when a highly accurate swing of the weapon removes the head from a serpent which had reared up to threaten the boat. The bloodied water around the dead snake seems to boil, and there are brief glimpses of silver-scaled bodies breaking the surface, as the reptile is torn to shreds. The boatman resumes poling, and remarks, "By the by, don't be dangling nothing o'er the side. Least not if you wants to keep it."
The heat grows as they travel further into the swamp, as does the stench, and the population of biting insects. Benich pulls a stoppered metal flask from inside his vest, where it had been hanging on a cord around his neck, and upends it above his head, briefly. Then he tosses it to Cyan.
"Put two drops on your head then wait a bit. It'll hold the flies away, once it's got a chance to mix with some sweat."
Sure enough, after a little while, the dense clouds of insects around them thin out considerably. Once again it becomes possible to breathe without the danger of inhaling some bloodsucking fly, or bloated wasp looking for somewhere to deposit its eggs.
On they travel, for long hours, until a new landmark comes into view. A spindle of rock, looming above the marsh, and marking the presence of a small, though solid, island. "Half way. We stops for rest now. Eats too, if you's hungry enough, I means."