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A soft voice reverberates through the forest winds.
“In this land so vast and green
here our people roam, singing free.
When countries try to come and take,
we will fight, their lives at stake.
Standing stronger than Mountain Kings.
Speeding legs and soaring wings.
We will guard our sacred lands
because we are Native Americans.”
Beyond a green meadow, comes the sound of a woman. Maybe ‘tis she who shall assist me in my search for gold before any other treasure-thieving bastard arrives.
I marched through the tall grass swaying in the warm breeze. The sunlight shone off of my sword as I sliced the dreadful weeds in front of me, creating a path. That soft melody ricocheting off the trees in the distance, filling my ears with the sweet words. She had an accent far too great in English, but her tone makes up for it.
Past the trees I went and into a small lot I landed, my hand tensing around my sword. There she was. A majestic creature with hair as black as night and skin as golden as the sun. Her fingers played at the vines hanging off of the trees as she held a small basket filled with wild berries of some sort on her waist. With doe-like eyes of brown and lips well-shaped, she seemed more of an angelic than any G*D that I have ever seen.
I started walking towards her and my foot stepped on a twig. She stopped singing and sped around to face me, seeming to find me a danger. Every step she took back, I took two steps forward, everything moving in slow motion.
“Calm down, I will not harm you.” I settled the sword back into its hilt and took off the belt holding the hilt. Then, I threw in front of her feet to show that I do not mean to hurt her.
“You see, it is okay. I have no weapons, but, if you wanted to check, I would gladly strip for you.” I smirked as she turned bright red, a frown forming on her face. It was adorable. Keeping eye contact with me, she picked up my discarded weapon and threw it deep into the forest. I will never see that sword again.
“You are not welcome here, stranger. My people do not take kindly to those who threaten our sacred soils and our innocent nature.” Her voice was deep and unbelievably soothing even through the harsh words she spouted.
“I know not of damaging holy grounds nor stealing the innocence of nature. Yet, I do know that you have welcomed strangers into your lands for you speak English, my darling. You cannot fool an Englishman.” I did not know whether she wanted to hide this fact or not, but she looked furious.
“Leave before I send my warriors to cook you and feed you to the dogs. It is not difficult work, Mr. Englishman.” I chuckled at her sarcasm. This young woman was interesting. Even more interesting that I thought any woman could be!
“But, my dear, I am only searching for-”
“Gold? Of course. All of you foreign strangers come to me for the same thing, yet you dismiss my gold and attack my people. I no longer offer my belongings to any greedy being who thinks that they run the world. It is a waste.”
“Well, I have something worthwhile. Here me out, little lady.” I attempted to bow, but noticed her muscles suddenly tensing up.
“And what would that be, white skin?”
I looked around, making sure of no other presence. That would spell trouble for my crew and ship’s supplies.
“How about in exchange for your gold, I give you weapons and rum. ‘Tis a good deal, eh?”
“Why must you all come for the gold? Can you not grow them in your solid grounds?”
“Grow? What do you mean by grow?” Gold cannot grow from the ground, can it? What demonic powers do these people posses?
“Yes. We cook and eat them. Have you not seen gold?” She stated in a mocking tone. As amused as I was by her words of growing gold, I started to grow impatient.
“Show me the gold, and I might consider the trade once more. I am not sure we speak of the same gold.” Apparently, my polite words contradicted my expression which seemed to make the woman straighten her back.
“Stay.” At that word, she fled so deep into the forest until her figure could be seen no longer. Staying seemed like a bad idea, since there could be enemies waiting to attack, but I stayed no matter. It was foolish, yet I felt that the entertainment this woman can provide will be worth my time. Maybe I will just take her on my ship. ‘Tis not such a bad idea.
Just as I began to head back through my grassy path, she appeared once more. I was not ditched after all. In her hand, she held a shining object covered in a greenish cloth, from what I could see. Contemplating whether to walk forward or not, the careful woman placed one foot in front of the other in a wary way, as though she will pounce at me in any second, attempting to slit my throat. That did not seem like such a bad idea. I would not mind it if she were jump me.
I turned around and took my own steps towards her, which made her stop. Narrowing her eyes, she threw the object in her hand at me and ran several paces back.
“This is not gold, my rarity. This is called ‘corn’ and it is eaten. Do you have something the same color, but not used in food? It is similar to a rock.”
With a shake of her head, she looked at me. Her eyes shown clearly and shined in the sun. Taking several more steps back, she placed her hand on the side of her dress. It seemed like a weapon, which did not shock me. She pointed at my neck, seemingly at the flag that I wore around my neck.
“You are a country? Of what country did you come for seeking this gold that you speak of?”
“I am Britain, a country not very far from here. You are also a country, no? That does not come as a surprise.”
“My name is Native America, but I will only tell you, stranger. Do not spread around the fact that I am a country, understood? I do not take kindly to those with stretching mouths.”
“You do indeed frighten me, dear, but you must know my status as King of the Seven Seas, the all powerful British Empire.”
“You do not scare me, King of the Seven Seas. Take the gold and leave, I offer no refuge to those who are as shameless as you. Leave.”
“Do not think that I will leave as is. I will return. I have an interest in you, so await for me. ‘Tis more gifts that I will bring you.”
Native America narrowed her eyes and turned on her heels.
“Do not think that I will wait for you with open arms, Britain. Next time I will not be so kind as to let you leave without a scratch or two.”
At that, Native America walked back into the forest, leaving me and her “gold.” I picked up the corn and chuckled. This treasure sure is something.
With a corn in one hand and excitement flowing through my veins, I headed back to my ship where my crew awaited me.
See you soon, my native beauty.