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05/29/09(Fri)18:24 No.4702693>>4702677 That was when the sound started. A pitch that was low, causing one's gut to wrench. Immediately Harken looked to the water, expecting some creature to come from the water and punish them for the offworlder's stupidity. Nothing came from the depths, yet the sound remained. It lasted for hours, and the men started to become restless, even a hint of fear. Droman was not one of the men, he was but a boy come to play at being a man. Droman was quiet now, huddled in the corner of the boat.
In an attempt to get away from the eerie constant note, Harken moved his boat. Even the massive motors failed to drown the sound out, and even after traveling several kilometers it remained with them, as constant as ever. That was the most harrowing part, how constant it was. It never changed, it never got louder, it never became softer. It simply remained constant.
No one was sleeping, a full day had passed on Xomula. The very thought had left them, Harken only noticing that something from his usual routine had been missing. They were whispering now, his men. Harken did not know what they whispered about, but he saw them glancing over at Droman. Another day he might have confronted them, knowing it was their superstitions coming over them. He noticed some of the more religious sorts giving small prayers, it didn't take much thought to what they were planning. It had crossed his own mind as well. |