It is, of course, a nasty way to dehumanise people. Refer to them as cannibals, savages, pagans. Even native has a ring of condescension to it. Primitive. Lesser.
Having said that, so people are animals. It was probably so twisted idea of progressive liberalism that made pleased these particular savages werent black, in grass skirts and bones through their noses. We all have our hang-ups with race. Did it really matter what people looked like? Wasnt it their actions as individuals that defined them?
Well, what these savages looked like was very beautifully tanned Eurotrash, who had a ho in the South of France, and a skiing chalet in the Swiss Alps. Bronzed the year around. Which I felt was much more fitting. Not to generalise (unless I find it amusing), if anyone was going to turn on their own, it would be those arseholes.
It may seem a bit unfair to give the late Captain Edman such a grisly fate. I didnt know him, had no proof he was a bad person. Because its okay to do horrible things to soone as long as theyre the bad guy, right?
I didnt give a fuck. He was being an asshat, and when you behave like that in public, you take the risk an even bigger asshat will put you straight. I was more concerned about how well Id lined up my trajectory. Next ti, Id have to pay more attention to wind resistance.
Okay, I said. Golden God, one, hostage taker, zero. Anyone else want to try their luck?
You might think I was being a bit too cocky, but overconfidence isnt about having so much confidence you beco drunk and giddy on it. Its about having more confidence than you have a right to, even if only by a tiny amount. I wasnt showing off (well, not a lot), I was making sure the rest of Edmans crew understood my position. I might not have been all that when it ca to a showdown, but I was prepared to throw you a hundred tres into a cannibal feeding frenzy. What were you prepared to do?
He had a wife, children said Royn shakily. What about his family.
I just halved their expenses and doubled their chances of not growing up to be as big a knob as him, I said. The whole idea soone should be given special dispensation because they have people relying on them has always struck as utter crap.
Everyone has family. Its only the entitled fuckers who think they should get a pass for it. You want to do right by your dependents? Try not being a slimy bag of shit.
Now shut up. I struck Royn on the head with my sword. Quite hard, but not enough to do any permanent damage. Maybe a couple of splinters.
Why provoke him? Actually, Id hoped the sword would turn out to have so lethal property I wasnt aware of. Either way, Royn couldnt be allowed to carry on unchecked.
He cried out and held the side of his head. He had been responsible for Edmans appearance out here, so he deserved to be treated like the enemy.
His n bristled, but Somyas crew stepped forward, ready to fight by my side. At least thats what they probably thought. Id be backing up to give them room.
Edmans crew were still in shock after seeing their old boss take the sky road, and their eyes were on the beach. From this distance it was hard to make out the blood and viscera, but the carcass was visible. What was left of it. Would they be more inclined to ignore us if they were full?
I exited my body and settled into the darkness in my head. I had no desire to do anything to anyone at the mont, I just wanted to hit the pause button. Which, when you think about it, is OP as fuck. The ship was on fire and probably going to sink, but not until I said so. I just needed to take a ti-out and think things through.
Theres a small cove around the other side of the island, said Wesley. It has high cliffs all around it. Hard to get to by land. Theres a cave that leads under the island. If you can get there, you should be able to avoid being seen.
The islanders dont know about it? I asked.
I dont know, but it would be easier to defend than the beach.
A single cave entrance would force the islanders into a bottleneck. Even if we were outnumbered, we might be able to hold them off. It did an so kind of ridiculous battle, though. Not my favourite way to resolve a conflict.
Thanks, I said. Thats useful to know.
I thought Id tell you now in case one of us doesnt make it.
The only reason to tell was if she didnt make it. But that seed the least likely outco. If I didnt make it, she could take over my body and do whatever she wanted. Go find a different body, probably.
Was she planning on leaving? She wouldnt be the first.
Anyway, I had a plan. Or at least a destination. Get to this cove. Get dry. Try not to get killed by their side or mine.
I returned to my body. The boy on the burning deck.
We need to get off this ship before
Royn ca at with a knife.
The trouble with being upfront with how much of a badass you are is that it does invite a challenge. Sotis the reply is, What Im prepared to do is stab you when you arent ready for it.
I did sort of expect soone to have a go, but I was hoping for an intervention from the crew. Which I got, but a little on the slow side. Undead are good at following orders, not so hot on the quick dash. It takes ti relaying signals down various lines of communication.
They pulled Royn away after hed plunged the blade in my shoulder. Not the first ti Id been stabbed. Made a nice change for it to not be in the back.
I had a shield though, and had kept my chest covered. Wooden shield to the rescue.
Which part of Golden God do you not get? I said through gritted teeth. I pulled the dagger out and dropped it. The golden part? My hand began glowing. Or the god part. I put it over the bleeding and healed myself.
Yeah, I was showboating a bit, but it got the ssage through. And then I noticed the sword, made of wood, was glowing.
It had a similar light to when I used healing. What did that an? 2 Sword of Antiseptic? Cuts the opponent, but makes sure they dont get a nasty infection?
That was a mistake, said Royn. He was shaking.
Admitting the problem is the first stage to boring the pants off everyone with your excuses, I find. I swung the sword and cut his head off.
Not only did it slice right off in one stroke, both sides of the cut were instantly cauterised, so no blood. Non-drip vorpal blade. Not bad.
Again, maybe going too far. But theres no room for second chances in a world like this. Or any world, probably.
People who you beat dont take defeat gracefully. They want revenge. They want to prove theyre better than you, especially after youve proved they arent. They want to be treated the exact opposite of how they treat others. It doesnt really make sense.
And taking prisoners doesnt make much sense, either. Who thought putting people in cages was a good idea? A guy whos been driven to cri by lack of opportunities, so lock him away with expert criminals because who doesnt need a ntor? All this at your own expense. And then let him out with the prospect of even fewer opportunities. That should put him on the straight and narrow.
Royn had his chance; he blew it. I wasnt taking revenge, or revelling in my superiority. I just didnt want him sneaking up behind in a dark alley soti in the future. I think thats reasonable if the guys a big enough threat. And most people are.
The n were just staring at . Would they attack ? Swim for it? No one seed sure. The headless corpse was putting them off, I think. They needed a strong leader. I hoped one wouldnt turn up, that way I was in with a shout.
But we couldnt stay here. The ships crew were slowly losing the battle for the Eternal Infinite. She was going down, and I didnt plan to go down with her.
If I could do sothing with these ns connection to their recently deceased masters, perhaps I could take at least temporary control of them. It was going to be ssy, though. Id only tried it on dead people, and even then, I wasnt at the stage where I could control this many people at once.
It seed like it would be safer just to cut them adrift, of all their connections. If I made them depressed enough, they might be too lancholic to attack , except maybe with so bad poetry.
I phased out, one more ti. And stopped barely outside of myself. My shield was covered in vines, like tentacles attached by suckers. They led to Roys n and Edmans crew. I was untouchable, but they had sohow made a connection with my shield.
Both the sword and shield seed to be made for soone with my ability. Im not an idiot (rhetorical). I know I got hold of them far too easily. And the way they fitted my powers was beyond coincidence.
The most obvious thing to do about it was nothing. Bank error in your favour, collect 200. But its never that simple. Soone was trying to reel in. If they had more toys like these, maybe I should let them. Or maybe they had sothing truly horrible in store for further down the road.
The only thing worse than not getting what you want, is getting it.
I cancelled my pruning plans and returned to the real world, for want of a better word. The crew were still looking at with blank faces.
Were going to a small cove the islanders cant get to. Its on the other side of the island. If you dont want to go with , youre free to swim for it.
None of them moved. To leave or to attack. Then they nodded. Then soone said, Yes, sir.
I suddenly felt very tired. I wasnt sure if it was all the phasing between worlds, or healing, or magic swords. Nobody told winning would be this exhausting. And I had no experience to draw from. I would have to be careful not to burn myself out.
Anyone got anything to eat? Im starving.
Yes, said Damicar, nervously stepping forward. Actually, I recently made a batch of these seaweed cakes. He held out a bag of green biscuits.
I took one. They tasted really good. These are great.
Damicar blushed. Its the coral. Makes them crunchy.
He had a way of taking odd ingredients and making them into sothing unique and special. If I got marooned on a desert island with him, at least wed have haute cuisine along with our awkward conversations. And no, we wouldnt end up having sex. This was a world with rmaids. If I got desperate, Id find a way to drag one ashore and fuck it.
Calm down, dont jump to conclusions. I an through the power of seduction, obviously. Im not so creepy weirdo. I would only ever have consensual fish sex.
I looked down at Royns decapitated body, and an idea ca to .
Now, I know this isnt the traditional way the good guys win against the odds, but you have to try new things if you want to avoid turning into a stereotypical OP hero with luck on his side.
Hear out.
Hypothetically, what if I didnt approach the islanders as sick, depraved savages? What if I accepted their culture as simply a different lifestyle choice? Cant be easy eating long-pig day in and day out. What if I showed them a few new recipes?
Get Damicar to try a few ideas out on Royn. Sothing sweet, sothing savoury. Then go over and offer the islanders a taste.
Hello, were your new neighbours. We brought you a present.
I an, sure, most people take a basket of muffins, but theres no rulebook for this sort of thing. You can take over a hotpot, if you want. The point is, once its dead, at is at. Soylent Green might be people, but at these prices, how can you say no?
The bigger ship had gone under, and ours was slowly sinking. Spears had stopped hurtling towards us, and now seed the best ti to get out of here.
We got into the rowboats, the n who couldnt fit hanging off the back and kicking. It was like a motorboat, slicing through the waves. Royn was up front with . It was an impressive view, the island with its tall cliffs and green jungle. Not that Royn could see much. His head was in the back with Damicar.
I had told Damicar what I wanted him to do, and he had taken it very well. He was writing up a list of ingredients hed need.
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