Bromfords of the Kollobita´´rtainnen - Part 22

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"Dark Streets Of Bromford"

I like to walk in the summer breeze
Down Dalling Road by the dead old trees
And drink with my friends
In the Hammersmith Broadway
Dear dirty delightful old drunken old days

Then the winter came down and I loved it so dearly
The pubs and the bookies where you'd spend all your time
And the old men that were singing
When the roses bloom again
And turn like the leaves
To a new summertime

Now the winter comes down
I can't stand the chill
That comes to the streets around Christmas time
And I'm buggered to damnation
And I haven't got a penny
To wander the dark streets of Bromford


Every time that I look on the first day of summer
Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT
And the drugged up psychos
With death in their eyes
And how all of this really
Means nothing to me

Now the winter comes down
I can't stand the chill
That comes to the streets around Christmas time
And I'm buggered to damnation
And I haven't got a penny
To wander the dark streets of Bromford

Every time that I look on the first day of summer
Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT
And the drugged up psychos
With death in their eyes
And how all of this really
Means nothing to me


Now the winter comes down
I can't stand the chill
That comes to the streets around Christmas time
And I'm buggered to damnation
And I haven't got a penny
To wander the dark streets of Bromford
To wander the dark streets of Bromford
To wander the dark streets of Bromford

»Kus…«, I almost spoke the animal's name out loud. »Llama! «

»Oh, come on«, the animal says. »I was just kidding. Everything was getting so tense and dark. Why so dark? We are not in the DC universe. I am the llama. I am funny. You have got to love me. My name is KussKuss because I like to kiss kiss. Call me by my name. «

The animal is pursing its lips.

»Come on, let's do the Harlem shuffle and kiss, kiss… Mwah! Mwah! «

»Cut the nonsense, animal! And you, Mr. Wiker, could you please finally tell us. Who attacked you? Who is the greatest terror or horror and the greatest threat of the Kollobita´´rtainnen Sea? «

»It is Captain Pikpok«, the first mate says looking frowning at his shoes. And as we are not reacting the way he has expected he goes on explaining, »Captain Pikpok, the dreadful pirate, on his ghost-ship, The Black Star. «

»Don't say his name! « Mr. Tummy is looking all around as if Wiker could call pirate and ship right by our sides only by speaking out the names. »The Kollobita´´rtainnen Sea is calm most of the times. But storms come out of nothing. And with these storms comes the pirate and his ship. And more and more members of our crew disappear. «

»Not much left of our crew. Only the three of us. The first ones left and joined Pikpok right after that first attack when they saw how powerful he and his ship were. The last ones only yesterday or the day before during the latest storm and attack. The rest is superstition, if you want my opinion. «

»So this Black Star has a crew? « Nigel intervenes. »But isn't a ghost ship - also known as a phantom ship - a vessel with no living crew aboard? «

»It appears«, Tummy cries out in terror, »out of thin air. Like a ghost. «

»Do you know this Captain Pikpok? « I turn to Mr. Tumbleweed, the faun.

»He is not one of us«, the faun says stamping one foot on the wooden ground. »Never heard of him. But as I told you before, I have been dwelling your world for hundreds of centuries without any contact to my kind. «

»He lay in wait for us in a small bay near the cove where we lay eyes on Queen Titania and her entourage, with his creepy ship, black sails and clouds, storms and heavy sea and everything. In thunder and lightning he yelled at us to take down the sails and to hand over the WaveEater with all its goods and valuables. We should surrender or swallow and drink the salty water of the Kollobita´´rtainnen Sea till our near and wet graves. And for whatever reason Captain Hammock took out the Amber Heart of the Sea from its leather bag. Pikpok saw it and went all crazy and furious. He cursed and swore that he would get that in the flashes of lightning sparkling gem or die trying. Since that day - or was it a night? - he has kept following and attacking us at every possible moment. He lured most of our men to join his crew. And only by sheer luck we survived and escaped until today. «

»Bon hiver! Bon hiver! «

What is Mr. Tummy, the ship's cook's shout supposed to mean? Is it a kind of warning? He has gone all pale. His eyes and mouth are wide open in awe and terror and he is whispering without closing or moving his lips.

»You have cursed it, jinxed it. You have called it. You have summoned it. «

His eyes, mouth and hands are pointing at a black cloudbank in front of us and in front of our ship, the WaveEater.

Today is Friday, the 22nd of December 2023.
Beginning of Winter