‘Land Ho!’ cried Niklas and pointed. ‘Two points off the starboard bow and three leagues downwind.’
‘Huh!’ asked Marc Aurel.
‘He means over-that-a-way,’ said zyxy helpfully. ‘And not too far, either.’
‘But not close enough,’ said the skinniest aboard the boat. ‘You there,’ pointing to Marc, McLMan, azzaman333 and CommandoBob, ‘grab oars and start to paddle. I want to be on dry land by noon.’
Slowly the men paddled and by noon the boat was beached on the coast and the seven people had climbed atop of a near by hill. By nightfall they had made crude shelters and started a fire.
As they huddled around the campfire all were silent. The wrath of the thin one was still in flames and no one wanted to be burned. Again.
‘We must know what happened,’ said Niklas. ‘We are your closest and most trusted friends. We cannot help you if you do not reveal what the events of that night.’
The person spoken to was still mad and reluctant to speak, but knew the time had come to speak.
‘I am Elizabeth of England,’ said the person and paused.
<OK,> thought azzaman333, <we have a name. Finally. So what?>
<Elizabeth. Elizabeth? That’s a strange name for a dude.> thought McLMan.
‘I am a woman,’ said Elizabeth.
‘You are? I mean, yes, I see that you are,’ said CommandoBob, jumping to his feet. ‘Well, I mean I take your word that you’re a woman ‘cause I don’t see any of the obvious outward physical manifestations that are normally associated with womanhood and I didn’t knooow uh ah oops I think I’ll go off and die now.’
‘Please forgive him,’ said Niklas quickly. ‘He has not been himself lately…’
‘There is nothing to forgive,’ replied Elizabeth with a hint of a smile in her voice. ‘He speaks the truth but intends no hurt. And while I do not lack the outward physical manifestations of womanhood, as he puts it, they do exist, even if they are less prominent on me than upon others of my sex. I assure you I am fully woman.’
<Well, that explains all the nasty, cutting remarks on the boat,> thought McLMan. <Just a woman being a woman.>
‘Y-y-yes, I’m sure,’ stuttered the relieved CommandoBob. ‘I did not mean to call that into question. But if I may be permitted, has someone else been less kind than I in describing thy womanhood?’
Quick as a flash Elizabeth was standing next to CommandoBob, ‘What do you mean by that?’ she asked in angry, tense voice.
‘I mean that if some lowly cur has caused thee pain by mocking thy petite breasts I would consider it an honor, a duty and a privilege to visit death and destruction upon such a person.’
‘You would?’ she replied in a small, shocked and yet pleased voice.
‘And I!’ exclaimed Marc Aurel, thinking <clever, little brown noser>.
‘I also,’ declared Niklas.
‘Me, too!’ ‘I’d love to help!’ ‘Count me in.’
‘Well, since you have all been so gallant, without even knowing transpired, I must tell you,’ said Elizabeth. ‘Dr. Evil, of the Barbarian Nation, had indicated that he had seen my picture and wanted to meet me and marry me. I know that is a very strange tale, but my father had done the same thing, much to his regret. I did not know which picture he had and knew I would look less than any picture of me. Yet I went. I was blindfolded most of the way and know not whence way we went. When we arrived a great feast was prepared and I met Dr. Evil and his friend of sorts, a man-like creature with a soft, high voice called Michael Jackson. The repast was fine and I retired to my lodgings a great while later. As I was changing into my night clothes Dr. Evil came bursting into the room. He stopped with a shocked look on his face and pointed at me and asked ‘What are those?’ And before I could reply he cried, ‘You’re a girl! Nooo! And I thought I liked you!’ Now he became wroth and began calling for his minions to lay hands upon me and take me away posthaste, which they did. Blindfolded, they led me away, partially clothed and threw me into the sea. The next thing I know I am in thy boat and at thy mercy and that we came hither hence. And now you know the tale.’
<Sounds fishy to me,> thought Niklas, <but after pandering to that wimpy Gandhi for over half a year, I’m ready to crack some skulls.>
<English! She’s one of my people. Let’s help her out and beat the living snot out of this Dr. Evil guy,> thought zyxy.
<Now what have I done?> CommandoBob asked himself. <I royally stuck my foot in my mouth and in trying to remove it I have just pledged to fight to the death for Lizzie the Flat-Chested and her Bumps of Honor!>
Slowly CommandoBob looked at McLMan, azzaman333 and Marc Aurel and measured the strength and resolve in their eyes. He turned to zyxy and saw the rage in his cheeks. He eyed Niklas and saw him give his head a small nod. Lastly he turned to face Elizabeth and saw the anger and hurt in her eyes.
‘My queen,’ he said heavily, dropping to one knee, ‘we are Team Smurkz. We will avenge thee.’