Week of Creativity
23rd of December - Let your Reads Take Wing
Put your heart into literature
as you read
and you will feel
the death of your beloved characters (Enjolras, Grantaire, and company; Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Fred Weasley...)
the loves of your beloved characters (Othello and Desdemona, Marius and Cosette, Enjolras and Grantaire, Ron and Hermione...)
Their first heroics (with guns, words, or patroni...)
Their hearts shall be yours to keep.
I have a fick about two Rocketeers named Sundance (dark-skinned redheaded female, enneatype Seven, Aquarius, extrovert) and Kidd (pale-skinned platinum blond male, enneatype One, Taurus, introvert), who are a marine unit aboard the good ship Nagelfar (actually a yacht) and their Pokémon Team led by a talking Galarian Meowth called Freya, their Team Pet (ambivert, enneatype Eight, Leo, sarcastic). All their Pokémon are named and speciesed after Norse Gods: they have a Skiddo which later evolves into Gogoat called Thor, a Mimikyu called Hela, a one-eyed Corviknight called Odin, a Galarian Rapidash called Frey, a Sprigatito which later evolves into Floragato and Meowscarada called Loki, a shiny Charizard called Surt which can become a Mega Charizard X... The historical setting is inspired by the 1980s. They defect and become free pirates, and from them on it's a war between them, the Galarian and Kalosian fronts of Team Rocket who are feuding (Sundance and Kidd are Galarian, well, Sundance is Crown Tundran, making her rowdier and more boisterous to match the Irish stereotype! Kidd is a Wyndoner, which would be a Londoner in our world), and the Law of both nations. The title?
PRECIOUS SCONES (VI NAGELFAR, IN SWEDISH): THE HUNDRED-CHEERS WAR
Later on they travel to Levincia in Paldea and are given a VIP tour of its Ocean Park full of Pokémon (Tirtouga and Carracosta with numbered carapaces, Flamigo, the Torterra line, Finneon and Lumineon, Luvdisc, Alomomola, Octillery, Inkay and Malamar, Oshawott, the Primarina line, the Skeledirge line, the Empoleon line, Eiscue, Galarian Farfetch'd and Sirfetch'd, Wailmer, the Walrein line, Frillish and Jellicent, the Inteleon line, the Froakie line), with Freya on a leash, by the architect of all the modern art white buildings on Levincia's riverbed and waterfront (not only the Ocean Park but also the Opera House, the Science Museum, the Panoramic Cinema, the Revolutionary Bridge, the Sunrise Pier, and the Green Promenade of Flying Buttresses), the older Santiago (inspired by Calatrava), whom they met at a sunny outdoor terrace where Kidd was having horchata and Santiago and Sundance were having Agua de Levincia (Oran Berry juice with Paldean cava -bubbly wine- and vodka, on ice). He takes them for honeymooners at first because so many honeymooners and newlyweds take pictures of themselves in front of his futuristic architecture. Santiago also paid their drinks. In the end everyone was exhausted and slumped into their bunks on the boat (Santiago into his villa bed outside Levincia). A mean Inteleon at the Ocean Park, nicknamed "Mean Newt" by the staff, who liked to shoot his water finger gun at the guests' pet Pokémon, had also gotten Freya wet, giving her a serious phobia of all newt Pokémon, not only Inteleon and its pre-evolutions Sobble and Drizzile, but also Salandit and Salazzle, Wooper and Quagsire. (It makes sense when you are a cat with a coat of steel wool how serious it would be for you to get wet, and therefore how crippling Freya's newt phobia is!)
Kidd's family is pretty ordinary and they are divorced. His full name is Henry Kidd Junior. His dad Henry Senior lives in a block of flats on Wyndon's outskirts and he loves playing golf and feeding stale bread to the Farfetch'ds, Sirfetch'ds, and Swannas in the district park pond. His mum Kate (née Collins) lives in Compshire in the Galarian countryside in a thatched cottage, not far from Ballonlea, and she does gardening and keeps Bellossoms and Lilligants as pets. She has grafted her berry bushes to create some pretty interesring hybrid berries. Kate also loves reading classic Galarian literature from the Middle Ages to the Industrial Revolution. She is especially fond of Killian Drakespeare, the famous Bard of Ballonlea, having acted in many of his plays, and still watches him both on telly (TV) and at the village theatre in Ballonlea, where they hold the Drakespeare Festival, with performances of his classic plays and a Renaissance faire. Above the fireplace hangs a poster of her in the lead role that made her: Katherine, her namesake, in The Taming of the Shroodle. She met Henry, who was then a young critic, at a performance at the Ballonlea Drakespeare Festival, and they fell in love, one of the many many times she starred in that play, of which she never grew weary and for which she played a wild, angry hoyden very unlike her gentle true self. Kate's twin sister, Kidd's maternal maiden aunt Louise Collins, who is hyperactive and free-spirited, always played Katherine's demure and gentle sister Bianca. Now she lives in Lumiose, the capital of Kalos, and is a fashion model and the face of a perfume brand, Eau de Star (though she has a crippling phobia of and allergy to lepidopteran Pokémon, ever since a Vivillon startled her in a lavender field in Southern Kalos one summer as a child. A Galarian female therapist, though well-intentioned, worsened her phobia by putting Louise in a cage full of Butterfrees, Vivillons, and Beautiflies, the dust from whose wings clogged her airways and made her cry!). Her rooftop penthouse has a swimming pool and a great Prism Tower view, especially at sunset and by night. Henry and Kate fell out of love because their marriage grew cold and due to irreconcilable differences. She wants a cottage and he wants to live in Wyndon town where the action is, though she didn't see much action in the sport of golf or in feeding waterfowl Pokémon by a pond. He doesn't understand the Renaissance linguistics of Drakespeare or doesn't want to get messy gardening, though, when she suggests an apron, he asks, "What about the body parts the apron does not cover?" Divorce was inevitable.
Sundance Tawhare's first name name is actually a translation of her original, nearly unpronounceable Crown Tundran (read: Gaelic) name, which means "dances with the Sun". Her family gave her that name to keep her away from curses and ghost- and dark- type Pokémon. Her mother and maternal grandmother are goodwives, ie herbalists and midwives, helping babies be born and hatch Pokémon eggs, with a reputation as village witches in the family's home village of Freezington. From them she learned how to use minerals, plants, fungi, and Pokémon parts for healing. Her dad Temuera Tawhare was a folklorist from Alola (Poni Island to be more precise) who came over to the Crown Tundra to study the supernatural and the folklore of the land and fell in love with the folklore, the landscape, and a beautiful Freezington girl who had no suitors due to her quirky heritage. Now he is a Literature teacher at the local school. It is from him that Sundance gets her passion for folklore and stories, hence the Norse Gods theme of the Pokémon Team. Her maternal grandpa is a dullahan, a headless horseman. Once, during the Second Great War, he was a young aristocratic army officer, Sir/Lieutenant Owen, from rural Southern Galar, who married Sundance's granny Maeve O'Hara and left her pregnant with Sundance's mother Rhiannon. He was in the cavalry and wanted to tame Spectrier, to use him as a weapon against the Axle Powers. He got a magical bridle and bit made from night-blooming plants, married Maeve, and impregnated her. But the goodwife or witch warned him that taming Spectrier would come at a price. On the first battle he rode the ghostly steed, a mortar shell from Kanto blew off his head. Still on he rode. Though left for dead by the Galarian Army, he lived on undead and rode on to a pregnant Maeve, made his condition known to her by signs. It was autumn, so she took a dried pumpkin jack o' lantern, put a Litwick inside it and it became Sir Owen's new head. Sundance is well-acquainted with both her grandfather and Spectrier, who have come to visit the family home on autumn nights, especially for Samhain leading the Wild Hunt: a great parade of ghost- and dark- type Pokémon all over the Crown Tundra, Isle of Armour, Galar, Kalos, and Northern Paldea (what would be the Celtic world in real life). Sundance is not ashamed at all of her family. She finds it pretty original!
Freya was originally a stray living on the backstreets of a summer resort in Southern Galar, in Hulbury by the Galarian Channel, and orphaned as a young kitten. She had a tough upbringing and survived by stealing and fleeing from petcatchers, even learning human speech. One day she stole a necklace from a wealthy Kalosian female tourist, attracted to its shiny sapphire, and was chased by both police (who wanted the gem) and petcatchers (who wanted the then nameless young Meowth's fallopian tubes tied up). Kidd and Sundance, then part of Team Rocket, were there for some relaxation and having some ice cream, and she jumped straight at them. Adopting and naming Freya was a no brainer (also, Kidd learned that Sundance knows what "fallopian tubes" means)!
Hela the Mimikyu hatched and was raised from owner to owner in the black market, being sold cheaper and cheaper because she brought misfortune to all her owners. Then she was not even given a name. They said she was cursed... Sundance got her when she belonged to Team Rocket and broke her curse by giving her a name, a kiss, and lots of love: things Hela had never had before. She soon opened up to Odin and Thor and is now a valuable crew member. She can communicate with humans through telepathy, like Odin the one-eyed Corviknight and Frey the Galarian Rapidash. Hela is a Pisces and a Four on the Enneagram. Odin is a Capricorn and a Five, and pretty aloof. Thor is an Aries and an Eight. He eats anything with cellulose, but is especially fond of clover and Yellow Pages. Frey is a Libra and a Nine on the Enneagram. He was caught by Kidd in Compshire when he belonged to Team Rocket, once when he and Sundance went there to visit his mum for the weekend, as a Ponyta.
PRECIOUS SCONES/VI NAGELFAR: POKÉMON
A RELEVANT PROLOGUE
Kidd and Sundance meet first on a square in downtown Wyndon. There is a great statue of a bronze Commander from the industrial era on a very high pillar in the middle, surrounded by four oversized statues of bronze Pyroars to the four cardinal directions: males to the north and south, females to the east and west. Sundance, a cinnamon-skinned redhead in her twenties with fiery hair in a messy ponytail and green eyes, dressed in a mint green power suit, looks around in all directions.
SUNDANCE: Well, well, well... The Wyndon Eye?
She stops Kidd, a quintessential Wyndoner in his twenties with lilywhite skin in a Prussian blue impeccable business suit and black umbrella, with slicked back platinum hair and icy blue eyes.
SUNDANCE: Sir, where's the Wyndon Eye?
KIDD: It is "Could you please direct me to the Wyndon Eye," Miss. And, by the colour of your fiery hair and emerald eyes as well as your uncouth manners and your loud brashness, I take you to be from the Crown Tundra. If you keep on talking like that here in Wyndon town, you will sound like either a barbarian or a drill sergeant. May I invite you to a stout later this evening?
SUNDANCE: I AM a Crown Tundran, Sir.
KIDD: It is Kidd, not Sir, Miss...
SUNDANCE: Sundance, pleased to meet you (they shake hands).
KIDD: Well, Sundance, it will be a pleasure to escort such a lovely maiden to the Wyndon Eye and get on board with you, together. Your cinnamon complexion betrays some foreign descent, from outside the Crown Tundra.
(Sundance laughs.)
SUNDANCE: My dad is from Alola! His name is Temuera! He was a folklorist and he came to study the legends and the supernatural of the Crown Tundra, but, after he met Mum and they had me, he teaches Literature at our school... My mum Rhiannon does a lot of things, but mostly she hatches Pokémon eggs!
It begins to rain.
SUNDANCE: Shoot, it's raining!
KIDD (opening his umbrella): No matter, we can share my brolly.
SUNDANCE: What is a brolly?
KIDD: Why? It's an umbrella! Wyndonsplaining...
They get on the Wyndon Eye together, just as it's ceasing to rain around the ferris wheel.
SUNDANCE: WOW! You can see all of Wyndon town, even the surrounding woods...
That evening, they eat Veluza fish and chips at The Happy Veluza, Kidd's favourite chip shop, then have a few stouts at Kidd's favourite pub, and then, as Kidd follows Sundance to the hotel, the following exchange occurs:
KIDD: I live in a suburb of Wyndon with my dad Henry, he plays a lot of golf. Mum's name is Kate. She lives in a thatched cottage in the countryside and does a lot of gardening. They're divorced. Quite the garden-variety Galarians, pun intended. After I drop you at the hotel I've got to take the bus home... I work for a certain secret organisation that happens to be recruiting nowadays. My card...
He shows her a card with a big red R and an address in suburban Wyndon.
SUNDANCE: 13 Hyacinth Crescent... Oh my Arceus! It's the address where I have to show up tomorrow morning for my job interview.
KIDD: Really?
SUNDANCE: Of course?
KIDD: Then, see you tomorrow! Break a leg!
They blow one another a kiss and see each other disappear.
PS. At the Happy Veluza.
KIDD: You can't visit Wyndon without sampling the local specialty, right?
SUNDANCE: Scrumptious! The breaded Veluza and the chips are both golden and crispy!
KIDD: You see why this is my favourite chip shop! Lucky we have a high tea between lunch and supper! Now for some sightseeing around town, and then a stout at Colin's at seven!
SUNDANCE: Don't tell me the pub owner is Crown Tundran like yours truly!
KIDD: Of course, my Horsea! He immigrated here in his youth to set up the pub...
They see and take photos of several monuments and feed the Swannas in a park pond. Around seven, in the rain under their shared brolly, Kidd and Sundance stop by a cozy downtown pub. The sign says "Colin's." The pub seems to be from the seventeenth or eighteenth century.
Upon entering, above the bar stands a sign reading "Céad Míle Fáilte!" Colin is a robust Crown Tundran in his fifties, with salt-and-pepper hair and whiskers. He looks like Colin Farrell.
COLIN: 'Evening, Kidd! A hundred thousand welcomes!
SUNDANCE: 'Evening, Colin... Céad Míle Fáilte! A hundred thousand welcomes to you too! That's what it says on the sign on the bar...
KIDD: I always wondered what it meant... 'Evening, Colin!
COLIN: That's a nice little cailín you've picked up on the town today. Follow old Colin's advice and tie the knot with her. I am always too busy with the pub to get married. You could say the pub is me wife!
KIDD: Oh no, she's just a friend I made, I might just as well prefer the company of other gentlemen! By the way, what is a "caleen?"
SUNDANCE: A cailín is a girl or a maiden in Crown Tundran. Someone like me.
COLIN: That's right! Anyway, may I take your orders?
KIDD: A pint of stout for me, please.
SUNDANCE: And a quarter gallon of stout for me.
KIDD: Can't you say please? And isn't a quarter gallon a tad too much for a lady?
COLIN: We Crown Tundrans go straight to the point. No time for any posh pleases or thanks. Oh my, it was ages since I last poured a quarter gallon to a cailín like you...
SUNDANCE: No matter. I have a pretty high threshold. I can hold it.
By the time Kidd and Sundance leave Colin's pub and he's escorting her to the hotel, it's quarter to eight and both of them are merry, neither one is at least slightly tipsy.
Later on, there is a political event called Galarxit which means Galar leaves the Federation of Regions which means Team Rocket gets leeway to carry out more illegal operations, and which leads to a war between the Galarian and Kalosian branches of Team Rocket. It is called the Galarxit War.
PRECIOUS SCONES/VI NAGELFAR
RETURN TO WYNDON (THE YELLOW POKÉBALL)
A series of choice abductions are taking place all around the capital of Galar. They hail from both Wyndon itself and the provinces and they happen to be powerful Pokémon, Drakespearean thespians, and intelligent scientists and techies. Wherever an abduction takes place, a graffiti of a big yellow Pokéball is left behind as calling card, leaving Galarian police to call the criminal "the Yellow Pokéball."
The cover shows Kidd and Sundance (and Freya) in raincoats with Pokéballs in hand in front of a redbrick wall of Lumiose Dock in Wyndon (shipping for Kalos heads there). The Yellow Pokéball is painted on the wall.
The crew of the Nagelfar, after learning of the crimes through the Galar Times, meet in Wyndon a retired Drakespearean thespian and aristocrat from the Ballonlea shire, Sir Kenneth Lockheart, made famous by the villainous role of Honest Iago (he is based upon Iago, Branagh, and Gilderoy Lockhart), which he played alongside Kidd's mum Kate as Iago's wife Emilia, and shortly after he invites them to Corphish thermidor and white wine followed by Oran Berry crêmeux, and then to a few pints of stout, both supper and drinks at a gentlemen's club, the Reform Club (for which Sundance has to wear a suit, an emerald green suit gifted by Sir Kenneth at Horrod's, and fake a deep voice, since no women are allowed), Kidd has his pint of stout spiked and disappears. It is up to Sundance and Freya, partly riding Odin, partly on foot, to search for him, following clues through unsafe Wyndon streets in the night, down to a warehouse on Lumiose Dock where all the thespians and scientists and techies (including Kidd) and powerful Pokémon, are being held hostage... BY SIR KENNETH!!! He reveals that he was inspired by his character, Honest Iago. He was also made aware of the vanity of youth when his best friend Kate left the stage to have a husband and child, and Kate's sister Louise announced her move to Kalos, so he decided to leave the stage too and pick a lifestyle he liked: one of freelance crime and terrorism. He doesn't like to join a mafia like Team Rocket, but rather be a free spirit and follow his heart. Kidd and Sundance tell Sir Kenneth that they have defected from Team Rocket and are freelancers and free spirits as well, and he says he admires that. When told to free his prisoners and turn to less unethical strategies like smuggling, they seal the deal with a handshake as a gentlemen's agreement and an agreement between free spirits. As they leave Wyndon, they get Sir Kenneth's card with the Yellow Pokéball and an invite to his estate in the Galarian countryside, just north of Ballonlea, for tea and croquet.
During the battle against Sir Kenneth in the warehouse, his grunt Basil (who looks and acts like John Cleese as Mr. Fawlty) pulls out a Quagsire, and his femme fatale Sybil (who looks and acts like Prunella Scales as Mrs. Fawlty), pulls out a Salazzle. They're both old thespian friends of Sir Kenneth's who have followed him into his new lifestyle. Freya's crippling newt phobia kicks in (this happens post-Levincia). She is frozen in place at first, then curls up and mutters: "No no no... NOT the NEWTS... No splashing... Danger... Red alert... Red alert... Levincia... Levincia... Please don't shoot me..." It is then that Kidd and Sundance are made aware of her newt phobia and what kickstarted it. "ANYTHING but the NEWTS... Sundance, put me in a POKÉBALL..." Usually Freya stays out in the open and steers clear of Pokéballs, wearing the cutest of yellow raincoats and boots when the weather is foul (Sundance wears a mint green and Kidd a cobalt blue rain ensemble), but this time she chooses the lesser of two evils and lets Sundance put her in the ball (when asked about the inside of it later, she replies she was "as snug as a Charjabug in a plaid rug!"). Sundance fights and wins a tag battle against the Thenardiéresque couple with Odin the one-eyed Corviknight and Hela the Mimikyu.
(This arc is a reference to The Yellow M in Blake & Mortimer!).
Later on they return to Levincia and find an aloof stray male Sprigatito on the waterfront, which Sundance catches and names Loki. Now the Nagelfar has two ship's cats, one of whom being grass-type doesn't need a raincoat, and Freya is at first jealous of Loki for all the attention he gets, yet as he opens up to the crew, humans and Pokémon alike, he gradually falls in love with Freya, to the point of the two of them kissing at a rainy sunset when he's a Meowscarada. Loki's zodiac sign is Gemini and his enneatype is Seven as well. He is very curious and gradually learns human speech, like Freya did, until he is fluent as a Floragato...
PREHISTORIC PARK
After Loki the Sprigatito has joined the crew, when the crew of the Nagelfar are in Hulbury by the Galarian Channel resting and having some ice cream, they win some sweepstakes to visit Prehistoric Park on Ettinborough Island in warmer waters (Paldean waters, something like the Canary Islands), the personal haven of old Professor David Ettinborough, of GBC (Galarian Broadcasting Corporation) fame as a Pokémon documentary narrator, where he has gathered all known fossil Pokémon, all brought back to life in the same lush volcanic paradise.
The crew of the Nagelfar sail to Ettinborough Island and are warmly welcomed by the charming old Professor with Pinap coladas under the abundant plant life (though Sundance would have preferred stout or Agua de Levincia, and Loki and Freya would have preferred cream). He also shows them around, the jeeps, and his own car the Ledybug (looks like a VW Bug and is red with spots like a Ledyba). They ride the Ledybug and he introduces them to the prehistoric Pokémon around the island, several of which have got proper names, including a massive female Tyrantrum called Li'l Ty.
After dark, the pollen in the flowers of the night-blooming Vileplumes mixed with Loki's scent makes all the prehistoric Pokémon go berserk. They all chase Professor Ettinborough and the crew of the Nagelfar, who drive around in the Ledybug from the watchtower to the bungalow (Kidd as co-pilot, Sundance, Loki, and Freya in the backseat). Li'l Ty puts the Ledybug in her mouth and tries to eat the car, passengers and all! Suddenly Loki picks up a hand grenade that the Professor kept in the backseat in case of emergency in his mouth as if it were some kind of berry. It gives Sundance and Freya the bright idea to open the window and, pulling out the pin, throw the grenade down the Tyrantrum's throat into her esophagus. It works: Li'l Ty spits the car out.
At their temporary home, the prehistoric Pokémon lay siege to the bungalow in the night. Professor Ettinborough finds out that it is the unfamiliar scent of Sprigatito that is driving them into a frenzy. They all calm down and break the siege, sure enough, as soon as Kidd sprays Loki with his men's deodorant.
The next day, the crew says a very fond farewell to the Professor and to his prehistoric zoo, including to Li'l Ty, apologizing for giving her a very sore throat!
DAWN OF THE SURT
After visiting Ettinborough Island, the crew of the Nagelfar learn through the Galar Times of a berserk shiny Charizard, a male by the looks of it, terrorising the countryside in Compshire and Ballonlea. Kidd fears for his mother's safety, while Sundance wishes to catch the fiery black behemoth and call him Surt.
As they reach the shire, they find Kate's cottage under siege by the black 'Zard fighting Basil and his Quagsire, and Sybil and her Salazzle. Freya's newt phobia kicks in again, while Kidd and Sundance send Odin, Thor, and Hela to defend the cottage and help the shiny Charizard against Sir Kenneth's henchpeople. In the heat of battle, Loki overwhelms the newt Pokémon with his sweet scent. The crew of the Nagelfar win, make friends with the Charizard before catching him, heal him at the village Pokémon Centre, and call him Surt. They then spend the night with a dessert of trifle at Kate's, room and board and breakfast, and decide to look for megastones, Charizardites X, to power up their new friend, across the Channel in Kalos, unaware that Basil and Sybil are spying and eavesdropping...
Meanwhile at the Reform Club in Wyndon...
SIR KENNETH: All right... So Surt, like the lava giant who will start Ragnarök... And Charizardites... Only one jewellery shop, the Stone Emporium in Lumiose, has them at great expense. Basil! Sybil! I need you two in Lumiose ASAP. Follow those whippersnappers and that shiny Charizard. Surely we live in interesting times...
MEGASTONE QUEST
Having crossed the Galarian Channel to Laverre in Kalos, our friends moor the Nagelfar at port and hire their land vehicle in Kalos, the Vespi: a yellow Vespa with a sidecar, striped like a Vespiquen and even with a headlight like the red hexagonal ruby on the Vespiquen's forehead. Sundance rides the Vespi with Freya on her shoulders, Kidd on her sidecar and Loki on his shoulders. We have been with them to Kalos and seen Laverre and the Vespi and Lumiose and Aunt Louise and lodged in her penthouse before, after the first visit to Levincia and before the Yellow Pokéball in Wyndon.
Once back in Lumiose, the crew of the Nagelfar lodge in Louise's penthouse again. She informs them that the only place in all of Kalos where you can find a Charizardite X (in fact, any Charizardites) is the Stone Emporium in Lumiose itself, not far from the Prism Tower, but that the gems in that jewellery shop are very pricey. The next day, after a breakfast of coffee, croissants, and Oran Berry juice, the crew plus Louise head off to the Stone Emporium to purchase three Charizardites X for Sundance to wear in a Thor's hammer. The jeweller René (who looks like René Artois) says that each Charizardite costs 100,000. Now where to get 300,000 ASAP? Aunt Louise suggests that Kidd, Sundance, Freya, and Loki model for her haute couture runway that weekend at the foot of the Prism Tower! Even though Freya and Sundance are at first reluctant, they decide, coaxed by Louise's Chirac-like agent Jacques, to wear the emerald green and orange avant-garde gown and the shocking pink kitty couture. Loki looks lovely in black and Kidd in cobalt and white, while Louise wears a cyan mermaid tail gown.
But on the runway, whom do they find modelling as well but SIR KENNETH, dressed in a snazzy salmon pink brocade suit (looking every bit like Gilderoy Lockhart!). His spies in Lumiose, Basil and Sybil, had informed him of the fashion show, and he has his own modelling agency, being an aristocrat! And he has brought his own pet model Gilderoy, an INTELEON in a white brocade suit and top hat, to the runway! Freya cannot model, she is frozen in place by the highest epitome of her newt phobia, but thankfully Kidd moves her around the runway like a puppet and saves the show!
A Pokémon Battle takes place after the fashion show: Surt, Odin, Thor, Frey, Loki, and Hela all curbstomp the three newt Pokémon of Sir Kenneth and his cronies. In the end, they say farewell, the noble saying that he was just putting them to the test and that they will get stronger the next time...
SIR KENNETH: I cannot wait to see what you do with your megastones...
Having raised their 300,000 the crew heads on Monday to the Stone Emporium, and René mounts the three Charizardites X into the Thor's hammer, that Sundance wears around her neck.
RENÉ: So you have a shiny Charizard called Surt... Pretty meaningful name, right? These gems are costly and full of power. Use them only when you need them the most.
SUNDANCE: I will (right hand on heart).
They take their leave of Aunt Louise, get on the Vespi, return up north to the Channel, buy provisions, and set sail once more for new adventures...
Surt the shiny Charizard is a Scorpio and an Eight on the Enneagram. He is quite protective of the people and Pokémon he loves, which now means the crew of the Nagelfar and formerly meant the forest of Compshire (he tried to torch the cottages because some careless young Wyndoners had littered in the woods). You mess with Surt, you get burned literally.
AN ENCHANTED EVENING
While exploring an islet on the Galarian Channel, Kidd and Sundance find buried Viking gold treasures where Freya and Loki were digging to bury their excrements. After trading their ancient gold to Laverre Museum in Northern Kalos for a small fortune in contemporary money, the crew of the Nagelfar decide to spend it on a little soirée. Sundance and Kidd have always wanted to watch a live opera. At the Ópera de Levincia they are giving Othello, a Drakespearean opera, so why not set sail for Paldea, eat a good traditional lunch and supper washed down with good drinks, spend the evening there, and watch the Levincian modern skyline, with its waterfront and riverbed futuristic architecture, shining brightly at night, one of the famous Ten Sights of Paldea? Everyone agrees.
After mooring in the Port of Levincia, everyone is starving. Both humans are sharply dressed in their gentlemen's suits from the Reform Club in Wyndon. First stop: a pet-friendly restaurant near the Museo de Ciencias. Corphish paella with crispy socarrat on the bottom, Agua de Levincia for the humans, and agua de fuente for Loki and Freya. Artazon nougat ice cream for dessert for everyone (Artazon, south of Levincia, is a locality famous for its Navidad nougats and ice cream, not to mention dollmaking). The meal is delicious.
First Kidd and Sundance go buy the tickets for the opera, but they have five hours until the show begins: enough to enjoy the Museo de Ciencias and the Paseo de los Arbotantes. First they decide to visit the Science Museum, since the Promenade is on the way to the Ópera de Levincia.
At the Museo, with Loki and Freya in the Pokéballs (they will stay there for a while) there is a Foucault's Pendulum, a huge model of a DNA molecule, and a hatchery called "La Maravilla de la Vida" hatching many diverse Pokémon eggs in three incubators, which draws many families with children: couples of lesbian mothers, single dads, interracial couples... Kidd and Sundance watch a Happiny and a Wynaut hatch. There is also a huge interactive colour-coded periodic table which keeps them busy for a while. Pushing each element tile gives you the element's name and atomic number in Galarian, Paldean, and Kalosian, for example: "Hydrogen, atomic number one. Hidrógeno, número atómico uno. Hydrogène, numéro atomique un". They keep on pushing tiles of the elements and watching eggs hatch and watching the Pendulum swing.
After three and a half hours at the Museo de Ciencias, Kidd and Sundance leave for the Paseo de Arbotantes. The Promenade leading to the Ópera de Levincia is covered with flying buttresses and filled with exotic plants and grass-type Pokémon like Tropiuses, Alolan Exeggutors, Bellossoms, and Lilligants. Here they free Loki and Freya so they can enjoy the Paseo, but the cats will be back in their Pokéballs at the opera since no pets are allowed there. Kidd also refreshes Sundance's memories about Othello:
"So Othello is this general who is happily married to the lovely Desdemona, but whom Honest Iago, his assistant, poisoned against her by making him believe that she is having an affair with young Cassio. And he believes in the ruse. I give no spoilers, but the ending is Drakespearean indeed!"
He also tells Sundance that the opera will be in Galarian with surtitles in Paldean (in fact, the lyrics are Miss Dermark's Verdian Othello, on this blog, with all animal and idiom references Pokémonised!)
As they enter the Ópera de Levincia, which resembles a huge starship ready to take off, they encounter Santiago, their architect friend, who having designed the Opera House gets a VIP pass to see operas and is very fond of bel canto himself. They greet each other before taking their seats.
When the opera is staged, the singers in Victorian or nineteenth-century clothing, who isn't singing with the spotlight on, singing in an ominous baritone, plying young Lieutenant Cassio with strong drink, pouring poison into Othello's ears, but SIR KENNETH once more, starring as Honest Iago? What a surprise!
By the end of the opera, when Othello has stabbed himself and died on the third kiss, bleeding out and kissing thrice the beloved wife he stifled in a jealous rage, Sundance is sobbing and drying up her tears, while a single drop runs down Kidd's left cheek, ere both clap their hands at the curtain call.
As they sit down at the Opera Hous.e's Restaurante Contrapunto for a supper of Lechonk ham, Malamar rings with Sitrus Berry juice, and sour cream and chive vol-au-vents, all washed down with cava, who doesn't come to sit by their side but Sir Kenneth? May I, as a good frenemy, please?
KIDD: Of course. You were always a worthy opponent at our Pokémon battles, so why not?
SUNDANCE: And you were brilliant as Honest Iago. You stole the show this evening. And at the end you disappeared for the Law not to seize you!
KENNETH: Thank you very much indeed, my dear frenemies. In fact, I missed the applause, the spotlight, the challenge of having to play someone who is not who he is, who is someone different depending on whom he is with. Not even the thespian or the baritone who plays him gets to know the REAL Iago. Camarero, otra botella de cava y una copa para mí, por favor.
Santiago also joins their table at the Contrapunto and shares their tapas and cava.
All four share their tapas and some lively conversation in Galarian for two hours.
KENNETH: I love it when the villains escape unscathed at the end, because that means chaos never dies...
They all have horchata cremoso (crêmeux in Paldean) for dessert and toast with cava to long frenmity. Sir Kenneth pays for everyone's supper except Santiago's, to everyone's surprise, and the crew of the Nagelfar thank him very much.
After Sundance and Kidd escort Sir Kenneth and his three bodyguards to his five-star hotel, they free Loki and Freya and get to a lookout point on a hill in the riverbed where they can see the whole futuristic architecture skyline shining at midnight, and they take a few photos, before they return to the waterfront and sleep snug as Charjabugs in plaid rugs in their bunks on the Nagelfar.
The next day, on to the next quests or adventures...
Déjà-vu anyone?
The idea of two good at heart people of different looks and personalities, one of them smarter and the other more sensual, and their team pet, going on far-flung quests and adventures in different places and meeting a colourful core secondary cast, is taken from Franco-Belgian graphic novels. Kidd is Astérix or Tintin. Sundance is a female Obélix or Haddock. Freya is a talking kitty version of Idéfix or Milou/Snowy. Who didn't love these graphic novels as a kid or teen (and maybe does still in adulthood)? The idea of giving them a boat and making them pirates was so that they could take their home with them wherever they went. The stereotypes of British tourists abroad I play with are also tinkered with in Witches Abroad by the legendary Sir Terry Pratchett.
THE WILD HUNT
While sailing from the East Province of Paldea to Kalos, the crew of the Nagelfar get the news by phone that Goodwife Maeve, in a certain Crown Tundran village, is very ill in a coma and about to die. So off they go to the Crown Tundra once more (they have already met Sundance's family), to inquire about Sundance's granny's health. However, when they arrive, Maeve is already deceased and the whole village of Freezington, including her daughter Rhiannon and son-in-law Temuera and Mort the mortician, is having the funeral. Furthermore, the goodwife has died on Samhain night, and her last words were: "Death is the next big quest... Don't wait for me, Owen, I'm coming!"
During the funeral, Sundance meets with her parents again and shares the mourning. Rhiannon is devastated for having lost her beloved mother, and both Temuera and Sundance try to reassure her. After the funeral, Kidd is surprised by Sundance's explanation that everyone in the Crown Tundra and Isle of Armour goes to the pub instead of home after funerals to shake off ectoplasm from evil spirits. That evening he chooses to accompany Sundance and her parents, with Freya and Loki in tow, to the local pub "The Headless Rider." Once there, everyone except the Meowth drinks stout in the light of jack o' lanterns, and Temuera and Rhiannon praise Kidd as their worthy in-law, after some conversation. He claims that he is only Sundance's friend, and Sundance and Freya and Loki agree.
Rhiannon is still wistful when a great racket is heard outside. Everyone goes out to the door to see a huge parade of ghost- and dark- type Pokémon matching down the streets of Freezington, led by a dullahan with a jack o' lantern head riding Spectrier... But riding sidesaddle behind him is the ghost of a familiar old lady. Ghost Maeve waves for her family to join her, and they do. So do Kidd and Freya and Loki.
"My dear girl... Rhiannon... You too, Temuera, and you, my darling young Sundance... Now I am part of the Wild Hunt, together forever with Owen and Spectrier... I will follow them every Samhain night, and then I shall pass by the home of those I hold dear... I shall not tarry, for the Wild Hunt has got lands to ride through..."
As the Wild Hunt rides away, Sundance's parents dry up their tears and the girl herself also gets all teared up. The next day, Rhiannon announces her plans to find an apprentice as the next goodwife, but she also has an errand for her daughter and her friends to help her as a goodwife:
"Could you sail to the East Province of Paldea and find me some Salty Herba Mystica for arthritis potions? It grows on the hills north of Levincia..." is Rhiannon's request. Embracing her goodbye, Sundance agrees to find her the ingredient she requests.
QUEST FOR THE HERBA MYSTICA
After mooring the Nagelfar in Levincia, our crew head up north to find the Salty Herba Mystica, though not before buying a map of the East Province in town to locate the secret ingredient easier. The old man who sells them the map at an open-air market warns them, however, that the Salty Herba Mystica is guarded by a fearsome Pokémon who has already consumed a lot of it...
Up north in Area Three of the East Province, in a hilly land with the ruins of a small castle, near the mountain village of Zapapico, the crew of the Nagelfar follow the map to the hills where the Salty Herba Mystica grows, but before they reach the hills there is a sudden earthquake and sandstorm, shocking Sundance, Kidd, Freya, and Loki, and then Sundance almost falls into the gaping mouth of a gargantuan Orthworm that was surfacing like a Sarlacc out of the ground.
Everyone makes a dash for the Castle to keep themselves safe, guessing the oversized Orthworm was the Pokémon in the map seller's warning. Once in the fortress ruins, Kidd consults the map book and they all learn this Orthworm is male and called the Lurking Steel Titan, and he became this size and strength by consuming Salty Herba Mystica. He can use Iron Tail, Headbutt, Wrap, and Sandstorm.
Suddenly the Lurking Steel Titan makes a dash for the Castle. The crew of the Nagelfar see no way out but battle; this Orthworm is quite territorial and wants no intruders to take his prized Salty Herba Mystica. Odin, Thor, Frey, and Hela are soon left out of commission by the Titan, and now the gargantuan Orthworm is fighting Surt on equal terms, and suffocating the shiny Charizard with Wrap. It is then that, seeing all hope lost, Sundance decides to use her first Charizardite X and makes Surt mega-evolve. Mega Charizard X Surt breaks free from the Lurking Steel Titan's constraints and thoroughly torches him. Then the Titan shrinks in size to that of a regular Orthworm.
After healing their Pokémon at the Centre in Zapapico, the crew of the Nagelfar makes their way to the hills where the Salty Herba Mystica grows, and Kidd and Sundance fill their satchels with the wonderful herb. Suddenly Thor eats some of the Salty Herba Mystica and becomes able to leap incredibly high. Loki also tries the herb and not only becomes able to jump at dizzying heights, but also evolves into Floragato and becomes fluent in human languages.
Back in Freezington in the Crown Tundra, Rhiannon and Temuera take the Herba Mystica but not all of it. They advise their daughter and her friends to keep some Salty Herba Mystica at hand in case they need it. With some Salty Herba Mystica in their satchels, Sundance and Kidd, Freya and Loki, all take their leave of Sundance's parents for the moment and set sail for new adventures...
In L. Frank Baum's Life and Adventures of Santa Claus, there is "the King of the Ryls (plant sprites), who lived among the gay (read: merry) flowers and luscious fruits of Valencia."
Must have seemed pretty exotic for an Anglo-Saxon Victorian reader, right?
DIGAS LO QUE DIGAS, NO DIGAS NADA
Seamus Heaney
Traducción / Adaptación de Sandra Dermark - 6 de febrero, MMXVIII
I.
Escribo esto tras una charla con un bloguero
sueco interesado en la cuestión catalana.
De nuevo en Gotemburgo veraneo,
donde no hay nuevas si hay noticias malas.
Donde un Argo Panoptes conectado
señala y graba y cuelga en Internet
si ve famosos. Lujado anda el mando,
mas yo me inclino más, por esta vez,
hacia los informes y análisis
de los medios de masa y gobernantes
que dan crónica, sin parálisis,
de larga campaña tan alarmante,
que comprueban, al pulso, “Puigdemont”,
“llengua pròpia”, “derecho a decidir”,
“encaje en España”, “desconexión”...
Pero yo canto, ya que vivo aquí,
experta en cortesía, como los míos,
con ellos, sobre los primeros “tuits”,
chupando aquel falso regusto insípido
de viejas respuestas de “llepafils”.
“Estoy de acuerdo: seguro, habrá guerra”.
“¿Cuándo acabará? Se pone peor”.
“Se han pasado de rosca los de Esquerra”.
Afónica está la “voz de la razón”.
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II.
Lo que oyes por la calle no son tunos.
De los balcones cuelga “l’estelada”.
“Puigdemont es feliz”, dijeron unos
tras ese Clásico que ganó el Barça.
Ven una estampa como el Tres de Mayo:
al paredón, carlista y botifler.
Temblamos ante fusiles cargados,
no queremos tener nada que ver.
Tanto mamar el cóctel Molotov
de tetas de cadáver de novicia,
tanto tragar ese amargo licor,
nos deja a todos con la lengua bífida.
La nota liberal ya suena hueca
con este contrapunto, día y noche,
de golpes y gritos. ¿A que no tienta
diagnosticar que renace el reproche?
Mas otros síntomas no hay que ignorar.
Anoche, audible fue la “traquicardia”
de los fuegos de aquella mascletà,
intolerante a Podemos y a España.
“El que això no acompleixca, que no es queixe”,
(frase de una canción de un tal Ovidio) ,
mientras sigo con esta sed ardiente
de palabras para anzuelo y cebo vivo
para pescar a las masas en paroxismo
y poner paz y orden. Cualquier sujeto
puede sortear la Escila del fanatismo
y el Caribdis del fraude: aere perennius.
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III.
“¿De política? Nunca se habla aquí”.
“Sí, se les ve el plumero”, y cállate.
“Los unos son tan malos como los otros”.
A buen tiempo, no cuelgue del revés
más el retrato del primer Borbón,
sino los de Isabel y don Fernando.
Mas, con mi sedentaria profesión,
es imposible. A mí me monta tanto.
Parcos los catalanes: amordazan
tiempo y espacio. Canto a la Senyera
donde, digas lo que digas, no digas nada
ni des la cara. Sálvese quien pueda.
Las señales de humo serían gritos
comparadas con nuestras estrategias:
la enseñanza, electorales distritos…
discriminar sin excepción a la regla.
Amparo, Lledó y Montse, dels Països;
y española, fijo, Sandra (o Elena).
¡Tierra de santo y seña, sutil guiño,
mentes abiertas cual trampas abiertas!
Lenguas torcidas cual mechas ardientes,
donde, ocultos en caballo de Troya,
la mitad de nosotros, impotentes,
cercados en el cerco, tejemos la tramoya.
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IV.
Anoche, envuelta en sudor frío, soñé
con las dunas del Grao sin Planetario.
Torres de vigilancia, cráteres,
y, en el Pinar, los pinos astillados.
Empalizadas, guardias por doquier,
y esa neblina blanca en tierras bajas…
Me asaltó un déjà-vu, pues recordé
escenas mudas de Auschwitz o de Stalag...
¿Hay acaso vida antes de morir?
Aquel Pinar, sin palabras, lo muestra.
Abrazamos nuestro destino, al fin,
con un sorbo para ahogar nuestra pena.
Durante esta semana, estoy pasando unos agradables días en la isla de Tabarca, en la costa de Alicante. A menudo he hecho snorkel en una cala con una oscura y misteriosa cueva, cerca del acogedor hotel Boutique, donde me alojo con mi padre. Esa cueva marina parece tener algo mágico y el testimonio de un anciano capitán nacido y criado en esta isla ha confirmado mis sospechas. He aquí su relato, que puede tener algo de verídico:
LA VERDADERA HISTORIA DE LA COVA DEL LLOP MARÍ
Recuerdo perfectamente aquella mañana del mes de agosto, en la que tendría alrededor de los 13 años, cuando Pepe Pianelo, bogando en su pequeño llaúd de apenas cuatro metros, nos conducía a mi padre y a mí, a conocer la misteriosa “Cova del Llop Marí”, de la Isla de Tabarca.
En el sollado del barco se encontraban nuestras gafas y aletas, y en la voz de este marinero se escuchaba la verdadera historia de los extraños acontecimientos sucedidos en la época de sus abuelos, transmitidos con respeto de manera generacional, y que dieron lugar a la “Leyenda de la Cova del Llop Marí”. Nada tiene que ver este extraordinario relato, con lo que algunos escritores alicantinos bienintencionados, nos han hecho creer que fue el hallazgo de una pareja de “Focas Monjes”.
Antes de nada os hablaré de la foca monje, de las cuevas de los lobos marinos, y por supuesto de la dimensión personal de Pepe Pianelo.
La foca monje recibió este nombre, porque por su timidez y costumbre de criar en pareja, buscaba los recovecos y cuevas del litoral donde guarnecerse, para sobrevivir del ataque de sus predadores naturales y poder parir a sus crías con seguridad y tranquilidad. Como el monje, buscaba tranquilidad y aislamiento, y sin ser una especie especialmente prolífica, habitaba en todo el litoral de la cuenca mediterránea. Tenían tendencia a refugiarse siempre en las mismas cuevas.
Los marineros las conocían perfectamente, sabían que eran capaces de romper sus más elaboradas artes de pesca y que la cantidad de pescado que necesitaban para su subsistencia, hacía imposible que se pudiera obtener alguna captura decente en los alrededores de donde se encontraban estos animales. Motivo cruel que llevó a su caza indiscriminada y a su extinción casi total. No juzguemos al pescador, su familia dependía de su habilidad pesquera, y azares malditos como el viento, temporales de mar, y criaturas como estas, constituían la diferencia entre ver crecer a sus hijos, o que el hambre más atroz los consumiera sin esperanza.
El hombre de mar reconoce a las distintas especies marinas, con lo que diferencia perfectamente lo que es una foca monje de lo que no lo es.
¿Era la Cueva del Lobo Marino de Tabarca la única existente? Por supuesto que no. Existen en nuestro cercano litoral dos cuevas conocidas con este mismo nombre, una en El Campello, y otra en Xávia, y fueron llamadas así, porque también eran refugio de estos animales, que por desgracia sufrieron el mismo final. Probablemente existan otras cuevas con igual nombre, tanto en el litoral catalán, como en el andaluz, o más allá, en otros mares.
Y como dato final, La Cova del Llop Marí era nombrada así, mucho antes de los extraños acontecimientos que dieron nombre a la Leyenda. Se puede observar en planos y mapas antiguos de L´Illa, que a este lugar se le denominaba con este nombre.
¿Y qué fue lo que ocurrió tan sorprendente e increíble, que generó esta “leyenda”?.
Primero quisiera hablaros de Pepe Pianelo….
Remando con maestría, el pequeño llaud de Pepe, avanzaba cortando el mar como un cuchillo. Cuando doblábamos la “Punta del Bol”, le dijo a mi padre: ….”ché Juanito, en poder, me haré con una embarcación a motor, se acabarán estas penalidades del remo, y podré ir a calar un poco mas lejos”……La vida no se había presentado fácil para este gran hombre. Talla media y fornido, la bondad y amabilidad personalizada, pelo negro abundante y anillado, y unas varices precoces que le llevaban a mal traer. Su familia no era de las más pudientes de Tabarca, y un Dios Menor toco a su hijo varón, otorgándole para siempre la inocencia reservada a los buenos de corazón. Empleado como jardinero por el Ayuntamiento de Alicante y con pequeñas pesqueras al alcance de su embarcación, conseguía un más que meritorio sustento para su familia. Un gran hombre hecho de madera de mar, y así es como lo recuerdo.
Llegados a este punto comienza la increíble narración que estáis esperando, ávidos y curiosos lectores.
Corría el final del siglo, sentados los marineros en el Jardinet, primero como un susurro y después como conversación, se escuchó hablar de una extraña criatura que merodeaba alrededor de la Cova del Llop Marí. Nadaba con furia y desespero, describiendo semicírculos alrededor de la cueva, sin separarse de ella mas de 200 metros, como si quisiera evitar que alguien se acercara y protegerla de posibles peligros.
Lo mas curioso era su aspecto. Las descripciones de los marineros variaban entre sí. La criatura parecía ser tímida y cuando se sentía acechada inmediatamente se zambullía, quedando fijada en la retina del observador una imagen muy difusa de su fisionomía.
Todos coincidían en un punto; al sumergirse dejaba entrever una gran cola grisácea cubierta de escamas, rematada por una aleta transversal de media luna, semejante a los “búfanos” (en tabarquino) o delfines (en castellano). Pero donde no había acuerdo, era en la forma de la mitad superior de su cuerpo. Algunos decían que tenía brazos rematados en manos palmeadas con 3 dedos de largas uñas. Otros decían que su cabeza semejaba a la humana, con orejas puntiagudas y branquias detrás de ellas, con dos pequeños orificios donde se sitúa la nariz. Y los mas atrevidos comentaban que el torso superior de la criatura era un hombre.
Era Invierno en L´Illa.
“¡¡ Lobo Marino !!”, exclamó una tarde en el Jardinet, un marinero avezado y arrugado por mil Levantes. “Lobo Marino no.....Sirena”, susurró otro patrón del mar curtido por el agua y la sal, “Yo lo he visto...”
Inmediatamente estas opiniones de dos venerables y respetados hombres de mar, generaron una polémica de si es esto, no es esto, no puede ser, es posible, existen, cuentos de abuela, ya oí hablar de ellas, son las focas que han vuelto, etcétera, etcétera. ¿Y que era lo que tan celosamente guardaba o protegía en el interior de la cueva?. Esta cuestión despertó la suspicacia y curiosidad de los marineros. Alguno habló de un gran tesoro.....
La situación duraba ya alrededor de una semana. Cierto día por la tarde se juntaron tres en el bar de Pepet en el Carrer d´en Mig, y tras unos largos vasos de vino se decidieron a averiguar que escondía la cueva y que hacía allí ese ser. Uno, vigilaba arriba de la muralla el ir y venir de la criatura en sus círculos natatorios. Los otros dos, a través de una oquedad que se encuentra en la parte superior de la cueva al pie de la muralla, ayudados con cuerdas se deslizaron en su interior.
Avanzaron con el agua por las rodillas hasta el fondo, y con la luz mortecina del atardecer, vislumbraron lo que no olvidarían en sus vidas. Al final, en una pequeña playa de piedras, yacía un ser mitad mujer y mitad pez. Su aspecto era malo a su entender, tenía los ojos cerrados, la piel pálida, la cola deslustrada y dañada, y respiraba con mucha dificultad. Y lo mas sorprendente era que entre sus brazos y apoyado en sus senos, sujetaba con fuerza a una pequeña criatura semejante a ella, inerte y que aparentemente había muerto. Sintieron un escalofrío, y al momento oyeron el silbido de alerta del compañero vigilante en la muralla. La criatura volvía a la cueva. Corrieron y treparon por las cuerdas saliendo al exterior. Contaron su hallazgo a todo el que quería oír y escuchar, y todos supusieron que esta pareja con su cría, enfermos o atacados por algún depredador, se refugiaron en la Cova.
Esa misma noche, en el exterior de la cueva comenzaron a escucharse aullidos desgarradores de dolor y muerte, e inmediatamente lo supieron. Su hembra, su pareja había fallecido.
Dos días duraban ya los gritos y lamentos del sireno, ya no salía al exterior. Los Tabarquinos conmovidos por este dolor no sabían que hacer para ayudarlo. He hicieron lo que hacían siempre, calar una red alrededor de la cueva para poder atraparlo, e intentar socorrerlo aunque todavía no sabían cómo. De una manera trágica surtió efecto.
Durante la noche, el marinero que se encontraba de guardia en el bote amarrado a una de los extremos del arte, sintió unos fuertes tirones en la red. Alertó a gritos a sus compañeros y comenzaron con presteza a “salpar”. En la mitad de la red, enmallado, se encontraba un gran bulto. Fueron desenredando las capas de hilo y al acceder a la bolsa se encontraron con la criatura muerta. En su desesperación se había lanzado con tal fuerza contra la red, que rompió la malla y quedaron atrapadas sus branquias con el hilo. Murió asfixiada. Murió, o se suicidó, nada la retenía allí.
Las sorpresas no terminaron ahí. Al día siguiente, en cónclave marinero, se decidió llevar a las dos criaturas a Alicante, donde se encontraba la autoridad. De la pequeña cría no se encontró rastro y supusieron que había sido víctima de los depredadores. Zarparon en un llaúd, y a su llegada al puerto atracaron frente a la Comandancia. Comunicaron su hallazgo, y al poco tiempo se presento una pareja de guardias uniformados y con galones. Se hicieron cargo de los cuerpos, y dijeron que su destino era disecarlos y exponerlos en el museo.
Nunca se expusieron en ningún museo. Nunca más se supo de ellas. Nunca mas se habló de estas criaturas. Comenzó a narrarse que en Isla de Tabarca se habían atrapado dos ejemplares de foca monje, los últimos de su especie en el litoral alicantino. Esta noticia tapó la verdadera.
Pero los que vivieron aquellos extraordinarios momentos, sabían la verdadera historia que dio pié a la “Leyenda de la Cova del Llop Marí”.
Y yo lo sé, porque un mes de agosto me lo contaron.
