Overture
“This is the prophecy of
The island of spice:
Beware of the wicked wench
Who seeks to entice.”
Act I
Idiot!
I waited too long;
I simply waited too long!
I should’ve followed
my passions
when they were hot,
acting more quickly,
and more boldly.
I should’ve followed
my first raw instinct.
I will have revenge
on Cassano --
I’ll have revenge
on them all!
This stinking, wretched isle
must be Inferno Island,
though it’s far from being
the supposed paradise
that I heard it was.
The terrain is dark and desolate,
twisted and torn,
savagely split apart unlike
any island I’ve ever seen,
with a forlorn fog
encircling this murdered mountain
like a shattered halo.
I remember seeing this island
from Mai Tornar,
with the cratered eye of
its volcano glowing red,
and a ring of fire
marking the perimeter
of the island.
But how bizarre
this isle really is --
to be quite honest,
this peculiar place
would make
most people shudder
with fear.
Black as night,
the raging storm
still swirls above me
but is strangely mute,
with no thunder at all.
The volcano now appears dead
and the beach surrounding
the isle shows no signs
at all of fire, and is as silent
and lifeless as the grave.
The lightning is constant
with its pale, deathly light,
creating an eerie atmosphere
in this land of darkness.
If I didn’t believe in
such rubbish,
I would say this island
almost looked haunted.
To be continued tomorrow…