Yukaton River Part 2

NOTE: This is unedited and the story will change. I haven't posted in a while so I thought I would share this rough draft.

The boat is packed with vintage cases in burnt orange, brown, and the occasional pink. Hard plastic with metal clasps, the luggage takes up far too much room. There is barely room for the couple to sleep. They don't mind, Timothy can sleep anywhere on anything, allowing Pen to sleep in the only comfortable soft spot.

They packed their lives into these cases. Books, clothes, stuffed animals: Pen's penguin and Timothy's tiger. Both their parent's took a strange liking to alliteration, and it featured often in both their lives. They also packed love letters, bottles of perfume, their favorite pop, and Tim's article collection on UFO sightings. Pen also packed complete new outfits thanks to her paranoia of not having the exact right thing for any weather or situation.

Other cases contained survival gear: tents,nets, fishing poles, matches, wood, mini canisters and hiking gear for cooking, rope, fishing line, extra shoe laces, many pairs of socks and underwear, bottles of water and a purification system, handful of towels, soap, nail file and clippers and scissors, two single sleeping bags, a king size wool blanket, and copious amounts of toilet paper.

As the sun rose on the land and everything appeared on fire, the neighboring town folk bustled outside Pen and Tim's tent, which sat among the ruins of Rim. Kids ran in circles singing a tune about fire and death. The echoing shatters of hammer on steel roused them from their tent. Upon sticking their wary heads out they saw a canopy had been lifted then nailed to the ground. A bonfire blazed outside it with meat skewered above, roasting. People sat on the ground beneath the tent, basking in the shade. Women and children played hand games: clapping, slapping, thumping, while men beat drums and danced, hopping from foot to foot. It was a celebration to say goodbye.

As the couple stepped into The Blessed Express an hour later, the party continued full tilt. Few came over to wave them off. Children gathered leaves from the giant river trees and threw the waxy green bits at them. A carpet on the boat.

The moment they untied the boat, it propelled forward. Silence fell and not a single hand waving could be seen from the party. They we're alone along Ash River.

© Ash Huntley

Yukaton River: Edit

Name: Yukaton River.

Commonly known as: Ash River or The Dead River.

History: Hundreds of years ago the largest town of the area, Rim, lived along off Yukaton River's widest point.  Mysteriously, and suddenly, the town burned to the ground. It is said cracking and popping of fire and the screams of the inhabitants could be heard on any given June 13th at 11:15 PM.

Legend: Ashes of the people mixed with ashes of the town blew into the river. Blackened and thick, heavy with the ash of the dead, the river slowed until finally it stopped. With the river filled and stilled, trees and plants withered and died, and animals fled. Soon after, everything grew back tenfold. Lush and deep green, the trees grew tall, leaned in, and created a dense canopy over the river.

Today it is eerily clear and deadly still. Yet if you set a boat upon its surface, it will move south at a quick pace, as if a strong current had taken hold. It is believed spirits of the dead protect those who travel upon the river. But if they disembark before the river reaches its destination at Tamishi Sea, great bad luck will befall them. They will not survive their next 48 hours.

Pen (whose name is Penelope but finds it cumbersome, shortens it as much as possible, and does the same to others) and Timothy (whose name Pen actually likes and only calls him Tim on occasion) go to the ruins of Rim on June 13th. They arrive precisely at 11:15 PM. 

Pen and Tim hear strange howls and creaks from the large trees settling with the wind.

Natives help the pair lower a large, fully packed canoe that sleeps two, into Ash River. Luggage piled high, the boat sits deep. They rest at midnight.

The canoe, The Blessed Express, is named to give safe voyage to those aboard and thanks to the blessed spirits who guard the river. The nearby town nicknamed the boat Be in reference to the Beatles song Let it Be. 

The town doesn’t have much in the way of modern technology, only what visitors give them. One of their most prized possessions was a gift from a set of sisters who traveled there many years ago; a record player. Though they don't much, they dance and sing. They especially love vinyls of The Beatles, as there is an abundance of their music. They have a fascination with the western world and often consider it to be a place of fantasy. They frequently put on small plays with rag dolls accompanied with tunes of Hey Jude and Paperback Writer to depict the strange magical realm they imagine.

The following morning the entire town congregates, blesses, and stocks The Blessed Express with their food, love, and prayer. They hide painted beads of glass and clay, dried plants, and purple flowers among the couple’s luggage and within the cracks of the boat's panels.

A grand farewell party takes place.

© Ash Huntley