The strange animals were in an uproar. The humans had taken one of them onto their boat.
The molys were yelling, yet nobody would listen to the small creatures. Scalt tired of fighting a currently loosing battle, so he burrowed back to his colony and began to issue quick orders.
As the consul started to lead the ambush on the human race, (they were not thinking straight,) the ground fell out from beneath them, and they all fell into a huge, dug-in-the-last-30-seconds pit, with a look of wondering and confusion on their faces, rational thoughts finally pouring in.
Suddenly, at the top of the pit, Scalt appeared.
He called down to the animals in the pit, and told them to get their heads on straight. Scalt started to tell them something, but was greeted by around half of the consul yelling.
Scalt made a whistling noise, and after a few seconds of small, burrowing like noises, the yellers fell down a few more feet.
"Now, you can listen to me, or you can try to climb out of that hole yourselves."
Scalt knew the truth, and he was going to have to take the time to tell the whole island before blood got shed.
Back on the boat, the crew of five people were closing up the unused cabin with it's new resident.
The crewmembers, named John, Joe, James, Jack, and Bob. Bob was the smart one and the leader of the bunch, contrary to the reputation of his name. In fact, that was what got him started on this whole business. But that story is for later.
Meanwhile, as it was the evening, the captain and Rebbo were having some tea in the captain's cabin. It was good to have it, as the temperature in the place took wierd dips and jumps, such as being quite hot and stuffy in the morning, a nice, refreshing cool at night (picture our night, just easier to breathe and more refreshing), then moderate temperature during the majority of the day, the temperature that a cool sunrise on a desert would be like, and bitterly cold for an hour before the cool cold set in.
So, the two found that the cure for this cold was to drink a piping hot cup of tea in the cabin heated by the water boiled for the tea. They were drinking this mix when, all of a sudden, a strange creature burst into their cabin ON THEIR BOAT.
The captain immediately felt his jaw and arms drop like bricks, spilling the tea all over the table, and then onto both his and Rebbo's laps.
The gramdov (strange creature that most resembles a human on the island, although is short, stocky, ALWAYS has a suit of body armor constructed of special mud, has long arms and are very inteligent. Lack the ability to speak. Also, nobody knows what they look like without armor. They are also incredibly strong.) got a good bout of internal laughter from watching those two humans bounce around trying to get something cold to pour on their pants, knocking over stuff in the process.
Five minutes later, they got their wits together and their new pants on, and were confronting the strange creature. Even stranger, they realized that it was holding a chunk of dirt nearly as big as it was.
Noticing that the humans were finally paying attention to it, the gramdov set down the chunk of dirt, and the humans heard a faint "OW!" from it.
The gramdov stepped to the side, and stood there, bodyguard style. He seriously looked scary with his overly long, flat arms crossed.
The captain and Rebbo focused their attention on the clump of dirt. Could this possibly be a strange animal as well? A clump of dirt one would be hard to tell from others...
All of a sudden, the dirt clump cried out, "I am not a dirt clump!!!"
To which the captain boldly replied, "Baht ye shur look leik one!" Then gave a little laugh at his badly made joke.
The dirt clump gave a 'humph' sound for outrage, then it started to quiver.
Then the molys leader's head popped out.
You can imagine the look of surprise on the human's faces.
A molys' head is a strange thing.
It is covered by somewhat thick brown skin, with two beady eyes and a pink nose. That was pretty much all there was to his head, and not a single non-molys soul had ever seen the body below the head, and that was probably how it was going to stay for the rest of eternity.
"Who captured Clanky?" Scalt calmly asked.
"Clanky?" asked both the captain and Rebbo.
"We diunnt taek one of yer bloomin aminals, we jus came ter go seghtseein!"
"The captain means that we didn't take anything from this island, we just came here to visit."
"Is that so?" asked Scalt. They were telling the truth, if they weren't, his bodyguard would be restless. The gramdov was still standing calmly by the door.
"Then what human would take one of us?"
About at that time, after getting their wits in order, both the captain and Rebbo realized that the strange mole creature was TALKING to them.
A few seconds later, they were out cold from bewilderment.
Inside the locked cabin, a screech wailed out. "WEASORQ!!!" This was what the common wasorq would call in destress. Clanky was a weasorq.
Without hesitation, Scalt ordered his bodyguard, named Gaul, to hide him in a corner shrouded in shadow, then go and get Clanky.
A few minutes after leaving, Scalt heard human footsteps outside the door.
This was bad.
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