Journey from the Fall Page #3

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Oh, right.

Well, yeah, it's not a pirate story.

It's a story about bandits.

In fact, our masked hero

couldn't even swim.

I need to learn to swim.

Finally, very little was known about

the gap-toothed Masked Bandit.

- Like my father?

- Yes, your father.

Except that he and his twin brother,

the Blue Bandit,

had escaped execution

from the Spanish Governor Odious.

Knowing that their chances of survival

were better apart

the two brothers separated

swearing that

they would kill Governor Odious.

We must conceive a plan!

I need to get off this island,

and rescue my twin brother.

What? What?

All elephants?

I say, we...

I have an idea.

Darwin! That was a great idea!

Come on, Otta Benga!

Goodbye, my beautiful friend!

Have a nice swim!

Darwin, you are a genius!

Much obliged!

Where do you get these ideas?

What is it, my friend?

How sad. The tortures of this world

have driven the poor man mad.

Not true.

He said he has been sent by his mystic cult

to help us against Governor Odious

and his Spanish henchmen.

This region was once a lush forest

alive with birds and sacred trees

but Odious had them all burned down.

He also says the birds are safe

inside his belly

but we must take care

for only the fittest shall survive.

Tell him we have no use of a mystic.

We are on a dangerous mission.

We need to hurry to the fort

to save my twin brother.

He will only slow us down.

Fish, seor!

Stand aside, my friend.

Before you say kaboom,

I have this door open.

Forgive me, wise mystic, for my disrespect.

Undoubtedly, you have a flair

for war-mongering.

It would be my honor

if you consider joining us

on our quest.

We must save your brother!

First,

a little test.

You can't stop there.

I just wanna play a little game. I want you

to go outside and touch one of my toes.

No, tell me the story.

What happened with the Blue Bandit?

It won't take long.

- Just go outside and touch one of my toes.

- Okay.

- I'm touching your little toe.

- No!

Please don't tell me

which toe you're touching. I gotta guess.

That's the whole point of the game.

All right.

I'm touching one.

I'm touching one.

You're touching my big toe?

Are you telling the truth?

Look.

Really.

Oh, I got that?

What happened?

What happened with his brother?

Did he save him?

No, no, no, no. Were you telling a story?

No, no, no.

Were you telling the truth just now?

No. I was telling the truth.

No. You just said no,

you weren't telling the truth.

No, I tell you it.

- Were you telling the truth?

- Yeah.

When you just touched my toe?

- You little liar.

- No.

Alexandria, were you lying to me?

I touch your big toe.

We need to hurry!

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