A Symbiotic Relationship - A Village Scorned #2
A lone Marine vessel braved the cold sea. Sailed through the only entrance, unfettered. The path narrow, the ship barely squeezed through to the center, where the dock lay. One led by a man of stature: Vice-Admiral Dalinar.
As the ship was passing, boos and shouts were thrown at them. Half-eaten apples, trash, and other such assortments were thrown at the ship as it sailed past. Screams of dissent from the villagers.
[Villagers] “Leave! You’re not welcome here!”
[Villagers] “Leave is to rot, won’t you?! Now we don’t need or want you here!”
The jeers continued as the Vice-Admiral stepped off the ship. In front of the dock, in a wide x2 warship-sized plaza surrounded by the apples houses, dozens of villagers had come to “greet” the Marines. Upon the Vice-Admiral landing and seeing his stature, the villagers fell quiet.
The man made his proclamation, but only quiet persisted. The villagers were in fear, though scorned. Suddenly, breaking the tension, a young
girl, not even 7 years old, slipped through her mother’s legs. She was the lone person who approached the Vice-Admiral. The girl stopped right in front of him and looked up. Her eyes widened in amazement.
Then, it came. With disgust, the girl spat at the Vice-Admiral feet. She missed his boots, but the disdain was clear. Suddenly, the whole village began to jeer again, finding new-found courage from the girl. She ran back to her mother’s embrace, before an elderly woman stepped forth.
Tall, well dressed, with glasses held in tow over her white hair, the statured old woman stepped to the vice-admiral. The jeers turned into murmurs, calling the woman
Elder Brunoa.
[Elder Brunoa] “This movie we have seen before. Your kind comes as saviors, then leaves us to rot!”
[Elder Brunoa] “There are no Pirates here, only saviors. Kindly leave.”
Elder Brunoa did not mince words. While the villagers feared the vice-admiral, Brunoa did not. Those thick eyelids and deep wrinkles spoke of trauma, of a life long-lived.
Elsewhere, in hiding, Jeet and Abdullah watched from a roof with binoculars. They recognized the vice-admiral coat and what it meant.
[Jeet] “It’s a vice-admiral, big bro! What do we do?! Is he here for us?!”
[Abdullah] “Not sure. For now, we keep low. The villagers will protect us. When the opportunity arises, we shall strike him down unsuspectedly! Get ready!”
Back at the plaza. Elder Brunoa stood her ground. The Vice-Admiral was not just dealing with a village wounded, but a village scorned. Their hearts had turned against the WG as their call to arms fell on death ears.
The Vice-admiral not only needed to heal the town’s infrastructure but their hearts as well.