The Rebellion
By Greg Tuck
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The Rebellion is a fantasy story that can be read on many levels. A young boy cast adrift in the world after the murder of his parents in Sicily in the 1500's, becomes a slave until he is bought and rescued by an old man and his granddaughter. Together they take him from the port of Tunis on the north coast of Africa to a place out into the desert which has become a sanctuary for all sorts of people and creatures hunted down to almost extinction. There he is faced with the dilemma of whether to join in a rebellion or stick with the status quo. Circumstances arise where his choice is amplified as he has the option to lead either side. His decision has massive implications on all those around him. It is not until the rebellion has begun that he decides.
Greg Tuck
I am a former primary teacher and principal, landscape designer and gardener and now a full time author living in Gippsland in the state of Victoria in Australia. Although I write mainly fictional novels, I regularly contribute to political blogs and have letters regularly published in local and Victorian newspapers. I write parodies of songs and am in the process of writing music for the large number of poems that I have written.
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The Rebellion - Greg Tuck
Preface
History tells us many things. It is written by winners and for winners. It hides things that for many people would be unspeakable. It educates the young but only in what other people perceive that they need to know. Humankind has a lot to answer for, but is there anyone left to ask the questions? For years, people have assumed that myths and legends had no factual base because this was how people over time covered their tracks. History for years was never written down. It was just word of mouth passed down from one generation to another. With no credible evidence to back certain events, they were consigned to folklore and not historical fact.
But discoveries are being made every day and the evidence is becoming overwhelming. What we now think only as fantasy was reality at one time. So-called monsters such as the yeti and sasquatch used to roam the earth in numbers but now only one or two remain and stay hidden from any human contact with good justification. Vampires and dragons, trolls, pixies and werewolves have actually a basis in fact rather than fiction. Why else have so called mythological creatures been described in the folklore of different cultures around the world that have had no contact with each other? Sensationalised in movies and literature they strike a chord with long forgotten things of the past in the minds of humans.
So, what really happened? These creatures lived side by side with humans, sharing similar emotions and similar lifestyles. They were at times at war with each other and with humans and other times co-existed peacefully. They developed allegiances which were fluid. They sought to retain their individuality and their land just as humans do today. The lure of wealth be it gold or even food was the same across all creatures.
In those times, magic played an important role and its practitioners were all powerful. Beliefs were strong, particularly about the law of the jungle. Might was right and humans wanted to become the mightiest of them all. They had no muscular superiority, only a more developed brain and this they put to good effect. But it came at a cost to the diversity of life on the planet.
Other creatures noticed what was happening as more and more creatures were becoming extinct and the numbers of humans increased. They rose to confront this tide or rather tsunami of humanity and history as presented by humans merely mentions of a period known as The Dark Ages. It was a dark and dreadful time on Earth. Challenged by a united front of beasts, humans opted not seek some sort of peace, but instead had their sorcerers and alchemists work on a master weapon that would provide a perennial dominance by humans over every living creature. Biological warfare was born.
Experiments were carried out and new strains of viruses released. One experiment went horribly wrong and in one fell swoop every giant on the planet succumbed in just twenty-four hours. However, the viruses were then modified and certain creatures were targeted. Once released the consequences were irrevocable. Evil goblins died by the millions and unfortunately the same strain impacted on peaceful elves too. One by one, humans led creatures that could challenge them as rulers of the planet, down the path of extinction, until only a few remained scattered in inaccessible parts of the world.
Humans then set about rewriting the pages of history omitting any reference to other creatures that may have been their equal if not better in times gone past. The enormous structures of the Mayan empire and the masterfully built Angkor Watt temples were given back to the jungle in the hope that any links to the creatures that once lived there would be lost forever. Places were renamed. Stories were rephrased and, at glacial speed, history was altered to reflect the belief that only humans had developed intellectually on earth. Special breeding programs were conducted to filter out any genetic links to a time when creatures and human hybrids existed. Humans were made to believe that the centaurs, fauns and mermaids were part of old religious folktales. Yet they used sphinxes, griffins and the Pegasus as symbols to unite groups of people. They even made light of elves and fairies with childhood tales of the tooth fairy and Father Christmas. Yet the tales of these creatures were consistent from country to country and across continents. Cults grew around these. Pagan rituals still occurred so humans developed religions that either took into account such gods
or offered hellfire and damnation to those who even mentioned them. Just as biological warfare had altered forever the ecology of the planet, history and belief systems were altered by psychological warfare the like the world has never seen.
The following is an account of a much happier post-Dark Age time.
Chapter 1
Bollocks to that,
I moaned to the person sitting next to me, C’mon on a trip of a lifetime and see the world. All I’ve seen is the inside of this ship and your hairy smelly armpit.
Shut up and keep rowing,
he replied without even looking at me, Keep the rhythm and shut your mouth. You know he’s no good with the whip and I’m just as likely to be hit as you.
I didn’t fancy the bracelets and the chain. I was more of a gold than iron person. The bench I sat on that the chains and attached bracelets and anklets were linked to, was well worn so that was some comfort, although I didn’t think comfort was quite the right word. It was hard and the callouses and blisters on my backside matched the ones on my hands. My companion was right though. Complaining wasn’t well received and the ugly brute who walked down between us looked like he was itching for an excuse to use the cat of ninety-nine tails that felt like each tendril had hooks in it when they hit your bare back. He wasn’t fussed about accuracy either. Backs, legs, arms were all the same to him. If it hit your legs and just above your thighs, it stung like wildfire and that seemed to amuse him. I hadn’t worked out exactly what he was. Looked to be part orc and part werewolf and had the worst characteristics and features from both all rolled into one. Must have been some dwarf in there as well because he was short and his waistline matched his height. We all knew why. Food destined for us had to be taste tested first according to him. We got the dregs and he got fat.
Deep in the bowels of the ship it was dark with few lights. Being wooden hulled the less lights the better. Oil in them had been known to spill and set ships on fire. The rowers manacled in place went down with the ship. Captains were usually the first overboard at these times. They were often the most astute person on board and believed that he who fled and swam away, lived to sail another day. Not sure that the sharks that followed ships around had the same belief. Given the high rate of attrition among the rowers and the inadequate burial at sea procedures, the fattest sharks were usually found near ships.
The smell below decks was horrific. Despite the small amount of food we got, our bodily functions didn’t stop. We were supposed to go above deck once a day and relieve ourselves over the side of the ship, but given the unsanitary situation down below and the poor-quality food and water, our body clocks were often out of kilter. Once manacled to your seat and your oar, there was no way that you could leave to go to the bathroom. You did it where you sat and the person on the bench next to you got some as well. It didn’t encourage long lasting friendships. Luckily, we were spared beans although that was only because the row-master liked beans. The result of that was to make the stale air we breathed even more fetid. It was bad enough already with the smell of faeces, urine and the dirt and grime that covered our bodies. Even the lice had breathing problems because of our odour. When we were taken up on deck for our toilet break, we were supposed to wash. Our custodial guardian, the row-master used to take delight in whipping us just before we were to go up on deck. The sting of the salt water on our lashed body parts was excruciating. If you tried to avoid washing, the whip would unfurl again and a bucket of water would follow. You learnt to adapt and say to yourself that hygiene was important, after all you never knew what you could catch on a cruise. Catching a break was impossible.
You’re getting closer,
my companion observed.
It was not a case of me sidling up to him. I knew what he was referring to. The bench, two rows ahead, was notorious. It was the death seat. More people had died in that seat than any others. No-one could work out why. It was just like all the others and that was what made it all the more scary. There was some sort of aura about that seat and it wasn’t a good aura at all. My companion alluded to the fact that when any seat became vacant the person behind moved up one seat. I prayed for the welfare of the person ahead of me and the one in the death seat. It was important that they stayed alive so that I would too. The body of the previous occupant had been tossed overboard yesterday. He had lasted nearly a week in that seat and had done well. There had been fear in the eyes of the person behind him when the former occupant had keeled over inexplicably and the row-master’s whip had failed to revive him. I was certain I was going to have fear not just in my eyes but in loads of other places when it was my turn to sit there.
I wasn’t sure whether the captain of our ship knew that he could use sails to move the boat along and we could rest while there was wind blowing in the direction he wanted to go. I think, like the row-master, the captain had a sadistic streak for even if there was a howling gale blowing behind us, we were expected to row anyway. On more than one occasion that proved counter productive as the oars would get out of synch with waves we were surfing through. Sometimes the oars would shatter and splinters would fly like shrapnel as we ducked for cover. The captain’s stupidity, though the cause of the carnage, was never mentioned. He had a penchant for dragging would-be dissenters behind the ship. He seemed to like watching sharks and barracudas vying for the human bait.
He was a man of low intelligence but of firm belief. His belief was that anyone who was aboard his ship was expendable and easily replaced. He had the weapons to ensure that happened. Unlike the mixed breed row-master, the captain was human, but hardly humane. That feature had probably never reached his febrile mind, that was always alert to dangers. Tall and powerfully built, he looked down on us all over his hooked beak of a nose. No-one knew much about him, where he had come from and how he had become captain. The people who employed him to carry their goods across the Mediterranean were probably not fussed either. He was personable to them and he delivered. If they were not fussed about his methods and only interested in him getting their produce to the next port, then they were not going to have any concerns about us and our treatment. I wondered whether some of them would like to change places with us just to see what it was like. Anytime in the next couple of weeks would be fine, as long as it was before I had to move two places.
My view on life had always been a bit jaundiced. It had solidified below decks. As my body turned to skin and bones, I channelled all my efforts into trying to keep my sanity. My rowing tested every muscle and sinew in my body but it came automatically to me and I reckon I could row in my sleep. It was just a matter of counting as you reached forward, pulled back hard, twisted the oar and then dipped it in the water again. Part of my mind took care of that and it was almost like breathing and you didn’t have to think about it, you just did it. My mind was therefore free to think of other things. It didn’t plan escapes or ways of getting out of doing things. I’d decided a long while back that such things were fruitless endeavours. I didn’t use it to keep track of days as each day was no different to any other. There was no religion on board except we prayed to the god of survival. At times he deserted us anyway. Below decks was a godforsaken place and so there was no day of rest for us.
I was able to let my mind wander and to move in metaphysical ways. I wondered whether that is what the others did to get through the torture we were faced with. It was strange as I rarely thought of where I had grown up, my family, my home or anything like that. That was a world long gone and I had compartmentalised that. So much so that it was difficult to recall times when I hadn’t been on this ship. I was like an automaton. Even the lice that roamed freely through my beard and hair were dealt with without a cognisant thought. In my trancelike state of mind, I planned for a place that could never be. It was a dream world where all creatures were equal and there were no masters, no slaves, no discrimination, just a joy in everyone of being alive.
My meditation was suddenly interrupted by the violent coughing of someone up ahead. This was followed by the smell of the person in front of me who had involuntarily let loose his bowels. No-one knew when we would make port. We were not privy to such information, but I certainly hoped it would be very soon.
Chapter 2
I never made it to the dreaded seat because fate stepped in and lent a helping hand. If only I could have had that hand afterwards. I needed it to replace the shattered one, that one of those one in a million things caused. I was born less lucky than Jonah, but had the same involvement with luck. Mine was bad and his was fortunate. Must have been a different whale. The row-master said that I hadn’t been paying attention and in reality, I had zoned out as most of us did. It was monotonous and seemed never ending. However, nothing would have prevented what took place.
There were shouts from above and the ship lurched to one side. I couldn’t make out what was being said, but all of us felt the ship shudder and we slid sideways along the row-benches only to be hauled up fast by the chains that manacled our wrists and ankles. There was swearing in all sorts of languages along with cries of pain. I added mine to the chorus. Then we dropped back down and the sea calmed for a few seconds and we dipped the oars in again. Being on the end of the oar in the centre of the ship had some benefits and some drawbacks. The benefit was that you were released first and chained in last, which gave about ten extra minutes unharnessed. That extra ten minutes without the shackles was such a welcome relief. The downside was that you were closer to the whip of the row-master and you wore more scars from his lash than those on the outer edge. There were two people per oar and because the pivot point was at the edge of the ship, those with the longest arms had the inner seats. At times I was concerned that after long voyages my hands would scrape on the ground as I walked along. The unexpected downside of the central seat was that if the oar hit something solid, it vibrated massively up to the end I was holding. Today’s event wasn’t a case of us hitting something. Something hit us.
The oar began to bend and vibrate as the tail of the whale, I heard afterwards, struck our oar. It was just the one oar, our oar. Of the twenty oars poking out either side, it had to be our oar! My teeth began to rattle as the vibrations sought an outlet. I was told that lightning did the same thing. My whole body began to shake and I watched my already badly chafed wrists being wrenched away from my arms as the curve in the oar increased. Something had to give and I was fortunate that there was a fault in the oar as it split along the grain and it snapped, sending shards of wood everywhere. My wrists were treated to a massive amount of pain as they were suddenly dragged in the opposite direction. The bones in my right hand didn’t stand a chance and they shattered like thin pieces of glass. I looked at my rowing companion and saw that his only significant injury was a lump on his head which had laid him out. He was probably grateful that my cries of agony weren’t heard by him. Our empathetic row-master having regained his feet applied the only salve he knew. The couple of lashes didn’t help, but they didn’t hurt as much as my hand that was now dangling limply from the shackle, still joined to my arm, but of little use.
We never saw the captain apart from the occasional times he was on watch when we went topside. However, there he was in front of us surveying the damage. We were all scared of the row-master, but he in turn was scared of the captain. Already the row-master’s whip had been cast aside, the captain had snatched it after seeing me being hit. My companion and I were removed from our shackles and dragged up on to the deck by two oarsmen from the other side of the ship who had been selected to balance the pull of the oars. Then suddenly I felt the ship begin to surge forward and the sail being unfurled. I rose gingerly to my knees and peered out over the gunnels. I didn’t see the miscreant whale, nor even someone resembling Jonah. What I did see was a harbour entrance and in it some other ships anchored. Our ship was heading past these and towards the wharf. I don’t remember much after that. There had been about ten minutes or so when my whole right arm was numb and the pain had gone. Suddenly it came back with a vengeance and I slumped to the deck. My body then did the decent