Hi!! I hope that you have liked Marisa's presentation in the previous
chapter. I know that the first chapters are a bit bored since scarcely it
changes of the scenes of the movie, but this one is the last chapter with
few variations. From third Marisa will take part more, though she will have
almost a secondary role until the 1º finishes part, that of the movie, then
the following different parts will think up Sands's adventures ... he
blind. Well, I don´t want to advance you any more; only I hope that you
have patience with the first chapters and with my few written fluency.
Wishing you to like she says goodbye... Vacri; " The lady of the lagoon ".
I wanted to give them thanks to:
Tamsin: Thank you very much for your review, colleague. It encouraged me very much. I was not thinking to continue writing, because I was thinking that my fic was not pleasing, but thanks to your review I encouraged to continue. I´m glad much of that you have liked it and I hope in deed that the rest is of your pleasure. A greeting!
Also I wanted to give them thanks to those who left me reviews in my history in Spanish:
Jade: My dear telepathic cousin; I don´t know that I would do without your reviews, I would have left my attempt it does very much. Look after yourself, friend.
Intuitive: Yes ..., you feel problems with Sands, eh?. Your nick you is OK; yes that you are intuitive; already you will see if there are problems, already.... If you want, in Spanish already I go for the chapter 6, you can read the continuation there. Thank you very much for your reviews. A greeting for you also.
Keira Depp: Hi! Thank you very much for your help with the alteration of the first chapter, and thank you also for your help with the second one, in deed, without your help like translator I don´t know that I would do.;). I wait that you continue liking the history; soon I will continue it in Spanish.
1. Introduction: (Part 2: The one-eyed old man)
He didn't like what the fuckmook in front of him was saying: what did he mean when he said he wasn't giving Sands the info he needed? He remained quiet, but it was difficult for him. That girl was there, drinking tequila... His hair stood on end everytime he noticed her beauty but the calmed attitude she kept when it came to his flirting just pissed him off. Other women would be in his arms by now. What did she expect from him? Flowers and a declaration of love? He was not one of those sissies who gave girls flowers and chocolate! He always got what he wanted... women knew what that was.
Meanwhile she was minding her own business and the guy in front of Sands was still annoying him with his talk.
"Sir, here's what you ordered... Oh!" the coffee that the waitress had brought spilled all over his left arm... the fake one.
The waitress started a quick string of confusing excuses and explanations.
"Relax", Sands told himself over and over while he was trying to convince the waitress to go away, then he warned her and finally almost yelled at her to go. Hell! The fake arm was going to fall off if she kept trying to dry his sleeve!
"Sir, that must have hurt a lot!"
"GO AWAY! I TOLD YOU IT WAS NOTH..."
The fake arm had fallen off revealing the trick to the one-eyed informant.
"Damn it!" he yelled. "You shouldn't have seen this." He mumbled madly. He shouted the guy in front of him and got up quickly. He gathered his things and shot the waitress in his way to the door. He looked back. The girl had gotten up of her chair and forgotten all about her tequila. She was looking at the man with a slightly distressed expression; she was touching her lips in a worried attitude. Great! If he couldn't impress her with that, he would impress her in another way! Sweet Lord! What the hell was he doing worrying about impressing some girl when he could have anyone he wanted?
"Sands, you've lost your mind" he thought.
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A couple of hours later he was checking the one-eyed man's dead body for the info he needed. By the river's shore he started emptying every single pocket and looking in the corpse's clothes without result.
"Let's see... where are you hiding my message?" he asked the dead man as if he would answer. He kneeled beside his head and, instintively, raised the patch from the man's left eye.
He repressed a disgusted grimace when he saw the bloody hole and inside of it...
"Couldn't you have hidden it anywhere else? What a pig! I wonder why didn't you shove it up your..." digressed Sands. "Let's see; gloves, gloves..." he looked in his own pockets and found a pair of latex gloves. He put them on and took the paper out of the viscose cavity.
"This is sick..." Sands muttered. He opened up the paper and read it. "So it was true..." he looked at the dead man while mumbling: "What do I do with you? I know." He folded the paper again and started looking in the place he suggested before the man could have put the paper in, which was way more disgusting than the ocular cavity.
After he was done, he threw the corpse into the river and let it take him away. He took off his gloves and went away.
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I wanted to give them thanks to:
Tamsin: Thank you very much for your review, colleague. It encouraged me very much. I was not thinking to continue writing, because I was thinking that my fic was not pleasing, but thanks to your review I encouraged to continue. I´m glad much of that you have liked it and I hope in deed that the rest is of your pleasure. A greeting!
Also I wanted to give them thanks to those who left me reviews in my history in Spanish:
Jade: My dear telepathic cousin; I don´t know that I would do without your reviews, I would have left my attempt it does very much. Look after yourself, friend.
Intuitive: Yes ..., you feel problems with Sands, eh?. Your nick you is OK; yes that you are intuitive; already you will see if there are problems, already.... If you want, in Spanish already I go for the chapter 6, you can read the continuation there. Thank you very much for your reviews. A greeting for you also.
Keira Depp: Hi! Thank you very much for your help with the alteration of the first chapter, and thank you also for your help with the second one, in deed, without your help like translator I don´t know that I would do.;). I wait that you continue liking the history; soon I will continue it in Spanish.
1. Introduction: (Part 2: The one-eyed old man)
He didn't like what the fuckmook in front of him was saying: what did he mean when he said he wasn't giving Sands the info he needed? He remained quiet, but it was difficult for him. That girl was there, drinking tequila... His hair stood on end everytime he noticed her beauty but the calmed attitude she kept when it came to his flirting just pissed him off. Other women would be in his arms by now. What did she expect from him? Flowers and a declaration of love? He was not one of those sissies who gave girls flowers and chocolate! He always got what he wanted... women knew what that was.
Meanwhile she was minding her own business and the guy in front of Sands was still annoying him with his talk.
"Sir, here's what you ordered... Oh!" the coffee that the waitress had brought spilled all over his left arm... the fake one.
The waitress started a quick string of confusing excuses and explanations.
"Relax", Sands told himself over and over while he was trying to convince the waitress to go away, then he warned her and finally almost yelled at her to go. Hell! The fake arm was going to fall off if she kept trying to dry his sleeve!
"Sir, that must have hurt a lot!"
"GO AWAY! I TOLD YOU IT WAS NOTH..."
The fake arm had fallen off revealing the trick to the one-eyed informant.
"Damn it!" he yelled. "You shouldn't have seen this." He mumbled madly. He shouted the guy in front of him and got up quickly. He gathered his things and shot the waitress in his way to the door. He looked back. The girl had gotten up of her chair and forgotten all about her tequila. She was looking at the man with a slightly distressed expression; she was touching her lips in a worried attitude. Great! If he couldn't impress her with that, he would impress her in another way! Sweet Lord! What the hell was he doing worrying about impressing some girl when he could have anyone he wanted?
"Sands, you've lost your mind" he thought.
*__ * * __ *
A couple of hours later he was checking the one-eyed man's dead body for the info he needed. By the river's shore he started emptying every single pocket and looking in the corpse's clothes without result.
"Let's see... where are you hiding my message?" he asked the dead man as if he would answer. He kneeled beside his head and, instintively, raised the patch from the man's left eye.
He repressed a disgusted grimace when he saw the bloody hole and inside of it...
"Couldn't you have hidden it anywhere else? What a pig! I wonder why didn't you shove it up your..." digressed Sands. "Let's see; gloves, gloves..." he looked in his own pockets and found a pair of latex gloves. He put them on and took the paper out of the viscose cavity.
"This is sick..." Sands muttered. He opened up the paper and read it. "So it was true..." he looked at the dead man while mumbling: "What do I do with you? I know." He folded the paper again and started looking in the place he suggested before the man could have put the paper in, which was way more disgusting than the ocular cavity.
After he was done, he threw the corpse into the river and let it take him away. He took off his gloves and went away.
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