Message in a Bottle

The Letter from Tike; Exposure by Kultwrite.

A letter arrived at the doorstep of my humble beginnings in this manner, and in that letter that had no date or time of placement I had felt that it was an urgent matter that needed my retainment henceforth. Being the man that I am or was, I had told those seeking solitude and yet in need of the services that I offer to expel me a written note with no time or date upon it and ship it to me within a fortnight of my requiring. Here the note then landed upon the subtle mailroom floor whereas I found it and opened it instantly.

‘I hope that this finds you well, Kultwrite, for I am in desolation seeking that of the services that you provide. Being that of a strong man that you are and claim to be of sound mind and body, I do pray tell a venture to you outwardly for that service that I will state and explain why.

‘There is an island that I have thusly crossed where the inhabitants are of life abounding and no nature to that of a civilized man nor nation. They facilitate to the ways in manner of heart and battle, not of speaking in terms of enlightenment and fellowship, nor is there seemingly an understanding of simple English words or grammar, nor do they (the inhabitants) view the night sky and as it seemed to me, they condemn those whom step out in the air at night.

‘Statements are of sounds most peculiar to me and I would know that it would fancy you as well. I have been able to make a small recording of what I was able to translate and efficiently write out as their native tongue into English for better communication: Klank Klink Tagu Obwayham; as I have found those words written on a stone with a painting made what appeared to be that of an green oozing liquid that has a rank and dastardly smell and appearance to it, I found that the picture formed some kind of man that resembles who you look to be, as if it were some calling to you from across the sea, thusly I write. The translation that I was able to muster from the tedious work of picture to letter goes as follows: Metal Man Come Back as soon as you can.

‘This I must say matches you in every way as I had once spied upon your metal leg and arm.

‘Here are the coordinates to which you must arrive, trust me on this, it is worth your interest.’

It was then that I had noticed that the longing feeling of unknowing what it is that prolonged my way was more then apparent, I had since revived old lives into a new and helped so many by going here and there on a quest that I knew not a reason for, all knowing that I longed to help and make the right from the wrongs that were done unto these kind and withered people that seek my help and need. It was by no occurrence that this letter was found by me, nor was it upon this occurrence that I had any forthcoming knowledge of such a world, but I could see it and knew it nonetheless although I had not once stepped on its dry shores or smelt the air there about it; a sensory inside of myself awoke to the awe inspiring possibilities that I had been there Oh! So long ago and knew the place by name and all that dwell upon it. I made way for the coordinates written on the paper and transcribed them into my mind so that if I do make it out there and find what it is that I am looking for and had been searching while I had been helping those in need, but once upon the shores of the forgotten past, I know that with the only known getting there would be through me. I had burned the document containing the course that one would arrive on the island and made my way by boat that I rented and never intended to return.

It was sometime between the early morning hours to that of the mid-morning strike that the stone was cast unto the water, and I found my wayward self onto the island.

Greeted with awe and amazement; I knew all by name and addressed them so; greeted as if some kind of returning hero from the days long past, I left the boat idle on the shore. In a hopeful obliteration of the mind, I shook hands and gained face with all who acknowledged me by name, though the name I was not familiar with, responding politely just the same.

I was taken to the place where I had seen my friend in corpse form, his body having withered away while he awaited my arrival, I know not the length of my travel, but it appeared as if he had been waiting a very long time. In such, I then gave the man a proper burial and left a cornerstone as a marker with a flag of the Union upon it and once done the people gathered and clambered in their haste to make way for me and all who were to serve me. It appeared as if I were to be a god to them, though I do not know the rhyme or reason for this notion, however the only way that I was to find out was to let it pass and see where it is that I ended up.

It is now in the late or early winter as the island bares no fruit. They say to me that I need to be removed as their head due to the calamity that I have rot them. Litteral in the word, as their fruit that sprung from the corpse of my old friend made all the fruit on the land rotten to the core. Now as I write this, they are nearing ever closer, they are to fling me into the fire on the highest peak when the sun is aligned with the top of the mountain. Whereas then I shall know nothing more.

To whomever reads of this message that I allow to float in a bottle, I pray that none ever come here for this place is a paradise that if one makes one wrong mistake, it costs everything.