by Kart
Once ago, there were two Tapirape fishermen. Jon-ass and his young son Poo.
As the fishing grounds around the camp got more and more empty due to the arrival of pale men, Young Poo`s Fathers decided, to show his son, the old fishing grounds far out , from Mount Gedi.
Filling their canou with nets and Spears and some water , they sailed south from the volcano. Into , the sun , smiled at them and soon the land gets out of sight.
After a while , Jon-ass checked the wind , listened to the waves and smiled „here we are now where my grandfather fished the biggest amount on food ever“.
Both eager to get more pray home than their ancestor, they throw out nets and tried to spear. Hour over hour they caught many fishes, even lobsters and clams. The tribe will no suffer from hunger anymore and they cheered, throwing again and again their nets.
Pacha Mama, the earth mother, blessed them as it seems, but with all that fortunate work , they did not realize that darkness appeared around them.
A short glimpse on the light face of Mama Quilla , the moon, was the last light they saw , as dark clouds raised around them.
The wind became stronger as their sail filled, and the movement of waves let their canou sway like a cork in a wine glass. And they get afraid that Supay might chase them, after they might have caught too much , even more than their ancestors.
Jon-Ass bound his son with a rope against the mast, and tied himself too, as they bounced on the waves. A big dark storm hooded them in their wet and cold claws and they already thought , that their lives have ended, while praying desperately to all known gods, silenced by the turmoil and rage of the storm, with no sight of land around.
They opened their eyes, their body hurting, in a dim light. Laying with now dried clothes on a hard ground, wondering what happened. A far away, rhythmic sound surrounded them, like if strong waves crash against big rocks ..bumm…..bumm..in a very slow pace .
Nothing of her boat could be seen nor any of the sea animals they caught, wearing only their torn loins, unarmed, the first looked at each , to secure they survived without bigger injuries, and then, looked around in the dim light.
Only a seemingly endless dark cave vertically above them, through which they had apparently fallen, could be guessed. The will to survive and rescue his son, was strong in his father’s heart, and he started to explore the cave.
Jon-Ass never heard of this place before, in no legends or myths, but for his son he wanted to find a way to escape, and found finally the walls of the cave they awoke and guided by their firm hold, guiding his son by the hand, they followed the walls of the cave , to finally reach an opening.
If good or bad they did not know, but their only hope for escape they followed the tunnel behind the opening , downwards .
A more and more foul smell making their breaths more and more difficult. Rotten and preserved for aeons it seems, his son started to throw up in weakness , but his father held him and pushed him forward, just still the far away Bumm..bumm sound keeps to stay around them.
Feeling along the wall, they felt the warmth of it , and the soft parts, like fleshy stones inside the wall. Through sheer willpower in the foul air they moved on.
Until they finally reached a bigger cave with a flickering light to be seen. A very wide and big cave with rocks everywhere around and …moving shadows. Carefully they sneaked closer, watching what moves there.
With big hesitation they saw people moving , crawling or just laying around around small stinking huts out of fishbones , every where lay also fish bones , and the clothes of the people made from fish scales and rotting cadavers . Like undead that people moved and searched for food on the ground, like rotten fish and old clams, Fast they moved further, afraid of that newly dead fishmen, not wanting to discover if they are really human and afraid they moved faster , after leaving the village to another tunnel.
Stumbling more than a day through the darkness, drinking from small puddles with foul and shale water , the reached another cave with a pale green glow and a lake of acid. Where bodies of men and fish decomposed not recognizable anymore which body was which.
But they found a path along the rim of that disgusting lake crawling along. Jon-Ass praying to Supay as he believed they reached his realm of death.
The spark of life burning hot inside the father, pulling his son forward shouting „there must be an end and a way out of that place“ and so they finally found another exit to another tunnel, they happily moved in.
Without any light , they crawled forward on all four now and recognized a stinky foul mud on the ground thy tried to eat it even to survive, still accompanied by the constant bumm..bumm….
Hours and hours they moved bit by bit forward, and the warm mud got thicker and thicker and higher and higher. Until they finally stuck inside it and lost all hope.
The father holding his son tight to his body full of fear and without any hope to see Intis light again, he felt the foul ,mud moving forward with them ..very slow but moving and loosing consciousness.
He awoke, his more dead than alive son in his arms, as the pressure of the mud gets stronger against him, fortunately all his senses were numbed already from the foul smell as mud enters his screaming mouth.
He felt acceleration , unable to move by himself he was pulled and pushed with the thick mud ..and finally pressed out to a blinding sunlight, slashing with the mud on a hard ground.
He and his son inhaled finally fresh air laying in that now dark brown stinking mud..as they crawled very slow at the end of their powers away.
Surprisingly an old smiling men threw them a rope to pull them further, „I will not touch you but get away from that fast“ said the old man.
In safety he gave them fresh water and some food, which seemed like a royal dinner to them and they praised Pacha mama, together with the old man.
After a nights rest, the old man, a shaman as it seems, told them they were in the belly of Kukulcan, the world snake ..and left at her rear end, here in Deep drop….
Of course they went home safe, but since that time , the tunnel entrance on the chaos highland in Deep drop, is called Kukulcan`s hole.
Which explains that most treasure seekers there are called ass-kissers, and chaos place was called a shithole.
And if you go there , despite the foul scent, and feel the rim of the entrance, you feel a dirty softness …and if you are silent, can hear the far away heart beat of Kukulcan..bumm bumm.