The waste water from washroom was pumped away to a treatment plant set up by the management. There were solar heaters for heating bathing water connec...ed to a separate tank. All in all, it was as comfortable as could be, in a camp site. The first condition the Colonel put forward, as soon as we entered our rooms was that we would always leave the connecting door open. When were planning for the trip, all of us had agreed to book one room with four beds. However, the Colonel had booked this. Some say he repaired his ships here before he did that because there used to be plenty of timber on the island. No one can really find proof that it ever happened though." So no buried treasure?" Anita asked."I'm thinking myself that if there was an island here named 'Blackbeard's Island' for about two hundred years even if there was once buried treasure we aren't likely to find it." Probably not," Anita said with only a bit of disappointment in her voice. "Where are we going anyways?" Not. Tales were rife about atrocities being committed by fanatical Caddiysh troops butchering any they found or suspected had no good reason to be there, although many were now being sacrificed at roadside altars to Irin.Yet still they came and Jerhz was at times hard pressed to keep New Azurana capable of handling the mass of refugees who made their way to our encampment and the Seer built hidden portal that we used as the Malakha now guarded their own portal fiercely. So far almost 70,000 Azurans. Her hands shaking just a little, Claire brought Melissas right calf down carefully onto the bed, and began hurriedly unlacing the elegant denim boot encasing it. She untied the knot, hands shaking slightly like a girl opening her most-anticipated birthday present, and gently, gently slid it off. From beneath the browned tongue of Melissas boot, the full putrescence of what Missy had done was revealed to Claire. The sight and smell churned her stomach and burned her cunt. Her little sisters.