"Just suspencefully harming, I dont like this Skippah, but at least we're safe," dicho Private, receiving a slap from Skipper, balled up in tears. "WE NEED TO FIND HER!! NOT SURVIVE!! THAT'S A segundo PRIORITY!!" yelled Skipper, wailing at the wind and sobbing. Private then felt bad, sitting siguiente to Skipper. "Look Skippah, if Lilly is still alive, then shed be mighty ashamed of how tu are right now, now please don't cry, I think I know a solution," dicho Private, holding a ring. "Jewelry won't fill this hole here!!" yelled Skipper, pointing at his torso. "Ewww.... Why do tu wanna eat a ring?" asked Private, disgusted. "Not my gut Private!! My beating heart!!" yelled Skipper. "Well, I'm sorry, but this ring however, is very special, it will glow green if whomever tu seek is still alive, o barely just, and glow yellow if they're dying, and red if dead," dicho Private. "You sure?" asked Skipper. Private then chanted a bit, taking it from an old story about the ring. "Come out tu sad empty pile, and sit up por the pools of the Nile, enter your faith, into the majestical ring, a green hint of hope, a yellow for lope, and red will glow if dead, but sometimes Dead is Better," sang Private, watching the ring glow green. "Amen," dicho Skipper, hoping it would be sealed as a prayer. "That's the spirit Skippah," smiled Private. "That was beautiful," dicho Skipper. "Thank you, and it's true, all of it is very true," dicho Private. "How'd tu memorize it?" asked Skipper. "Mum sang it to me when I was a hatchling, I always fell asleep, it was so beautiful," dicho Private, sniffling a bit. "You really miss her don't you?" asked Skipper. "Glad Damion never held a flipper on her, but I'm still fine, she died a peaceful death, in her sleep, she felt nothing, and is in a much better place, in fact, she came back to me one night, she told me, with a tear, something so sacred to me," dicho Private. "What is it?" asked Skipper. Private shed a tear. "You can't imagine how beautiful it is where I am now Private, please never turn away, I want tu to come here too when you're ready," dicho Private, wiping away his tears. "That was nice of her, my mother, heh, she always smacked me with the dishtowel, much like Lilly does today whenever I messed up, we always had our laughs and cries together, me and ma', but then that tumor, took her out in a matter of weeks, doctor couldn't do anything about it," dicho Skipper. "I'm so sorry," dicho Private.
"It's alright, she died a really long time ago, but let's not dwell on the past, it can really get into us, much like it does to, him," dicho Skipper. "Very true, let's go find shelter," dicho Private, looking at the clouds drifting. "Agreed, follow me," dicho Skipper, picking up an old machete, then slicing his way through the swampy marsh. They were soon slicing through thick brush, going on through the bayou, they didnt need to worry too much about alligators, due to the fact that it was nesting season, in which they only go into the water to collect reeds for their nests, but Private, who cleverly attached his rifle to his holster, still had it with him after the incident, just in case of a rouge gator. Once on land, out of the water, they heard chanting, then music, a flute, drums, and obviously trumpets. A tune that was very familiar. "The Saints?" asked Private. "Nope, sounds like it, but I think it's más different, listen," dicho Skipper. They then overheard the singers. "Oh when the demons come, to play, we expect lots más possessions, when the demons come to play!! And when the sun, begins to shine, when we burn up like, a roast, let's all go out together, when the devil makes his toast!!" they sang, then played a trumpet tune. Skipper then looked up, he saw the singers, a cult, it seemed, making their own rendition of the Saints Go Marching In, but featuring satanic symbols. "Hmmm... Satan's cult?" asked Skipper. "Seems too hazardous to go out and say hello to them," dicho Private. "Lemme see, I know, I'll create a distraction, I'll tell them, that Damion, is the one who they must attack, not us," dicho Skipper.
Skipper then sprung up, jumping in between the dancers. "WAIT!! I have come to warn you!!" yelled Skipper. Then, they looked at him, strange beings, they were a bunch of canine-like animals, all standing bipedal, indeed, they had fangs very long, and they seemed out of place. "Warn us of what?! Bird?!" asked the tallest one, grabbing Skipper and choking him. "About a threat, t-to Satan!!" yelled Skipper. "Threat?!" asked the tallest one, letting go of Skipper. "Indeed, there is a man, a person, an eternal giant, right, in this planet, some say he's the son of Satan, the spawn of the dark one himself!!" dicho Skipper, lying a bit. "Who is this man?!" yelled the tallest one. "His name, Ignatious Damion Keller," dicho Skipper. "That man?! I remember him!! He enslaved us and killed most of our brethren off!!!!" yelled the tallest one. Then, gasps and whispers were heard. "What might tu be, who are you?" asked Skipper. "My name, is Armos, son of Phobos, we, are the Drainers of Floradi," dicho Armos. "You're the leader of this cult I assume?" asked Skipper. "Indeed, we solely send our duties to Satan, and his only one true spawn, por the blood of the livestock, we hunt single, that is sole destiny," dicho Armos. "So, you're what everyone else calls, chupacabras?" asked Skipper. "Ha!! How priceless, indeed, they have incorrectly called us that for ages!! Some call us fiction!! Well, here tu have it," dicho Armos. "I have más to speak of, Dr. Damion, he also estola the dark one's crown!! His reign on hell has been stolen!!" yelled Skipper. "He's lying!!" yelled another chupacabra, growling at Skipper. "No, he does not, look, into the flames," dicho another chupacabra, holding a flame from the fuego in place. Then, figures formed, Satan, as he shapely was in his human form, trapped, in a fiery cell, while Dr. Damion is watching all of it in a seat, a very elegant seat, then, the flame went out. "Indeed, he speaks the truth!!" dicho Armos.
Skipper gasped, shocked, he only guessed it to borrow time, but, indeed, his prediction was correct. "How may we assist you, grand informer?" asked Armos. "If tu can reveal to me, where my true companion is, then, only then, will I bring más information," dicho Skipper. Armos then pondered, as well as a few others. "Hmmmm.... Fine, we will see what, the flames, can reveal," dicho Armos, shaping the flames. Then, a figure of Lilly and Kowalski appeared, building a tent from leaves and twigs. "Where are those two?" asked Skipper. "By the looks of it, the Lesser Bahamas, not too far from this bayou," dicho Armos. "Thank you, where are we?" asked Skipper. "Floradi, the great scrap of land that leads to the greater land," dicho Armos. Skipper then nodded, waving goodbye to Armos, then heading off. "Yes, now we know where Lilly is," dicho Skipper. "Really? Were they nice?" asked Private. "Only if tu pretend to be bad, stupid dogs," dicho Skipper. "Alright, then let's build a raft, we'll find Lilly and Kowalski with the information," dicho Private. "Good, now let's get to it then!!" dicho Skipper.