I looked to the giant mirror of horizon and the pink sky above. Golden daylight leaked onto the glimmering distance and it trickled down towards me. I watched fluorescent clouds twisting and reforming, melting away and re-appearing, dancing for me. They converged and diverged in and out of faces of my parents, my friends, the elder and other tribespeople, all of which frowned and scorned. My day would start soon. The first or last of the rest of my life. Any moment now.
My seat squealed and moaned. It bowed down to a larger weight. I wasn’t alone. The elder no doubt, here to lecture me again, here to administer another dose of poison. I wiped the tears from my eyes, stood up and turned to face him. I gasped.
A crocodile. A gigantic thing. As wide as a hut and as tall as a palm tree if it could stand on the tip of its green-gold tail. It was grotesque. It had a dent in its nose which contorted its face into a grimace far more dubious than any ordinary crocodile. Scars and misaligned scales were dotted all over its back from battles long ago. Was this my end? My escape? At least I wouldn’t have to complete the test inside the monster’s stomach. The thing unclenched its battered jaw and luckily for me, rather than attacking, spoke.
“You look losssst” the animal rattled. Sound waves hissing out from it quivered the bubble of space around us, making my spine twitch and shudder. “May I be of any assissstance?”
“What would you care? I’m nothing but a snack to you.”
“You think that just because I have ssharp teeth and a big appetite, I wouldn’t want to help a poor young buy such as yourself?”
His manner was surprisingly calm and non-threatening. I couldn’t tell if its black sparkling eyes were looking at me or at everything else. They were perfectly spherical, empty and soulless, devoid of pupils or irises. Perhaps they were so full that they appeared blank. Perhaps an entire universe sat inside them, whirring around so fast that all I could see were two big black balls of nothing.
“What difference will my problems make when I’m in your belly?”
“All the difffference my boy.”
“What do you mean? Do you want to eat me or not? Is eating worried young boys a habit of yours?”
“Not in the slightessst.”
“What sort of crocodile doesn’t eat people?”
“The one that stands before you of coursssse.”The sounds scurrying out from between his teeth crawled on my skin like ants.
“So you’re here to help me pass my test?”
“You have a test to take, a part to play, a path to walk, but it’s not the one you think.” The animal now began to rasp and sigh as it spoke, forcing noise out with the last of its strength. Its dry old tongue too weak for lengthy conversation.
“Conversse with me a while… What will happen when you fail your tessst?¨
“If I fail, then I’m not fit to be a man. Not fit to be human. I’ll be killed; banished; transformed into some hideous creature, doomed to walk this island alone, over and over for the rest of my days.”
I paused. I’d worried about this possibility for weeks now. It was stuck in my skull like a spear and saying it aloud made it sting a little more.
“But I won’t fail.”
I forced the sentence out, twisting my burden into a more comfortable position, trying to convince us both.
“I’ve had practice. The elder has been helping me. I’ve taken daily doses of poison to train my body for today.”
“And what comes next, if you pass, that isss?”
“Well I haven’t really thought about that. They’ll put a tattoo on my arm of course, to prove my success. I can marry when I meet the right girl. We could get our own hut, plant some vegetables and raise children. I could pass more tests and become a witch doctor. I could save lives. I could get more tattoos and write new laws or prophesies on the cave walls, or simply amusing stories. I could even study magic and become the greatest elder there ever was. I could save us all from the rising sea.”
“And what then?”
“Then… I retire, they write my name on the cave wall, and I become a legend.”
“And what exactly is the point of all of that?”
His response bit me. I took an extra breath. I’d never been asked such a thing. I’d never prepared an answer.
“The people may remember you for a time, but after this generation passses your memory will be gone. They won’t care in time, and why should their caring or not caring matter once you’re dead? How does anything matter here once you’ve gone to other realms? You can achieve great things but they won’t make a difference in the end. Once you’re dead they’re all dead, to you, that issss. You’ll procreate, you’ll grow old and feeble, you’ll die, and your children will do the same. You’ll be forgotten no matter what happens between this very moment and the time of your passsing.”
I was silent for a moment. His argument pierced like hundreds of teeth, numbing me all over. I was angry.
“Why don’t you tell me what I want then? You seem to know a lot for someone who hasn’t met me before.”
“I’ve met you many times. I’ve met the boy before you and the one before that. You’re interchangeable you sssee. All doomed to live, die and be forgotten. Your existence won’t make a footprint in the sands of time. You don’t matter.”
“And who are you to say what does or doesn’t matter?”
The monster whipped its mighty tail against the platform. The structure yelped. Would we fall into the water?
“I’m the rumble in your tummy. I’m the little voice that whispers in you ear on lonely starless nights. I say that nothing is going to be alright. You will fall. I’m voice of reason; I’m the raging scream of emotion all in one. I am logic. I am chaos. I am one and I am all. I am the crocodile.”
I steadied my feet and clenched my fists, no longer frightened by this conceited, rambling fiend.
“And a modest one at that.”The monster blinked, either discounting or not noticing my cynicism.
“So what do you ssSsupposssse I do instead, Crocodile?”
“I suppossse you come with me young one. I’ll take you to other worlds, where you can live a less meager existence.”
“The elder told me not to worry about other worlds. Everything I need is right here. He’s also told me several times, never to trust a crocodile.”
“And you’d trust a sssnake over a crocodile?”
Maybe the lulling, pulsing, enveloping voice of the creature had something to do with it. Maybe it was just my perspective: the way the scene was coincidently standing at that moment. Perhaps it was the hallucinogenic effects of the poison in my veins, but as I looked upon the creature, the clouds above had aligned themselves in such a way that they puffed out from behind it, and the trees on either side in the background stretched towards it, so it appeared to be at the epicentre of a marvellous whirlpool painting. The surroundings were being sucked into and radiating from it all at once. I felt dizzy and faint. What the crocodile said made sense. What was the point of me staying here? What did I have to lose by following him?
The townsfolk were gathered in an eye-shaped formation on the sand behind. They hadn’t noticed us yet. A huge fire blazed in the pupil. Children jumped, fought and played around it, locked into the ceremony by a ring of mothers pacing around in circles with babies on their backs. The elder emerged from the bushes clutching the basket over his head. The drum beats started and I felt the things inside me flap their wings much harder. Butterflies or moths weren’t only in my stomach but filled me right from head to toe, beating their dusty wings. Flapping, buzzing, twitching every cubic centimetre of my being.
“Have faith in me young one, I’m much wiser than I look. I’ve travelled far and wide you sssee. I’ve been to the dizzying heights of mountain peaks and to the bottom of raging seas. I’ve wandered scorching deserts and reigned over countless swamps. I’ve seen the miracle of birth and the tragic but inescapable hand of death: a hand, or claw rather, with which I’ve touched thousands. I’ve peered over the very edge of this world to see the blank and limitless, and I’ve walked back from the brink of insanity. I know all there is to know my boy, and I know your test test is pointless. It’s time for your futile island days to end. It’s time for you to come with me.¨
I tingled; I shook, I swayed under the weight of his words. My knees buckled and I fell to bow for my king. I knew what to do. I poised myself and slipped past the thing before it could dispute. I ran across the beach, past the ceremony and through the jungle to the village. I went swiftly and desperately, with the perfect focus of a beast chasing prey. Someone might have followed but I lost them soon enough. I didn’t notice the undergrowth grabbing at my ankles or the leaves and sticks stabbing my arms and face. I didn’t care that my nose was bleeding, I didn’t think twice about stealing magic water from the elder’s prayer room. I collected wood, I made piles. I doused and lit them up. I poured it on the houses and they sighed as they turned dark and flew away to safety. I arrived at the beach bloody and quivering. The crowd stopped and stared. Heavy drum beats continued and merged with thousands of tiny wings inside me, bouncing organs up and down and side to side all at once. I gagged for more mouthfuls of burning air. It wasn’t giving my lungs enough of whatever it usually gave. The elder stood in front of me, offering the basket that was supposed to be my end. I tossed it onto the fire and the thing inside rattled, the fire shrieked, the tribe fell silent. Flames rolled over and over the basket. They bit and chewed, it convulsed up and down. Its last moments were tortured. Little glowing grey spirits of the trees and bugs; clouds of some insubstantial substance escaped from the blaze, finally free from this abominable place. They groaned, sighed or cheered, melted into one another and rose up to join the massive sparkling haze which hung above our heads. The crowd gave way like reeds to let the crocodile emerge. It let out a final, rattling groan and the top of its jaw rose up while the bottom fell to the sandy floor. Rows of teeth; some sharp, some blunt, some missing or decayed were only visible for a moment before they faded away. The inside of its mouth was blue melting into black rather than fleshy pink. Little stars twinkled as the upper jaw kept rising, stretching forward like a speckled blanket of elastic. I curled into a ball and let the universe envelope me. The island burned instead of drowned and I wept inside my starry womb. I opened my perfect obsidian eyes. My hand was now a claw. I was free.