Chapter 2
Lost Island of the Amazons
Center of the Bermuda Triangle
Jake reloaded the Ka-Bar as they approached the entrance to the cave, and they smelled Sestia before they saw her. When she came into view, she was covered from head to toe in yellow and greenish goo and reeked of rotten eggs. She had a shit-eating grin on her face as she carried an egg the size of her head under each arm. Jake tried not to hurl at the stench she was emitting, and it was only by some miracle he could keep it together. "Eggs!" she exclaimed, eyes shining with happiness.
"How many were there?" Lenore asked, holding her nose.
"Hundreds," Sestia replied. "Maybe thousands. These two were the freshest, laid today or yesterday at the latest."
"Bring them," Tatiana ordered as she bent and picked up the fallen tail of the monster. There seemed to be quite a bit of meat on it, so Jake assumed that was what they were having for dinner. If Tatiana was affected by the smell coming off of Sestia, she didn't show it.
Sestia happily trailed after her queen, with Jake and Lenore bringing up the rear. "I destroyed the remaining eggs, my queen," Sestia said.
Jake walked a bit slower, distancing himself from the foul-smelling woman. Lenore hung back with him. "I am curious about your weapon, Jake," she said as she walked beside him.
"I'll tell you all about it," he replied. "I'll even teach you how to shoot it."
Her head whipped up to look at him, her eyes wide and excited. "Truly!?"
"Sure. However, we'll have to conserve ammo. I only have a limited supply."
"Ammo?" she asked.
"Ammunition. You know, bullets?" She looked confused still. "Like arrows or crossbow bolts? That's ammunition."
Her eyes lit up with recognition. "I know arrows."
"Speaking of which, I thought amazons were famous for their archery skills. I haven't seen either of you with a bow. Did the history books get that one wrong?"
"What is a book?"
"You use scrolls to write on, right?" She nodded. "Think of it like a series of scrolls stacked together in sequence to form a complete story."
"There are scrolls about us?" she asked, wide-eyed.
"Sure," Jake replied. "Many different historians wrote about the Amazon women with opinions varying from the minute to the extreme."
"What kinds of things do they say about us?" Lenore asked with almost child-like excitement.
"Well, as I mentioned, your archery skills, for one. They say your skills with the bow were unmatched for the times."
"At one time, yes," Lenore replied somberly. "Though, we did not exclusively use the bow for battle. That would be absurd. However, a majority of our warriors were highly skilled."
"Are you?"
She nodded. "I was one of the commanders of the bow maidens."
"Wow. Were you all as accurate as the history books describe? I mean, they say you could hit a moving target at up to two hundred yards with ease."
She thought about it for a minute, calculating what she knew of distances. "So, a stadion. One-quarter of a hippikon?"
It was Jake's turn to calculate in his mind. If a hippikon was about half a mile and half a mile was 880 yards, then he supposed a stadion would be the closest approximation of the distance. "That sounds about right," he replied with a smile.
"Then your history books would be incorrect," she replied. "There are those that probably could accomplish such a task with efficiency. However, their number would be few. Only a handful of my maidens could land the target with any degree of accuracy. Even so, less than half the time."
"Huh," Jake said. "Wonder what else they got wrong. Besides the exposure of one breast, that is." He looked away shyly for a moment before looking back at her.
She had the strangest look on her face; amusement, for one, also skepticism. When she realized he wasn't joking, she burst out laughing. She stopped walking to double over with humor. "They say we walk around with one breast exposed?" she asked, laughing.
"It gets worse. Some have speculated that you completely removed one of your breasts as children so as to have the strength to draw the bow back further."
She gasped mid-laugh and choked as she looked at him in shock. Coughing and spluttering, she exclaimed, "What is wrong with your people!?"
"Hey," he protested, putting his hands up in defense. "It wasn't my people that proposed such nonsense. Every modern-day female archer knows you can pull the bow back just fine with two chest melons." He grinned.
She laughed again as she continued walking. Jake was looking at her as she pulled on her molded leather armor. She tugged it away from her body far enough for him to see one bare breast. His eyes went wide, and he immediately looked away. "Well, whoever it was, they were wrong. I still have both of mine, as you can see." She grinned mischievously.
Jake coughed. "I, uh, yeah." He cleared his throat before suddenly realizing the women didn't wear any clothing underneath their chest armor. "Wait, don't you have a shirt or chest wrap or something to wear underneath that thing?"
She shook her head. "All faded away to nothing long ago. The bare armor is uncomfortable and scratches our breasts, not to mention what it does to our exposed nipples, but necessary for our protection."
"Damn, that sucks. I'm sorry you have to endure that every day."
"What does it suck?" she asked curiously as they continued walking.
"Er, another expression. It just means that's unfortunate."
"Oh. It is not so bad. We take the armor off at night, and with our accelerated healing, our breasts are healed by morning."
"Yeah, but to have to keep going through that day after day?"
"I got used to it long ago." She smiled at him.
"So," he said, changing the subject, "I take it from your demeanor toward me that you don't hate men?"