Approx. 700 BCE.
Abiezer pats the Basenji dogs sitting next to him in his boat. They saw land, and the men were paddling eagerly to the sandbar. Although Kadmiel would protest and say this was a large Island, Abiezer saw nothing to say it was in fact an Island.
The water was reminiscent of the Nile from what sailors back in Baal Saphon would say about it. He heard that large animals dwelled in the river, with reeds thick as female hair on the banks.
Not so here, there were many large trees, many reminiscent of the ones in Baal Saphon. The looming copses stood like masts on a Greek ship. He paused for a moment looking at the brilliant white birds flying over head. They stared at him with luminescent yellow eyes. How could something that large travel in Shamayim's domain?
"In the Trees, there are storks!" a man, Dalphon, shouted. Abiezer turned his head quickly to behold an entire tree full of these creatures. All stared at the ungainly large boat. The men returned the stares. After a minute's pause, the men began paddling, and the storks returned to tending for their Chiclets.
A couple minutes later, the ship ran aground (upon what the men could not tell in the murky water). A sailor adjacent to Abiezer dipped his oar into the water. The Men watched the oar descend without the slightest sign of stopping. Finally the man’s hand met the water, and he pulled it from the water. Abiezer looked is awe at the depth of the water. It was at least as deep as the oar, and black as the pupil at the bottom.
“Go backwards, men.” Abiezer orders. With that, the men begin rowing opposite the way they had been only minutes earlier. “Head to the shoreline. We need to at least make a sacrifice to El Elyon and Athirat before returning to the sea.” The Men silently agreed, with Kadmiel being the only to groan. The Basenji next to Abiezer moans in response, and Abiezer snickers.
The shore was covered with leaf litter, which Abiezer almost hated to kneel in the slick decomposing crap, but he raised the Bass. Dalphon began carving the prayer into a plank of bark from a local trees. May El Elyon bless us upon our long Journey home, Athirat, please make this voyage a most safe one for all crew members on my ship. He lays the fish upon the ground along with a tablet.
Abiezer looked around the woods, to see a man peering back at Abiezer. His skin was quite tanned, almost a red rawhide. His brow provided shade for his eyes, with were small and a bit beady. His raven hair was long and down to his ears.
“You!” the man yells at the man. The Man’s eyes widen, and he bounds away. No doubt he was some sort of Arab man. He saw some once in Carthage. Those silly Bedouins and their odd ways of watching us Phoenicians, he thought. The Crew returned too their boat, and sailed down river.
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Abiezer pats the Basenji dogs sitting next to him in his boat. They saw land, and the men were paddling eagerly to the sandbar. Although Kadmiel would protest and say this was a large Island, Abiezer saw nothing to say it was in fact an Island.
The water was reminiscent of the Nile from what sailors back in Baal Saphon would say about it. He heard that large animals dwelled in the river, with reeds thick as female hair on the banks.
Not so here, there were many large trees, many reminiscent of the ones in Baal Saphon. The looming copses stood like masts on a Greek ship. He paused for a moment looking at the brilliant white birds flying over head. They stared at him with luminescent yellow eyes. How could something that large travel in Shamayim's domain?
"In the Trees, there are storks!" a man, Dalphon, shouted. Abiezer turned his head quickly to behold an entire tree full of these creatures. All stared at the ungainly large boat. The men returned the stares. After a minute's pause, the men began paddling, and the storks returned to tending for their Chiclets.
A couple minutes later, the ship ran aground (upon what the men could not tell in the murky water). A sailor adjacent to Abiezer dipped his oar into the water. The Men watched the oar descend without the slightest sign of stopping. Finally the man’s hand met the water, and he pulled it from the water. Abiezer looked is awe at the depth of the water. It was at least as deep as the oar, and black as the pupil at the bottom.
“Go backwards, men.” Abiezer orders. With that, the men begin rowing opposite the way they had been only minutes earlier. “Head to the shoreline. We need to at least make a sacrifice to El Elyon and Athirat before returning to the sea.” The Men silently agreed, with Kadmiel being the only to groan. The Basenji next to Abiezer moans in response, and Abiezer snickers.
The shore was covered with leaf litter, which Abiezer almost hated to kneel in the slick decomposing crap, but he raised the Bass. Dalphon began carving the prayer into a plank of bark from a local trees. May El Elyon bless us upon our long Journey home, Athirat, please make this voyage a most safe one for all crew members on my ship. He lays the fish upon the ground along with a tablet.
Abiezer looked around the woods, to see a man peering back at Abiezer. His skin was quite tanned, almost a red rawhide. His brow provided shade for his eyes, with were small and a bit beady. His raven hair was long and down to his ears.
“You!” the man yells at the man. The Man’s eyes widen, and he bounds away. No doubt he was some sort of Arab man. He saw some once in Carthage. Those silly Bedouins and their odd ways of watching us Phoenicians, he thought. The Crew returned too their boat, and sailed down river.
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