Here is page sixteen of TSS! Enjoy:
" To give thanks to this body I fill with energy,
To
give thanks to the protection of this place.
With
great devotion I pray.
Amen.
As
her burnt offering filled her sense of smell with the hunger enticing smell of
roasting fish, she pulled her meal fish from the bucket, instantaneously
severing the heads of both. She placed
her mouth over the eye sockets and sucked out the eyes. The gooey, warm, salty liquid hit her tongue
with great satisfaction. The eyes always
gave her great energy and lifted her spirit as she prepared the bodies of the
fish for the hot grill, using her hunting knife to cut out fillets off each
side, slicing at an angle and just going deep enough to remove the meat off the
ribs of the fish. After cutting four
substantial fillets, she placed the remaining body and heads onto her
sacrificial fire. She easily cut the
skin away from each fillet piece before laying them upon the metal grill. The fish meat sizzled upon contact and the
smell drifted into her nose and tempted her hunger. Her stomach grumbled. As her meal cooked, she fully clothed
herself, cleaned her machete completely, and then used a rock and the concrete
edge to sharpen the blade. She would
repeat the process later on with her sharpening flint at the fort, but for now,
she filled her time with constant activity.
After sharpening the machete, she used her knife to flip each piece of
fish. The four fillets had all turned a
nice shade of white and had black grill lines singed into the flesh. A smile crept onto her face, unknowingly. This was her favorite part of the day. Soon she would have her fillets cooling on
the side of her machete as it rested upon her legs. From the top of the Hambright she would sit,
slowly enjoying her meal. With each bite
of the thin meat she would close her eyes, breath in the salty air, and let the
wind run its fingers over her face and drying hair. Her teeth would slowly mash the meat, her
tongue exploring each explosion of flavor, no matter how mild the fish did
taste. To her, there was not a better
taste in her world; at least none that she no longer could remember, nor cared
to. This meal would sustain her for the " |
| A bit of a different picture today. Here is the public beach at Tybee Island, the main beach for us Savannahians! |
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