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“Ah, come on, now. These are fairytales!” the captain moved his arm.
“Don’t!” I screamed. “Don’t you dare, don’t move!”
“What now” he said rolling his eyes and swung over to go back looking at us.
“Do you see that?”
“What?” he opened his arms. “I only see yellowish blocks made out of hard sand”
“Don’t be so naïve” I snapped getting closer to him. “This!” I said, pointing at a writing carved on a piece of stucco, placed above the door. It was written in what seemed to be ancient Khmer. During the journey aboard the ship, I tried my best to memorize the alphabet of that curious language. It was hard, impossible some times, and the fact that those ruins were very old, made it even more difficult to decode.
The ridiculous man tried to read it, “What the hell? It’s not even written in real words”
“Ugh!” I slammed my hand against my forehead. “It’s: Pnr tve nung phlasa btau r piphoplok” I read, with the help of the dictionary I, thank God, decided to bring with me.
“And what is that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know, yet. I only converted it into our Latin alphabet, for they usually used a segmental writing system called abugida. Similar to the Japanese’s.”
“This doesn’t stop me from trying to open this door!”
I swear I so wanted to punch him in the face and I moved forward “You are such a–”
“Ok, stop now!” my father interrupted the wave of insults I would have liked to raise against Henry. But his voice slowly became more and more feeble as Henry and I quickly fell down something that seemed a slipway, and in a matter of seconds, the both of us landed on humid soil.
“Happy now?” I said, freezing for I was by then drenched with what seemed stagnant water.
“You were the one that triggered the trap” he showed again his hideous smug. Actually, he was right, when I tried to move forward I may have accidentally pushed a hidden button with my foot. Like my father said, that civilization knew how to build traps.
“Only because of you!” I clenched my fists, and let out an annoyed scream. “Just let’s get out of here, shall we?” I started walking by my own.