A New Chief
((Ha! Thatâs right! I had TWO for the @moana-partyâ exchange this time around! My second prompt was from @raptor-moon who requested:
An encounter with the kakamora goes very unexpectedly.
This was fun to write!! Hope you like it!))
A typical day in the Realm of monsters... or it had been. Monsters going about their usual business of hunting and survival, when out of nowhere a loud splash broke the surface of the watery ceiling high above their heads, and something plummeted straight to the earth. A flock of eight-eyed bats screeched as they were spooked from their perches, and a frog the size of a small bus hurriedly hopped away as the mysterious something struck the reed with a shattering crash. Enormous wooden splinters and shards of coral and shell fragments went flying until the object finally came to a full stop, and for a moment, all was completely silent.
A few of the more brave, or perhaps more curious monsters slowly drew back in toward the crash to see what had jut invaded their realm.
It was... unusual to say the least... A boat? A hut? A small island? The wreckage seemed to be a mix of the three, and it was immediately clear that even before the strange vessel had sunk to the ocean floor, it had been in some sort of violent collision, if the massive cracks and break alongside the hull were any indication. A few broken spears were tangled among the wreck as well, but... they were far too small to belong to any human.
So what-?
KNOCK KNOCK
The nearest monster, a cat-like creature with a scaly, whip-like tail and saber-like fangs, yowled and arched their back as the leaped away from the wreck as something deep inside started to move and shift. It let out a haunting hiss in warning, but the beams and bits of sail continued to move about.. And a little coconut with a face scrawled on a shaven part of its surface poked out of the rubble.
SLAP SLAP THUNK KNOCK
It struck its armor with mauve-colored hands, and tilted as it looked at the cat monster.
Seemed harmless enough. Cute, even.
Hackles lowered, the cat still growled as it started to stalk forward. Whatever this coconut thing was, it was alive, and would certainly make for a valuable snack, and the monster flexed its claws in anticipation.
Suddenly, the beams and splinters shifted again, and at least four dozen other faces emerged from the wreckage. The cat stopped in its tracks, baffled, and before it could take another step
"REEEEEEEE!"
The kakamora screeched defiantly, and grabbed the broken spears, or pulled out all manners of weaponry forged from sticks, stones and sea life. They jumped from the remains of their ship and charged at the monster. It yowled and scrabbled back, claws finding no purchase in the soft sand as it tried to turn about. Only by dumb luck was it able to finally right itself, and dash back into the undergrowth before the tiny pirates had reached it.
Several skid to a halt, and raised their weapons in triumph! ... But the rest kept running, straight into the wilderness. Almost immediately, confusion washed over the ranks... More stopped, some continued forward, and in the chattering chaos, at least one made it into the denser plantlife. Were they supposed to continue attacking? Were they supposed to fall back? Certainly didnât seem like the organized and intricate coordination that most of the world had come to expect from them, but... they didnât know what to do!
It was only when a blood-curdling shriek abruptly cut off by the crunch of a coconut shell from the shadows that snapped them all back to their senses. They huddled together, weapons pointed outward, until everything became calm once more.
The defensive ring disbanded, and the pirates looked to each other for some kind of answer. Theyâd never been that disorganized before... What happened? Usually the chief would give an order and-
... And there it clicked.
Their chief had been on the main boat, unconscious by one of their own darts during the collision. She wouldnât have been able to do anything to rescue her crew members, and now she was miles away from them, with monsters, sea creatures and an entire ocean of water between them.
The kakamora slapped out panicked messages on their shells.
We have no chief!
Who will lead us?
How will we survive?
One with a seashell crown rapped his jawbone club over his neighbor to get everyoneâs attention.
We must find a new chief! He announced, drumming on his head. A new chief to lead us and make us our own crew! One that can keep us safe around these monsters!
Nervous chattering rippled through the group, but ultimately they decided that he was right... But one problem... None of the pirates present knew the first thing about Lalotai...
No... They would need to search for a new leader... Someone who knew this strange new land like the back of their hand...
And if they didnât want to end up like their fallen crewmate, they would need to find one fast.
---
Days? Weeks? Hard to tell as the time blurred in this sun-less, neon-dominated landscape. The pirates trudged along, dragging their weapons behind them, and practically suffocated with the heat, humidity and plantlife. Kakamora were evolved to handle life on boats... not trekking miles upon miles through dense jungle... but they were slowly starting to learn. They stayed close; never straying more than a few feet from multiple others, and they constantly had look-outs to warn the others of the first signs of trouble. A few of them had even started collecting small trinkets and âtreasuresâ to feel like proper pirates again.
But still, they were still nowhere near ready to tackle this place on their own; evident by the fact their group had shrunk by another half-dozen or so.
We should stop and rest...
Canât rest... We need to keep going...
Those two messages kept getting knocked back and forth, regular enough that it almost formed a marching beat as they kept going forward. Why, if the creatures could actually sing, it might have made their trek a little easier. They could practically hear the melody in their heads...
...
Wait a minute... That wasnât in their heads.
A few of the kakamora in the front of the group raised their hands out-of-sync, trying to get the rest of the group to stop. Sure enough, somewhere ahead of them, there was the unmistakable sound of someone... or something... singing in a tired, melancholy tone.
⪠âShiny... Iâm so shiny...â âŞ
The smaller monsters looked at each other uncertainly... though this was the first thing theyâd heard that wasnât squawks, shrieks, screeches or grunts since they got here. The first sign of ANY kind intelligence in this gods-forsaken landscape. The uncertainty gave way to hope, and their nervous knocks clamored to a dull roar of anticipation.
The few at the front gave an excited cry, and the group rushed forward...
And almost bounced off of a large, bulbous eyestalk that lay in the clearing just beyond the trees.
The kakamora screamed, and the giant eye blinked as it swiveled to look at whatever had interrupted its owners singing.
âWhat the-!?â an almost deafening voice boomed out, and a few of the pirates fled back into cover while the rest stayed frozen stiff.
It was a monster, that much was painfully obvious, but one MUCH bigger than anything theyâd seen so far. It appeared to be some sort of giant crab, blue-purple in color, and with a legspan of at least a hundred feet across. Hell, even the eye itself had to be three or four times taller than any of the pirates. The crab was upside down, locked in place on his back, and judging from the torn up terrain within his reach, heâd had been stuck that way for a while with no luck of righting himself.
A kakamora in a puffer fish hat tried to tap out a greeting, but the larger monsterâs voice sent those hands to cover eardrums instead.
âGods above, just PERFECT. Now the vermin have come crawling out of the woodwork,â the crab groaned. âHavenât I suffered enough!?â
He struggled, trying to rock himself forward, and the ground below him shook from his efforts. More of the pirates fled for cover, but before they all disappeared, a few noticed something... unusual about this crab. As it leaned forward, they got a good look at his back...
And it was absolutely COVERED in gold.
Their eyes sparkled... A tempting hoard for such renowned thieves, even in such a place and as dire a situation. The enormous crustacean must have collected those treasures for millennia, scouring the place for every little bit of gold and shiny collectibles it had to offer!
Leaving no stone unturned.
Exploring... everything... hmm...
They exchanged looks... they were all clearly thinking the same thing, as impossible as it might be... But they were desperate.
The crab rolled back into place, covering up the treasure once more, and he fell limp with a melodramatic groan.
The kakamora reemerged from hiding, and they chattered and knocked quietly amongst themselves while stealing glances at the fallen monster...
And a plan slowly took form.
Afterall, the Kakmoras werenât just pirates... No.
They were engineers... And though this very idea was crazy...
It just might work.
---
Over the next few weeks,the kakamora hovered around the fallen crab, and he was absolutely infuriated by their presence at first. They kept getting far too close for comfort, and over time, they started bringing all sorts of garbage around him... tree trunks, pillars of coral and stone, woven ropes from vines and coconut palm fibers... and no matter how often he roared or swatted at them, they just kept coming back. Eventually he had to grudgingly tolerate their existence.
The kakamora themselves were also becoming much more brave as they worked. There werenât nearly as many monsters in this area, due, of course, to the giant crab, so they could venture out in smaller groups to get more work done. Theyâd even managed to build a camp, stock up on fruit and a few fish that had fallen from the sky, and built traps and harnesses to capture whatever small-ish monsters remained in the territory.
A kakmora with two bones tied to its head rode on top of a monster that looked like a chicken crossed with a lizard, and used it to push one final round boulder into place on top of the nearby geyser vent.
Perfection. Everything was in place.
THUNK THUNK KNOCK
The warning message rung out over the valley, and the workers scrambled to the safety of their camp. The bone-headed kakamora rode over to the crabâs head, and poked at the eyestalk with a large stick to get the crabâs attention.
He hissed as he woke up, and bared his teeth at the little coconut-wearing monster. âRude,â he growled. âWhat do you want?â
The kakamora simply tilted his head, then gestured to the blocked vent on the hill in front of them.
The crab frowned. âA little late for that, genius...â he deadpanned.
The kakamora kept gesturing, but before the larger monster could piece everything together, the plan was already set into motion.
The ground rumbled, and suddenly the geyser erupted, sending hot water, steam and the large rock flying high into the air. It landed with a heavy crash, and started rolling towards, guided by barricades the pirates had built from coral and wood. It bounced around like a pinball before settling into a deep groove that sent it barreling straight toward a large ramp. It hit the ramp, and went flying in the air...
straight for the crab.
He screeched, and curled his limbs to try and protect his softer stomach, but there was no need. The rock landed perfectly as calculated, hitting the end of a large lever that had been wedged beside him, and with one sudden push, the startled monster was thrown forward.
The kakamora held their breath as he teetered in place, still baffled by what was going on. Of course the rock could only push the 800 ton chunk of muscle and chitin so far, even with the help of physics... but thankfully, just as gravity tried to claw him back down to earth, the crab got a sense of what had just happened, and with one desperate flail...
THUD
He fell forward, landing safely on his stomach.
The pirates cheered, screeching cries of victory that their hard work had paid off, and while the larger monster was still dazed and dizzy from the experience, they rushed forward in a coarse, hairy swarm and crawled onto his gold-laden shell.
âWh... what.... Hey, get offa me!â The crab tried to stand, but atrophied legs were still clumsy from disuse after so long, and he wobbled as he tried to get up.
But the kakamora did not move. They continued to celebrate, surround by gold and wealth... their dreams come true! And yet, this was just the bonus.
Their real goal... the one they had worked so hard for...
They looked up at the crabâs face expectantly.
â... What the hell are you staring at me for?â
One started to thump rhythmically on its chest, and one by one, the other kakamora followed suit. The sound grew and grew with volume and intensity until the entire crewâs chanting echoed through the valley.
Far too creepy for the larger monsterâs taste. âWhat are you doing? Stop that!â
... And they stopped. Immediately.
The crab blinked. He... hadnât expected that to work so easily.
Were they... listening to him now?
He glanced down at some of the scattered treasures that had been knocked loose while he was upside down, and pointed at them with his claw.
âUh... Pick those up?â
And without question, they did exactly that. The pirates shimmied back down his limbs and picked up everything remotely shiny they could find in the sand, and brought it back onto his shell before standing at attention once more.
Shock and confusion gave way to a sinister smirk, and the crabâs antennae perked forward in interest.
âOh this is going to be fun~â he purred before chuckling to himself. You guys are going to do everything I say, hmm?â
They nodded, and pulled forth a makeshift headdress, not dissimilar from the one their old chief used to wear, and set it among the rest of the treasures.
âSo you want me to be your leader? Only natural~ Who wouldnât want to love and worship the King of Lalotai and serve his every wi-GAH!â
A dart had struck his eyestalk... He was going to be their leader but that didnât mean they were gonna accept any nonsense. A kakamora subtly gave the one that had blown the dart a high five.
The larger monster grumbled, and tried to pick out the annoying irritant stuck in his armored skin as the stalk froze in an awkward position. âFine, fine. Weâll work up to that... But I guess I do owe ya runts for getting me back upright. You can stick around... for now... But the instant you lot start irritating me, youâre GONE. Comprenez-vous?â
He was met with enthusiastic nods, and the pirates chattered and knocked happily on their shells, perfectly content with the arrangement.
Strange creatures, surely... Their new leader rolled his non-paralyzed eye, and after briefly stretching and getting reacquainted with his old legs, he marched off in search of something to eat.
In spite of the monsterâs attitude, the kakamora were over the moon, and once more roared with cheers and victorious battlecries. Theyâd done it. Theyâd found a new chief. They found safety... treasure... their confidence... and even a new âboatâ all in one!
And all the while, they proved that they were capable of doing big things even in this giant-dominated world.
Now they could claim this new land as their own.
Now they would survive.
Look out Lalotai! The Kakamora donât fear you any longer!












