ROGER'S FABULOUS VOYAGES, PART 2, CHAPTER 5. (standard:humor, 2156 words) [5/12] show all parts
Author: Danny Zil	Added: Jun 13 2012	Views/Reads: 2705/1470	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Roger meets Hub Cap who starts to show him round Uhuruland.

FIVE 

When Roger came to a few minutes later he sat up groggily and looked
round. Big Lucas, the crowd and the choir had drifted over to a large 
hut where a booze and ganja fuelled party was just starting, 
accompanied by some booming reggae music. 

“Hey man, let me helps you up,” Hub Cap offered, extending a hand. 

“Why thank you,” Roger said, taking his hand and pulling himself to his
feet. 

“So what's your name then, bro?” Hub Cap asked. 

“Roger White, Fleet Pilot,” Roger told him. 

“Roger White Fleet Pilot,” mused Hub Cap. “Kinda long name, ain't it?” 

“No no, I think you misunderstood. My name's Roger--” 

Hub Cap laughed, displaying two rows of piano-key-white teeth. “Only
jivin wit you, my man,” he said. “Nice to meet you, Roger baby. They 
call me Hub Cap.” 

Hub Cap was in his early twenties and late teens. He had braided black
hair which fell to his shoulders, bounced back and settled just under 
his ears. He was wearing faded jeans and a multi-coloured t-shirt. 
Round his neck was a gold necklace which had a small silver hub cap 
dangling from it. 

“Used to steal them when I was a kid,” explained Hub Cap, pointing to
the hub cap. “That's why they calls me Hub Cap.” 

“Pleased to meet you,” Roger said politely then looked apprehensively
towards the partying crowd. “I say, are they really going to execute 
me?” he asked. “I was on my way to New Earth when they brought me 
here.” 

Hub Cap caught the worried tone. He threw a consoling arm round himself
then realised his mistake and threw it round Roger. “Hey Roga, my man!” 
he said cheerfully. “Don't you be worryin bout no execution. You leave 
it wit Hub Cap. He'll fix things for ya.” 

“Really?” Roger asked, brightening. “Well that's jolly decent of you,
Hub Cap. You've taken a weight off my mind.” 

“That's cool then, bro. So let's you an me go an check out Uhuruland.”
Roger and Hub Cap strolled off, away from the party towards the small 
village. There were about fifty round huts which had been built along 
the bank of a wide river. The huts were simple, with baked mud walls 
and straw roofs. 

“This village for the bruthas an sistas who wants to stay close to
natcha,” Hub Cap explained as they strolled along. 

“Natcha?” Roger queried. “Oh you mean nature?” 

“That's right, bro – natcha.” 

“The huts look pretty basic,” Roger remarked. 

“Oh they is but that's how the bruthas and sistas likes it,” Hub Cap
told him. “Furtha down the riva we gots a small town where the regula 
folks live.” 

“Well I hope they keep regular,” Roger remarked wittily but Hub Cap
didn't laugh. 

As they wandered on they came to one of the huts which had a ‘FOR SALE'
sign in front of it. Two men were standing near it and were obviously 
in the middle of bargaining. 

“So, can we go over and listen to these chaps discussing the sale of the
hut?” Roger asked. 



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