Fumo the Free - Part 5

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Fumo the Free - Part 5

After two days and nights of fistful interrogation, Fumo thought he’d learned more about himself than the Carpudlians had. And in two turns of being left in the dark by himself, he had learned even more.

 

He knew what Captain Tanya and First Mate Lucy wanted from him: turn to Carpool. They had a hot war going with a side called Transylvito, mostly on land. They needed warlords. Ensign Echobox had said all of this exactly, before anyone threw punch 1. Or punch 100.

 

At one point near the end of the first day (and at a couple dozen points on the second), Fumo had broken down and offered to turn. He just didn’t see any reason to be stubborn. If serving Carpool was his Fate, so be it. He was a warlord. He needed a source of upkeep. Transylvito probably didn’t have ants, and if he was fighting on land, at least he wouldn’t cross paths with these two again.

 

The thing was, Carpool wasn’t asking. Not yet.

 

The kingdom was on a completely different land mass from her colony Tidepod, with a medium-sized sea in between. Based on Lucy/Tanya’s hints, this voyage was going to take something a tenturn or more. Prisoners were cheaper to keep than warlords. And that’s all it boiled down to for the King of Carpool. Having a non-seafarer warlord aboard for this journey wouldn’t add anything to Challenger’s move or defense that would be worth the cost to the treasury.

 

So the feral-popped warlord could just languish on the floor in the pitch-black space behind an iron hatch, being rocked to sleepless seasickness, needing a smoke always, and occasionally summoning up the stomach to eat the solitary fish-flake cake that popped as his daily ration.

 

And yet, the First Mate beat him. Even when he’d offered to serve, she kept on. Clearly, the Captain wanted something else.

 

Fumo learned things about himself in that span of time. Not all were things he cared to think about when they’d finally left him alone. He wasn’t witty. He wasn’t all that brave. He had a breaking point, a much lower one than he would have liked to think.

 

But he’d learned about his crest. And he learned that he might have a home.

 

It wasn’t Carpool. He didn’t know if it really existed. But near the end of the...more exciting part of his ordeal, he’d learned about it when Tanya had come right out and asked him.

 

“Are you from Atlanta?”

 

The name meant nothing to Fumo. And at that point in the course of questioning—when he was a pulpy, slouching heap incapable of coming up with anything like a lie or an act—she must have known it meant nothing.

 

“I don’t hfink so...” he murmured.

 

Are you?” ...she was asking him anyway, because it meant something to her. “Is that what this crest is?!”

 

“I’m feral,” he’d said. “I’m four turns old.”

 

For that answer, he’d received a final helping of Lucy’s fist. But when they’d finally left him to rot in his cell, Captain Tanya had almost seemed embarrassed.

 

Fumo waited until they’d been gone a while, until almost no bootsteps could be heard over the creaking of the ship’s timbers. Then he whispered, “Echobox...”

 

From the other side of the hatch, his Tidepodean jailer whispered back, “Wutchu want, wildman?”

 

“What is ‘Atlanta?’”

 

“Oh. I don’t know where the Carpud’s got that neem. Lost continent. Maybe island. Ate’s probably not cold that. We always sayd, ‘Archezoa.’”

 

Fumo repeated the name. This time...well, it meant something other than nothing. “Archezoa.”

 

“Yees. Or ‘Noah’s Ark,’” Echobox lowered his whisper even more. “Or if you really feel like blass-faming, then just ‘Ark.’”


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Lipkin wrote:
Also, of course Fumo isn't from Atalanta. He himself admitted he wasn't Brave.
Take a shmucker for this, damn you.
Ansan Gotti wrote:
And don't forget, a good chunk of Atlanta was burned during the Civil War.



Hotlanta!
HighJumper wrote:
Mogster2 wrote:
Hmm... Lucy + Tanya... Lusitania... which would make Fumo a U-boat?
This idea keeps growing on me. Artwork, lyric adjustments, or fanfic expanding this idea will be rewarded with 100 schmuckers each.


Boom! Posted.
A mostly land war against TV. But there was one successful attack from the sea that we saw. Maybe led by an oddly unspecialed sailor.
Damien wrote:
Jade wrote:
Update, EEEEEE:D

So that explains why they kept having to beat Fumo; it's just cheaper that way :-\

I can't wait to see if and how Fumo is connected to Archezoa/Noah!

I'm still thinking that Paige hasn't released any information about King Archibald Type yet, so I'm wondering how Carpool knows about Atlanta/Archezoa and what exactly it is they know about it.

Just based on the name Atlanta (and a Futurama episode), I'm guessing it's called that as an allusion to the Lost City of Atlantis. So Archezoa may have some mythical/semi historical significance to the rest of Erfworld somehow.


I don't think that beating him is a necessary part of being a prisoner, if they felt he had nothing to offer and was worth no threat except an extra body on the battle field they probably would just let him sit in that dark cell for a few weeks.


You're right, for some reason I interpreted it as in order to count as a prisoner, they had to beat/torture Fumo :P But I remembered there were turns in which Parson and Jack, as prisoners of TV, were not beat up, and they still counted as prisoners.
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Having a non-seafarer warlord aboard for this journey wouldn’t add anything to Challenger’s move or defense that would be worth the cost to the treasury


I guess Forecastle's secret hasn't gotten out yet.
Knavigator wrote:
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Having a non-seafarer warlord aboard for this journey wouldn’t add anything to Challenger’s move or defense that would be worth the cost to the treasury


I guess Forecastle's secret hasn't gotten out yet.


Wouldn't it be Anchorbar's secret? They're the ones that built the ships that made this tactic possible.
Heffenfeffer wrote:
Knavigator wrote:
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Having a non-seafarer warlord aboard for this journey wouldn’t add anything to Challenger’s move or defense that would be worth the cost to the treasury


I guess Forecastle's secret hasn't gotten out yet.


Wouldn't it be Anchorbar's secret? They're the ones that built the ships that made this tactic possible.


If I recall, the Quakens weren't tamed units but the Double Eagles were.
Knavigator wrote:
Heffenfeffer wrote:
Knavigator wrote:
I guess Forecastle's secret hasn't gotten out yet.

Wouldn't it be Anchorbar's secret? They're the ones that built the ships that made this tactic possible.

If I recall, the Quakens weren't tamed units but the Double Eagles were.

Both were tamed. The Anchorbar ships had ovens on board to bake bread to feed and thus tame the Quakkens. The Double Eagles were tamed with fish.
Umbrathor wrote:
Both were tamed. The Anchorbar ships had ovens on board to bake bread to feed and thus tame the Quakkens. The Double Eagles were tamed with fish.


Nope, Quakens were ferals not sided units.

Duke Forecastle, Page 17 wrote:
“No. It wasn’t,” he said, wincing. He hadn’t even bothered to size it up as an opponent, or he’d have known: that quakken out there was still feral. “Then why is it leaving the ship alone?”