That said, despite her nakedness and warrior-like demeanor in the sculpture, I think the reason Santino really wanted that particular piece for his imaginary bathroom was because she was squatting and her face appeared as though trapped in a very tense moment.
This time, I couldn’t help but smile at my friend’s crude sense of humor.
I surveyed the rest of the room. It was large, almost the size of a tennis court, and at the far end of the room, set flush against the farthest rear wall of the ship, was a gargantuan bed. It was bigger than any I had ever seen and sat atop an elevated platform above the deck, complete with three steps leading up to it. Along the rear wall was a large open window as long as the room was wide, cut in a way that produced a number of long, wooden bars that ran horizontally along the window, a security measure that would keep both animal and interloper from entering.
Such windows dotted the exterior of the ship at various locations and elevations.
Draped with a fine lace netting that served as both decoration and bug control, the window allowed a large bright swath of moonlight to fall on the bed’s lone sleeping figure.
In the time it took me to process the imagery, and hold my small conversation with Santino, the two of us had walked about half way through the room. Reaching that point, I was able to identify the sleeping form as Agrippina. A very naked Agrippina. Lying on her back, her arms were sprawled out alongside her head in a sensual manner and her legs were spread just slightly.
I couldn’t believe how much corruptible sexual energy permeated throughout the room. The place was sexier than the most high end strip club on the planet. The level of sensuality was so intense that I found staying focused difficult.
“Watch the door,” I told Santino, taking another step towards Agrippina.
“What? Not this time, buddy. Agrippina’s legal.”
“Just do it.”
He looked at me sourly. “Just don’t do anything stupid,” he mumbled.
I pulled up short, pausing for a moment to reflect on his comment. Usually, that was something I would say to him, not the other way around. Did he really believe I was going to do something I’d later regret or was he just being himself? Santino wasn’t one to provide deep insights or clever observations during adult conversations, but he had been known to offer insightful commentary in very specific moments in the past. Often, such comments would call for considerable reflection later on.
I shook my head and made my way to the raised platform that held Agrippina’s large bed. It was situated four steps higher than the rest of the room and turned her sleeping area into a type of throne to receive dignitaries from. It seemed appropriate for her, but I wasn’t about to remain at the foot of the steps and allow her to pass judgment on me.
I crept into the room slowly, each step I took landing first on the outside of my foot before rolling flat. Even in a wetsuit, the practice of walking on your outsole was still the best practice for silent movement, and after another twenty paces, I reached Agrippina’s platform. I could see her nude form in front and above me, but I could not yet see her face, as it was turned towards the bulkhead behind her. I glanced one last time at Santino, who had dutifully taken up position by the door, crouching, and waiting for trouble.
I climbed each step carefully, hoping to avoid a creak in the wooden floorboards beneath my feet. With one last step, my silent climb was complete, and I inwardly thanked all those tireless Roman engineers and carpenters who managed to build a set of stairs that didn’t make a sound.
Agrippina was now fully visible, the movement of her chest and abdomen smoothly dancing to the rhythm of her soft breathes. Her eyes fluttered deep in sleep and I wondered what a woman like her dreamt about. I stared at her, a great many ideas drifting into my mind, but I dismissed them and reached out a hand to smother her mouth. I didn’t want her screaming before I questioned…
Something was wrong. Light shimmered and rippled across her prone form, a blue hue that made her skin appear like the serene flow of an ocean. I’d assumed the illusion was perpetrated by the light of the moon rebounding off the river and washing against her through the window, but now I realized that wasn’t possible. Her bed was below the window, resulting in the light from outside passing over her to hit the floor just behind me. The shadow left by her nose was also off, as though the light source was coming from within the room, just off to my right.
I turned and saw the source, hiding behind one of the many sculptures that cluttered the room and blocked the light source from view from anywhere but Agrippina’s raised dais. Situated upon a pedestal, Corinthian in form, was the blue orb that had brought us through time and space to this Godforsaken realm of shit. I almost laughed as my first thought was of poor Varus, slumped unconscious within the same room that held the orb, it being so close all along, but yet so far at the same time. I couldn’t imagine Agrippina allowed many visitors into her room, and certainly not Varus.
It wasn’t far away, only a few steps out of reach, and like the first time I encountered it, a light shone forth from it in all directions. Just smaller than a volleyball, its surface did not seem solid. Like a planet, what seemed like clouds swirled around the orb, giving it its shape and definition but simultaneously giving me the impression that were I to pick it up, my hands would sink right through the clouds before touching the true physical object beneath.
But past experience told me this phenomenon wouldn’t occur, and that by grabbing it, my hand would encounter a solid surface. That is, until it swallowed your hand and sucked your entire life inside out, shitting you out into the most undesirable hellhole in all of history, completely ruining your life and the lives of…
The sight of it filled me with anger and I realized I’d brought my rifle into my hands from its slung position along my back and had it pointing in its general direction. I looked at Penelope dumbly, wondering how it had gotten there. I shook my head and repositioned it so that it sat against my back again. I reached out towards the orb and took a step closer to its glowing effervescence at the same time. It was within reach now, but I didn’t touch it. Instead, I guided my hand around it, feeling the warmth it let off sooth my sudden surge of rage.
I could no longer contain my curiosity. Here it was. The thing I had been hoping to find for years, but hadn’t planned on even searching for until we’d first fixed the timeline. I bent over to peer into its magnificence, inspecting it on a level I never had before, but saw…
“I had hoped you would come searching for it, Jacob Hunter,” a high pitched but soft spoken voice said from behind me. The orb seemed to dim at the interruption and I twirled on instinct the instant I heard the first word. Agrippina was awake and had turned her eyes to look in my direction. With her arms still resting beside her head, she was as seductive and alluring as the orb had just been, but I ignored her beauty and went straight for her mouth with my hand. I expected her to scream, but she was calm as I rushed at her, as if waiting for me to just get on with it and kill her, not even caring.
I held my hand against her mouth, pressing so hard that her head sunk deeper into the pillow beneath it. Again, she didn’t react, merely moving her arms from beside her head to rest them against her thighs. She twisted her body so that she lay on her side and closed her legs, using her right hand to draw a sheet across her lower half. She didn’t bother to cover her breasts.
She gazed at me casually as I held her there, and I continued to wait for her to struggle, but she did nothing, and I just stood there. A bead of sweat dripped from my nose to land against her chest but still she did nothing. Slowly, carefully, I removed my hand from her mouth and placed it on her shoulder, pointing at her with the other hand.