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    The Extermination of Kings Part II: Dark Continent
    The Extermination of Kings Part II: Dark Continent
    The Extermination of Kings Part II: Dark Continent
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    The Extermination of Kings Part II: Dark Continent

    By William J. Ryan

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    In Part II of the Extermination of Kings, word has spread about the sole survivors of their monastery in Tibet. Help arrives for our Monks in the form of a big Irish Seaman named Captain Jack. Captain Jack safely gets our Monks across the Indian Ocean and to a longtime friend of his that goes by the name of Osiris, an African tribesman. Osiris guides them through the Dark Continent of Africa and the perils that they face there. Then finally, a mysterious and powerful benefactor makes himself known and leads them to the exciting final leg of their journey.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWilliam J. Ryan
    Release dateMar 30, 2018
    ISBN9781370604180
    The Extermination of Kings Part II: Dark Continent
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    William J. Ryan

    I am William J. Ryan. I am in my 60’s, an autodidact (self-directed learner) and I am dyslexic. I not only suffer from trouble with letters, numbers and spelling of words changing on me, but structuring of sentences will sometimes be backwards. (Don’t worry; I hire someone to edit these stories before I publish them!) I write for the joy of writing, of getting an idea out there. I write in many different genres, children’s stories, historical fiction, fiction, science fiction, crime, and adventure, all the way to anti-religion. I do research on everything that I write about in order to try to be as factual as I can be. I have self – published 35 books and 22 screenplays! Self - publishing is a great way to start, but it is hard to get the audience’s attention. I am also the illustrator of all the artwork within each of my books and most of the cover art. You won’t find many authors out there that include artwork in their stories. More About Me Born in poverty, by white trash sperm and egg donors, my childhood was one horrific nightmare after another, that I would spend the rest of my life overcoming. Freeing myself from this extremely dysfunctional cluster of lost self-indulgent beings, by cutting off all contact with them, was the best thing I ever did. At an early age I chose not to have children for I was not given the skill to raise them and chose not to pass on the gruesome genetic dysfunctions that I had inherited. Writing personal painful events in one of my fictional characters is second nature and comes far far far too easy. In my early 20s, I discovered my reading and learning disability had a name, Dyslexia and I worked as an adult to overcome letters and numbers changing before my eyes. Later in life, as an older adult, I learned the power of reading and writing and became an Autodidact. This affliction never leaves the afflicted. I am glad to trade the curse of Dyslexia for the skills to invent and create people places and events that I see so clearly in my mind’s eye. Every story, every town, every person is 100% real to me and I see every picture on the wall, the view out the window, the streets and homes of the neighborhoods, making them all real to me and I hope the reader. Artfully crafted acquired skills, from a childhood trying to escape the insanity surrounding this small boy and his young developing mind, where he found himself. i.e. A clear example of a Dyslexic sentence. A short stent (seven years), in the criminal banking industry; where I saw V.P.’s change mortgage interest rates higher on loans, to increase the profits for the bank, cheating the customers. When I refused to participate, I was told, “I needed to think of the Bank First”. My response was “I will never do this.” I also witnessed V.P.’s instruct managers to create duplicate false files (and they did) concealing the crimes of the bank during a government audit, so they would pass. When I could find the courage to walk out, (without notice for they did not earn it) I did and changed my life’s path for the better, still looking for that place in my child’s mind, where people were honest, decent and truthful. All of my life up to this point, I could not face my tormentors, because I was beaten down so badly as a child. I finally found my voice and the inner strength to take the bullies in my life on,,, one at a time. With each confrontation, with each face to face battle, I have grown stronger and developed the skills to beat back the bullies of the world, exposing them for what they truly are. There is no one I will not attack back, fending off their aggression, their bullying of the weakest among us all,,, children,,, has become my single life focal point. At this intolerant unforgiving stage in my life, my understanding of man’s history, is continually being rewritten, removing the light of truth, so I pull further away from people. The worst being the so called God Fearing People, that believe they can do anything to anyone and God will forgive their sins so they can do it again. Every one of them has shown me the black oozing bag that is their soul. There is no helping them, so I stopped trying and recoil from the religious. The evil that all religious people do every day, in their God’s name, (genocide, rape of a child, land grab, slavery) show us all that their god must have horns and a pointy tale. This clear understanding of people and the evil that exist just under the skin, emerges in all my stories. A good writer should not create without understanding, but write what they know. I know this evil all too well and I can write and attest to it!!! Favorite Quotes (some) “Just because you are born in shit, does not mean you must stay there.” The quote is from a female pilot from WWII, instrumental in the development of the WASP, name unknown. “A man’s strength is measured by the strength of his enemies” Sioux These quotes are indeed very powerful. My list is very long and grows with every day. Each day I wait for them to come and kill me,,, the Deceivers that I expose. “Hell is other people” From the book NO EXIT by Jean-Paul Sartre 1944. The things he must have witnessed,,, as the Good German Christians gathered up the Jews (the god killers, Jewish Decide) for the slaughter. Oops did I let that slip? Yes the Nazis were unapologetic-ally Christian,,, Gott Mit Uns (God with us) was worn upon every German Christians soldiers belt as they justified their actions with words of Scrupulosity and its madness. Example; “Our movement is Christian” Adolf Hitler. These Christians are not good people and for me this quote helps prove it. “The waste,,, the waste,,, the waste.” These were the last words of the abdicated King Edward VIII of England. Somehow it seems to sum up the best efforts of man on Earth. “I am ashamed to say I am a member of the human race.” said by Charles Bukowski, August 16th 1920 to March 9th 1994. Words I hear in my mind every day as I see more atrocities of man and his foot print upon this small planet. I carry all of these words with me every day and use them to steer me from the rocky shores of others as I set the heading of my ship away,,, off into the setting sun,,, as I was born,,, alone. Personal Hero’s Ferdinand Waldo Demara Jr.; his skills of camouflages and moving from one life to another, immeasurably helped to guide me and re-invent myself for the better. It is with envy I look to him and his life, for he truly is,,, The Great Impostor. This is but a small window into my soul and reveals but a small part of what has made this man what he is,,, good or bad.

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      The Extermination of Kings Part II - William J. Ryan

      The Extermination of Kings

      Part II

      Dark Continent

      Written and Illustrated by William J. Ryan

      Copyright 2018 William J. Ryan

      Published by William J. Ryan at Smashwords

      Smashwords Edition License Notes

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. This book may not be reproduced in part or in whole without the written permission of the author. You may write to William J. Ryan at Post Office Box 666, Dade City, Florida 33526

      If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your enjoyment only, then please return to Smashwords.com or your favorite retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      All information, theories and any philosophies or hypotheses should be verified by the reader from outside sources before one takes action to protect oneself from any of the impending dooms that are predicted to come within this book.

      All theories and characters in this book (if any) are fictitious and any resemblance to others or actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental unless a true name is used and true quotes are used.

      Table of Contents

      Prologue

      Chapter One – The Yacht

      Chapter Two - South to the Bay

      ChapterThree - Death of Ships and Oil Slicks

      Chapter Four - The High Seas

      Chapter Five - Port

      Chapter Six - Northwest

      Chapter Seven - Deep into the Dark Continent

      Chapter Eight - The Emerald Coast

      Chapter Nine - Hospital

      Chapter Ten – Grand Hotel

      Chapter Eleven – The Benefactor

      Chapter Twelve – Last Plane Ride

      Chapter Thirteen – A New Day

      Chapter Fourteen – The Gunman

      Chapter Fifteen – Back at the Grand

      Chapter Sixteen – The Big Ship

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      Chapter One

      The Yacht

      Woo, Woohoo and Neeya stared hard at the yacht which was listing harder to the starboard side and on fire from the lighting strike. They tried to see or hear any signs of movement inside. As the fast approaching storm blew in, the strong winds first brought leaves, sticks and sand that seemed to, no matter what the size, find their way to sticking onto Neeya’s oil covered naked body.

      The droplets of rain were large and very cold for it was a huge storm. A second wave of high winds was coming at them breaking off limbs of trees. Then the hail came, first small pellets and then the size of moth balls and they felt like bee stings as they hit their flesh. The trio ran for cover under the front part of the tilted yacht.

      As they tried to listen for movement inside, the storm got worse and then blinding as their attention turned to survival. Soon the driving rains began to puddle and Woo could see the small stream next to the yacht that they had enjoyed, becoming larger with every drop.

      The water now lapping at their ankles seemed to be coming at them from every direction. Neeya was trying to get comfort from Woo and Woohoo but they would have nothing to do with her. After all, she was still a gooey mess.

      The sky was filled with anger, rage, wind and lightning as the rain turned sideways and limbs from trees fell around them. The water now approached their knees and seemed to start giving the yacht buoyancy, as it began to straighten.

      The thunderous sound of the rain was almost deafening as the three found themselves now huddled together for safety. The water now up to their waists had the girls terrified. Finally, after what seemed the longest time, the blackness of the sky seemed to lessen and Woo thought it was time to investigate Neeya’s claim.

      Woo turned to Woohoo, pointing his finger at her firmly, You two stay here! I am going up to see what is going on.

      Woohoo grabbed his finger shaking her head no as her eyes were pleading, Don’t leave us here, we’re going to drown.

      It’s hardly up to your knees; you’re not going to drown. Now stay here! Woo then looked at his fingers that were now covered with black oil, dirt and sand from trying to help Neeya. Where did this come from and how did it get on her,,, everywhere?

      Woohoo reluctantly agreed as the storm’s winds seemed to have changed directions and were subsiding. Woo disappeared in the grey driving rain leaving Woohoo and Neeya to try to comfort each other.

      Woo approached the rope ladder, looked up and saw no one. He slowly started up until he reached the top and peered over the deck, still seeing no sign of life. He slipped onto the deck as quietly as he could and tried to look inside through the steamed up, water covered glass of the portholes, but there was no movement.

      At this point the yacht shifted and Woo decided he must go in before he floated away leaving the two girls behind. Woo slowly walked down into the galley and could hear the storm outside letting up. Still, there was no one.

      Then he spotted it! Neeya’s trail had left black oily hand prints and foot prints as she came from the rear of the yacht. Woo slowly turned his focus to that area and started to head back there. He could see there must have been some kind of a struggle for there were oily hand and foot prints everywhere even on the walls. ‘She must have put up quite a struggle, but slipped away’ Woo thought.

      For the first time, Woo could see that the door that had always been closed was now ajar. He approached slowly and as he neared the door it felt like the floor was coming out from under him. He clenched a teak hand railing to balance him and clung to the wall. It was only Neeya’s oil on the floor he had slipped in.

      Suddenly there was a sound, a tapping, a squeak, and then more tapping on the side of the yacht. ‘It must be Woohoo coming up the ladder,’ Woo thought, as he gave the side of the yacht where the sound was coming from a dirty look. ‘Well, it’s now or never,’ he thought as he took in a deep breath and slowly let it out.

      The floor, covered in Neeya’s oil, made it perilous to keep going and Woo had to hold onto the sides. The door opened easily and Woo tried to look in but it was very dark. As he waited for his eyes to adjust, he caught a glimpse of some movement in the small room. Trying to prepare for whatever it was, he could hear the thunderous approach of not only Woo, but Neeya as well. Their whispered conversation could be heard from one end of the yacht to the other.

      Off in the distance a flash of lightning from the fading storm filled the small room with enough light for Woo to see. There before him were the mummified remains of a man leaning on the port side resting on one of the ribs of the yacht.

      Woo studied the man and wondered how he could have ended up in such a place. For that matter, how did this yacht get here in the first place? However it happened, Neeya’s man was not going to hurt anyone.

      Woo then heard the steps creak under the weight of Woohoo. He turned to see her gently stepping slowly on her way down the ladder to the galley. He decided to have some fun and slipped into the back room feeling the slime under his feet, knowing he could lose his footing so he held firmly to the side.

      There he studied Woohoo’s approach, soon followed up by Neeya who seemed to be narrating their every step. There in the darkness he waited as the two looked for him. The better part of his body was hidden behind the doorway leaving only a part of his right side exposed. His head, arm and shoulder remained motionless and his eyes were fixed on the two groping around. Neeya, pointing the way to the back where she saw the man, directed them toward Woo.

      As they approached, Neeya pointed on the floor to the oil and they grabbed onto the sides. It was then that Woohoo spotted Woo’s eyes staring back at her and she jumped and let out a little squeal as she grabbed Neeya’s arm. This caused Neeya to let out a full-blown scream as she slipped on the oil and fell to the floor dragging Woohoo down with her crashing on the floor.

      Woo, not moving, was amused at the two of them as they tried to slide away from him. It was then Woohoo saw it was Woo and immediately started to scold him for scaring her.

      I firmly told you both to stay down there, Woo declared.

      We were going to drown, blurted out Neeya.

      Slowly, as they talked, Woo moved his left hand out into view as though someone was about to grab him and Neeya let out a another blood curdling scream. AAAAAAAA! Woo pulled himself back behind the doorway and pretended to be struggling. Woohoo and Neeya were trying to get up and help Woo, when he stopped, came out and stood over them still holding onto the sides of the doorway.

      When Woohoo saw he was fine, she stopped trying to help him. She then looked at Neeya and then at herself and realized they too were completely covered in Neeya’s oil. In disgust, she glared up at Woo, Well did you find anyone?

      Yes.

      Woohoo and Neeya became wide-eyed at that and pushed themselves away from the door.

      And he is standing right behind me. Woo stepped out of the doorway holding onto the walls and trying not to step on the girls who were still on the floor.

      See for yourself. he said, pointing inside. Don’t worry. He won’t hurt you.

      Neeya clung to Woo and pulled back to the safety of the wall near Woo as Woohoo tried to look in. I don’t see a thing, she remarked. Suddenly the sun came out through a hole in the clouds, sending light into the small room and the dead man’s eyes stared back at Woohoo and she let out another little squeal. At the same time the yacht shifted more upright, which was good.

      Woo, looking down at the two of them, offered his explanation, "He must be the owner. There must have been a storm that brought him and his boat here. I guess his heart gave out and he died right there and for years he stayed in that back room and simply dried out from the summer heat, like you see him now. Woohoo got to her feet and approached the doorway trying to see better.

      Be careful Woohoo. Back there under that oil there is a hole I felt with my toes, Woo warned. Now back to him, we can’t just leave him there.

      No, we must do the right thing, Woohoo agreed, as she studied him closer.

      But first, I want to see what’s going on outside, Woo said. You two pull him out and wrap him in something and bring him outside. Woo then

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