This is Middle Ishmael. Here, the Afroasian, Turkic, and Austronesian nations are a superpower...as is the common god of Islam they often worship.


Ah, the Afro-Semitic seas... Many waves, they make... Many dreams, they inspire. For many, it's just a trade route. For a daring few, it's a passion.

Many beasts lurk beneath these waves. They might not call the Semitic seas home...but damn, if they don't seem to think they're the perfect hunting grounds.

In the open seas, the manta rays spread their fins, and "fly" like magic carpets, through the vast blue. Every now and then, they breach...doing flips as they do so. They're as big as magic carpets...if not bigger. They swing their long tails like whips, as they veer port and starboard.

Schools of barracudas endlessly cruise the open sea. They're prepared to snipe at any game that swims past...

Whitetip reef sharks are always on the prowl. They sometimes hunt in the shallows.

Across the sea, a small ship makes way. It flies no colors...but it was made by a Hamitic company.

Meet Sinan. He's a sailor. He's Herzegovinian...with a little Kosovar, Dhivehi, and Lucanian in him, too...in various traces. Around the clock, he squares away everything aboard this ship.

It's very dark out here, now. Even so, the weather could be worse. Meir doesn't mind so much the wind, as he does the rain.

Overhead, cormorants fly. They're on their way to the sandbars in the Gulf, to feed their chicks. They make noises, as they pass overhead.

On the poop deck, Sinan leans against the rail. Around him, the warm storms blow. They're strong. They inspire him...

From below, a harem chick in revealing white-and-gold attire ascends the ladder. Her feet are bare...as are most of her legs, arms, and back. She's an Arab with raven hair. She wears gold chains around her arms, and around parts of her legs.

Her name is Aaliyah. Meir's watching over her, in her capitalist family's absence.

She leans against the taffrail with him, and stares up into his eyes. She makes him feel nervous. She's dressed as a princess, and he's barely dressed as a sailor. Her smile is as ivory white as her attire, and she smells like a calla lily.

"We're a long way from home," he tells her. "There's nowhere quite like it."

"Normally, I wouldn't say so," she says. "But when I'm with you," she caresses his arm, "EVERYWHERE feels like home."

This...seems pointless. Sinan tries adding more spice to the conversation. "Why would you want to go home? All it ever does is bore you with what you already know."

"I don't need to know everything," she insists. She brushes off his chest, and tugs at his neck. There are SO many golden rings on her fingers. "I just need to know how you feel inside of me!"

"I don't think that's very..."

She embraces him, rolls over on the deck, sits atop him, and starts making out with him. She works her bare legs, as she does. She's in heat. Sinan can tell.

"Then again," he says, whenever he can breathe, "it IS very..."

Before he can finish, she gets serious with him. He has no idea why she'd want his cock so badly. It's hardly a giant among cocks...even if it does have a fire-imbued core...


Through a portal, they're being watched. The portal is lit, on the sides, by a pearly string of ivory light.

Just beneath the portal, there's a pool of water, that glows with ivory light. Rocks sit erected, from its surface. Fog rises from it, as its lights project the witch's visions.

At the poolside, the witch sits. She's in burgundy. She's ravenheaded, and Semitic. She watches the two lovebirds aboard the Trumpetfish, as they make passionate love.

She envies that little sailor...sexually. She longs for him to be hers. And he will be. All she's gotta do is find the right magical path to his ass.

Meet Rumina. She's a day witch. Her father was a day warlock in life. And he still is...in another reality, where he's been banished to. This reality is a hell...over which he is a malik. Sometimes, he comes over to the real world to visit his daughter...but he can never stay long.

Rumina watches through the portal much, as other younger, sweeter women prey on her little sailor. One day, it's going to end. One day, he'll be in Rumina's clutches. And when that happens, Rumina will NEVER let Sinan go.