Title: Five Weeks Over Africa
Phileas Fogg reclined peacefully at the Gentlemen's
Club. He enjoyed coming there, but he wanted to be left alone.
As he sat there enjoying his brandy, Phileas' eyes
drifted to the doorway. Walter Andrews, who was the president of the Royal
Geographic Society, was standing there with his eyes surveying the room until
they rested on Phileas. There was no where to run and no where to hide.
Andrews was heading straight for him.
"Fogg, fancy meeting you here. Are you
still flying in your little toy air ship?" Phileas felt himself
getting angry. He always hated this man.
"It is not a toy, sir, it is a quite worthy
craft. Would you care to go for a spin?"
They were flying through a mountainous region at Phileas'
request. Phileas had also instructed Passepartout to give Mr. Andrews
quite a show. Passepartout understood and began weaving in and out among
the precarious peaks. Phileas sat perfectly motionless in the careening
craft, quietly sipping his brandy while Walter Andrews was a horrendous
shade of green.
When they landed, Phileas asked Andrews how he enjoyed
"You bastard." Phileas was enjoying this
way too much.
"My little toy craft kept you alive Andrews."
"You think you're so smug, Fogg. Why don't we
make a little wager. You don't use you're flying machine for anything
useful. Why don't you use it to explore Africa?" Phileas
brightened and flashed a smile.
"That sounds like quite an adventure - that I'd
like to endeavor."
Andrews, who had not expected him to take the
wager, looked beaten.
So, a wager was made and the course was set. Their
first stop would be Zanzibar where they would pick up young Jules Verne. When
they arrived, Passepartout was sent to pick up Verne while the rest of the
party went to the British consulate.
As Verne arrived in the marketplace, he saw
the slave traders selling their slaves. He felt disgust as he watched the
sullen looks on the faces of the people being sold. The whole scene was
very distasteful to him. He saw a young woman being paraded around on the
slave block, and it made him sick. When the woman began to protest
and fight, he didn't know what got into him. He ran up onto the block,
grabbed the girl who looked upon him as her savior, and ran for his life.
Of course, the slave traders were not very happy
about this latest turn of events and so the crowd turned into a very unfriendly
Jules was still pondering his reasons for having done
this seemingly horrendous deed as they ran from the marketplace.
In his flight, he ran right into Passepartout who had been sent to find him as
well as get supplies.
As they stood there talking, Jules barely got the
explanation out before Passepartout saw the angry mob approaching them from the
rear and turned to run himself.
They ran straight for the British consulate where
Phileas and the others had already arrived. They were surprised by the
news that Phileas had to tell them.
It seems that the Prime Minister was there with word
sent by Queen Victoria herself.
"There are slave traders that are trying to lay
claim to Western Africa. If they reach that area first, they will be
in control throughout that region and will perpetuate the hideous activity of
slavery. The Queen would like for you to beat them to the area and plant
the Union Jack." Phileas, who was not one for loyalty to one's
country of Queen, pondered the question intently. The Queen's errand did
not interfere with his wager with Andrews.
"How close are the slavers to reaching The
Niger?" He asked as he looked at the map. The Prime Minister
showed him the route on the map.
"They are about six weeks from the river."
Phileas contemplated once again.
"Then I shall have to reach the river in five
weeks." Phileas declared.
At that moment, they heard a great commotion coming from
outside. It was the angry mob. They had tracked them to the British
"You and your party had better leave through the
Phileas looked up to see Passepartout, Jules and a
native girl standing there. He only had a split second to realize that
they must have done something to cause to cause the angry mob to come after
them. He could only guess.
When they reached the Aurora, Phileas had an
opportunity to ask about the girl.
"I sort of rescued her from the slave
traders." Jules admitted.
Phileas, who was not politically for or against
slavery, spoke up.
"You must return her at once. We will have
all of Zanzibar down upon us." He was definitely angry, but the
woman was even angrier.
"Who will take Macua?" she asked of the
gentlemen and eyed Rebecca suspiciously.
"Excuse me, what's that you say?" Phileas
was surprised that she could speak English and that she spoke so freely.
"I say, who own Macua now?" She
again looked from one gentleman to another.
"Young lady, owning people is a most
distasteful business. That's precisely why I rescued. . ."
The woman then directed her attention to Jules.
"So, you save Macua, you own now." The
others looked somewhat amused.
"Uh, no, I'm afraid I don't own you." She
went from one gentleman to the next asking if they were her new owner. Each
of them declined.
"Fine. Macua will be on her own then."
She turned as if to walk away. The others made ready to load the
"Young Verne, you cannot go around simply
freeing everyone in sight. We are strangers here. We don't know how
things work here." In the middle of Phileas' scolding, the mob
again made it's appearance. The adventurers hurried to get the rest of the
supplies stowed and then prepared to leave.
They had fair weather from Zanzibar to Ethiopia. In
Ethiopia, they weighed anchor.
Passepartout served dinner under the stars. There
was a table and real china, linen napkins and candles. Phileas
wanted things to be as civilized as possible.
They sat enjoying their meal as Passepartout served. As
they spoke of the upcoming mission, no one noticed when Phileas' chicken
"Verne, if you had wanted another piece of
chicken, I'm sure Passepartout would oblige. There is plenty you
Jules had no idea what Phileas was talking about and
didn't exactly know what to say. Passepartout came and served Phileas
another piece of chicken.
Rebecca was now speaking to Jules and no one noticed
when his wine glass was emptied and replaced.
"Don't you think you're drinking a little too
much, Jules?" Rebecca teased.
"What? Oh, but I haven't had any."
They all saw the hand that reached up and took the chicken from Jules'
"Gotcha." he said as he grabbed the arm.
It was Macua.
They all looked at her angrily.
"Macua decide to be on her own with
you." she stated cautiously.
"Well, we can't leave her here in the middle
of the jungle." Rebecca said sensibly.
So, it was decided. Macua would come with them.
Suddenly, the heard a crashing sound in the
bushes. Immediately, weapons were drawn and the adventuring party waited
to see who was about to attack them. It was a chimpanzee.
It was rather ridiculous seeing all of them armed to the
teeth with the baby chimp running helplessly around the camp. Rebecca
giggled at the sight.
The chimp ran straight to Passepartout who went
off in search of bananas.
Later that night, after everyone was in bed,
Passepartout was having coffee by the fire. It was this time that he
had to himself that he enjoyed the most.
"Excuse, can Macua sit?"
Passepartout looked up to find the beautiful Nubian
standing above him and offered her a seat. She took it.
"So, why you no want to own Macua?"
She asked pointedly. Passepartout was a little embarrassed by her
direct manner, tried to answer.
"Well, mademoiselle, it is not done. We
have different way." Macua seemed interested.
"How is it different? You no buy your
women?" Macua was very serious in asking this question.
"No, no we don't buy . . .well there's the presents
occasional . . . but buy, no, no . . ." The part about buying
presents proved to confuse Macua even more.
"If you no buy and own, what do man and woman
do to show they belong?" Passepartout realized that he was way out of
his league here.
"Mademoiselle, it is not so. They marry. . .
man and woman marry."
Macua nodded. She understood this part.
"Yes, but what do they have to show that he
own her?" Passepartout was again trying to explain that the man does
not own the woman.
"They have a marriage license." Passepartout
though that he had explained it sufficiently.
"How much does license cost?" Passepartout
looked at her as if he had not heard her right.
"Cost? Uh, - a few pounds . . . I don't
know." Macua looked very self-satisfied.
"Hah! I go for thousands of your English
pounds." Passepartout was now very confused.
"I tell you what, you buy this license and I
will forget the rest of the money." Passepartout felt as if he had
been bamboozled, but he didn't know how.
"I go to bed now, you think about my
offer." She started to walk away, thought better of it and turned
back to kiss him solidly on the lips.
"That give you something to look forward for."
She said and walked away. Passepartout thought that maybe it
wouldn't be too bad.
Passepartout took his new buddy the chimp, whom he had
started calling Bon Bon, on guard duty. Passepartout let Bon
Bon carry the rifle. Suddenly, it began to rain.
"Come my little friend, we must be packing
up." Passepartout began packing up their things as the rain turned
into a full-blown storm. Phileas came out to check on things.
"Passepartout, as soon as we're packed up we
need to take the Aurora up above the storm." Passepartout
acknowledged this and continued to pack.
"Is everything alright?" Rebecca wanted
"Yes, Yes. We're going to take the Aurora
At that moment, Jules and Macua came out and they all
started helping Passepartout pack. In just a few minutes, everything was
packed and they were lifting off. They left just in time. The ground
beneath them was about to flood.
The Aurora got away
with no problems as she lifted high above the clouds. Passepartout
consulted the map as he continued them on their journey. He smiled as
Macua came up behind him and put her arms around him.
"We'll need to land soon. Passepartout, check
the map for a suitable place." said Jules, who was now flying
"We are coming to the city of Kazu."
It was decided. They would land at the city of
As the Aurora landed, a crowd of curious onlookers began
to gather. The band of adventurers were used to crowds like this.
But, this group of onlookers were bowing.
"What are they doing?" Rebecca
"They are bowing - to Master Jules.' Everyone
looked from the crowd back to Jules. They were indeed bowing to Verne.
One of the villagers came forward and began speaking.
Unlike Macua, these natives could not speak English. They
were, however, very surprised when Macua began to translate.
"You no tell Macua that you are Moon god."
She was eyeing Verne very suspiciously.
"I not - I'm not the Moon god." Macua
"That is quite a shame. They think that you
are Moon god because of the necklace and because you fly through sky."
Jules again prepared to deny knowing anything about before mentioned Moon
god. Macua stopped him.
"It's a shame cause if you not Moon god, they
will kill you."
Jules looked afraid.
"What? I haven't done anything."
"Well, you are wearing the necklace o the
Moon god. Where you get necklace if you no Moon god?" Macua was
again in his face looking at him closely.
"I bought it in the marketplace where I found
Macua wore an statement that meant, 'Oh."
another villager approached Jules and began speaking
"What is he saying, Macua?" Phileas
"They want Moon god to come and heal their king. What
you say Moon god?" Jules was still nervous.
"Well, let's at least go and see what's wrong with
their king. Rebecca said as she tried desperately not to laugh.
The group followed the man into what looked like a
throne room. There, on a pile of pillows, sat what they
assumed to be the king. He was looking somewhat less than royal. As
they approached him, they detected the distinct odor of alcohol.
"My word, the king is smashed!" Phileas
declared. The king was, indeed, out cold.
"Here is smelling sauce, Moon god."
Passepartout handed Jules a vile of smelling salts. Was it Jules'
imagination, or did Passepartout sound like Macua?
Jules placed the smelling salts under the king's nose.
He revived immediately. (Although, he was still quite
The adventurers were invited to stay for dinner. (They
were quite relieved that they were not the dinner.)
the food was exquisite. There was music and
dancing. The adventurers were having a wonderful time.
The king seemed to be showcasing different performers
from dancers to fire swallowers. The final act was not really an act;
it was a woman - a white woman.
Phileas stood in protest. This woman was obviously
being held prisoner. Macua spoke softly to Phileas.
"Sir, if you protest, we could be in
danger." Phileas slowly sat back down.
The king was obviously proud of his 'catch'. Macua
leaned over and whispered to Passepartout.
"It awfully funny he not get worked up when Macua
sold as slave."
Passepartout hated to admit it, but it was true.
Suddenly, there was a great commotion. The
villagers were talking excitedly among themselves and pointing toward the night
"Oh no." Macua whispered.
Then the king stood to his feet and began yelling at Jules.
"What? What is he saying?" Macua
rose slowly to leave pulling Passepartout with her.
"I think that we should go now. The king has
realized that the moon is rising. Can't have two moons out, can
The others took Macua's lead and they each stood slowly
and headed for the door.
"I'm not going to leave without her." Phileas
declared as he made his way to the platform. This new development gave the
others the distraction they needed to leave. Phileas was on his own.
Passepartout and Macua were the first to arrive at the
Aurora and they prepared for departure. Rebecca and Jules arrived next.
They could all hear the crowd of villagers approaching.
"Where are they?" Macua asked impatiently.
"We're not leaving without Fogg" Jules
As if on cue Phileas and the girl came into view.
"Let's get out of here!" He yelled as
they clambered into the Aurora.
As the adventurers continued their journey, Phileas
decided to find out some things about their mystery guest.
"I was kidnaped from a missionary compound. I've
been here for several months. I didn't think that I would ever get
out you're the first white people I've seen in months." Nothing she
could say could express how Emily Childs felt about he rescue or the rescuer.
Her admiration was not lost on the tall, good
looking Englishman. Phileas found himself quite smitten as well.
As they neared their destination, the Niger River, the
two ladies became interested in just what they would do when they got there.
"We're going to plant the British flag and claim
the area for England." Macaw was shocked.
"But, what about people who live there. Why they not own area. Why
should anyone own area?" Emily tried to quiet the girl. She had
learned in her short years not to meddle in the affairs of men, but this
girl was too outspoken for her own good.
"If I don't claim the area for England then the
slave traders will claim it." Macaw knew that this was not a good
"Well, what is a little going to do to stop the
slave traders?" Macaw asked.
"It is not my concern. I was told to
plant the flag. What happens after that is not my concern."
Emily looked at him with distaste.
"Surely you don't mean that." Phileas
tried to modify his previous statement.
"Well, her majesty is sending troops to hold the
area, but they couldn't get there in time. That's why they sent
me." Macua was still not satisfied, but she held her tongue -
As they reached the Niger River. They looked for
signs of the opposition.
"We'll camp here for the night. Passepartout,
you have the first watch."
After about an hour on the ground, Emily came to Phileas
with horrible news.
"Macua is missing." Passepartout
and Jules made a thorough search of the Aurora.
"She's right. Macua is gone." Passepartout
"We need to search for her." He made
ready to go out and search for her himself. Rebecca went to calm him.
"Passepartout, she looks as if she left on
her own." Passepartout stopped as he realized this . He was
Passepartout stood at the railing of the Aurora looking
out into the darkness. He had come to care for this outspoken young woman.
Rebecca, who felt sorry for the Frenchman, stood silently at
They were both shocked to see Macua walking out of the
night. She was not alone.
They watched as Macua and several natives came out
of the bush. Phileas had the weapons ready.
"Wait a minute. Let's see what they want."
Rebecca said to Phileas.
Macua stepped forward to explain to them what she had
"They have come to defend the land. This is
their land. They want to defend ."
Phileas understood now where this was going.
"Did you explain to them about the British soldiers
coming? I for them to do battle with them." Macua nodded.
"I explain. They only fight to keep the
Passepartout smiled. He was very proud of Macua.
That night, when everyone else was in bed, Macua
spoke to Passepartout.
"Macua only have one regret." She
watched Passepartout's face as she spoke.
"I stay here with them. I want to help."
Passepartout's eyes filled with tears. He should have
seen this coming.
"You've done a lot. So, you not think
that is enough?" He asked desperately.
Macua placed her hand on his shoulder.
Passepartout, I must do this - for my
people." She looked at him lovingly and kissed him sweetly on the
As the morning dawned, the group prepared to plant
the British flag. In that moment, a shot was heard.
"We're being fired upon." Rebecca
They all crouched down. The tribe of natives then
went into action. Several of them were wounded or killed, but
Phileas was able to plant the flag.
As they prepared to leave, Emily approached
"Mr. Fogg, I am staying here with Macua and
these people." This took Phileas totally by surprise. She noted
his surprise and continued.
"It's what I do. These people need my help.
I want to thank you again for rescuing me." She stood up on
tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek. Phileas took her into his arms
and kissed her properly.
"We are ready to lift off, Monsieur
Fogg." Passepartout, who had already said his goodbyes to Macua,
left Phileas and Emily alone.
Passepartout, who had so looked forward to this trip to
Africa, now left with a heavy heart. But, even so, he knew
that he would always have a friend here. he wouldn't worry about Macua,
she would be alright.
Bon Bon, who could no longer hold back her
feelings, gave Jules a big kiss on the cheek as she ran off into the jungle to
join a friend.
TITLE: 99 Red Balloons
You and I in a little toy shop
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got
Set them free at the break of dawn
'Til one by one they were gone
Back at base, bugs in the software
Flash the message, something's out there
Floating in the summer sky
Ninety-nine red balloons go by
Ninety-nine red balloons
Floating in the summer sky
Panic bells, it's red alert
There's something here from somewhere else
The war machine springs to life
Opens up one eager eye
Focusing it on the sky
Where ninety-nine red balloons go by
Ninety-nine Decision Street
Ninety-nine ministers meet
To worry, worry, super scurry
Call the troops out in a hurry
This is what we've waited for
This is it, boys, this is war
The President is on the line
As ninety-nine red balloons go by
Ninety-nine knights of the air
Ride super-high-tech jet fighters
Everyone's a superhero
Everyone's a Captain Kirk
With orders to identify
To clarify and classify
Scramble in the summer sky
As ninety-nine red balloons go by
As ninety-nine red balloons go by
Ninety-nine dreams I have had
And every one a red balloon
It's all over, and I'm standing pretty
In this dust that was a city
I could find a souvenir
Just to prove the world was here
And here is a red balloon
I think of you and let it go