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32 - Flight of the Bumblebee
🕑 Added 2023-10-23 11:49:35 +0000 UTCFive weeks earlier, in a land far to the northeast of Tropica, a lone bumblebee followed a terrific scent.
He had recently reached maturity, meaning it was time for him to attract a mate by creating every male honeybee’s magnum opus—royal jelly. Not that he was aware of this; he was a bumblebee. What he was aware of, however, was that he had an instinctive desire to create the sweetest royal jelly that there ever was. Such an act would broadcast his virility and attract potential queens.
While this species of bumblebee could create their own honey, it was a laborious process of making honey to sustain oneself, while only setting a small portion aside for the royal jelly. So, when the lone bumblebee caught the scent of fresh honey in the air—a fuel source he could use to make his queen-attracting goo—it was only natural that he went to steal some.
His instincts told him to prepare for a fight; for honey to be exposed to the air meant that something large had broken into a hive. Despite his size, the bumblebee was agile, and he could utilize that speed to requisition some precious honey for his royal-jelly endeavors.
As he reached the source of the smell, the bumblebee paused and scanned his surroundings—there was no movement, neither predator nor bee. A series of containers sat within an open crate, and an unmistakably viscous liquid dripped down their sides.
Honey.
The bumblebee darted forward, landed on one of the golden trails, and began its feast.
Suddenly, there was movement from above as something large enough to occupy the entire sky appeared. The bumblebee tried to take flight, tried to flee, but his legs got caught in the honey for just long enough to seal its fate. It bumped into the sky-obscuring object and spiraled down to fall amongst the jars.
Darkness engulfed the prison he found himself in.
***
A mercenary captain scanned the surrounding faces as his client checked the last crate loaded onto his wagon by a well-dressed merchant. He had five subordinates with him: four veterans and a fresh recruit.
“What do you think that one holds?” the recruit whispered.
“It’s honey,” another mercenary answered. “Worth its weight in gold, that stuff.”
“Wow…” The recruit’s voice was filled with wonder. “The king’s coffers are something else…”
“Eyes forward,” the captain growled, gazing at the pedestrians traversing the street.
Each mercenary snapped to attention and made themselves busy, recognizing the threat of discipline in his voice.
***
The recruit, having been sufficiently chastised, made sure to cast a suitably suspicious gaze over the capital’s citizens as they passed by. Many of them looked at the cart and guards with curiosity, but upon seeing the butt-chewing, rock-splitting expression on his captain’s face, all averted their eyes.
The form of a plump yet nimble insect caught his attention, and he cocked his head, watching a bumblebee make a beeline for the open crate. He smiled at his wordplay, but then the client—who his captain had repeatedly insisted was someone rather important in the royal retinue, picked up the crate’s lid and set it down, sealing the bumblebee inside.
“Wait!” the recruit said, taking a step forward.
In the blink of an eye, four swords were drawn. The captain’s body grew tense, and the sea of passing faces froze.
“Report!” the captain roared, glancing at the recruit for a fraction of a second before turning to scan his surroundings.
The recruit winced.
“There was a bumblebee in the crate when it was sealed. It won’t survive the trip—our client is going overse...” he trailed off as he recalled at the last possible moment that the client’s overseas destination was a secret. He flicked a glance at the ocean of citizens watching before returning his attention to the client and his captain—both of their faces turned murderous, and the latter grabbed him by the collar.
“Stand down,” he ordered the others, then pulled the recruit aside.
“Keep moving, everyone,” another mercenary yelled to the crowd of onlookers. “There’s nothing to see.”
The captain shoved the recruit beside the cart, where nobody else could hear.
“One more mistake, recruit, and you’re out. I won’t have you jeopardizing our lucrative contracts with the crown.” He pointed at the hammer and pile of nails that had been used to seal each crate after the client approved their contents. “Nail the lid in place and return to your post.”
“Yes, sir.”
He grabbed the hammer and a nail.
“Sorry, friend,” he said under his breath to the bumblebee as he hammered the first nail home.
***
With each passing day, the bumblebee grew more agitated.
Most weren’t aware that bees—including this species of bumblebee—had an endogenous clock independent of its environment. Well, the bumblebee wasn’t aware of that fact either—it was a bee—but it was aware of the passing of time despite the lack of light. Each day within the place of darkness made a sense of urgency grow within the insect, pushing it to find a way out. No matter how much it chewed at the walls of its prison, however, the hardwood didn’t give way before its small but powerful mandibles.
The world itself continually shifted, sometimes causing the jars to clank together softly. One day, after a couple weeks of confinement, the movement became unbearable. The jars bouncing together in the confined space made such a loud noise that the bumblebee became completely overwhelmed by the cacophony.
The only break in the monotony of continuous black was immediately after a two-day span of violent shaking. There was a creaking noise, and the lid to his prison came free. If the bumblebee had been well, it could have easily escaped. Instead, it merely lay at the bottom of the crate, its nervous system too overburdened to move.
Odd-tasting air flowed into the crate, cool and thick with salt. The head of a giant peered down, and after moving some jars around, the lid was returned, and darkness came with it.
The only consolation to his confinement was the delicious honey—even that small reprieve also vexed the bumblebee, however. He had a treasure trove of resources with which to craft royal jelly, yet no suitable hole to build a hive in. If the denizens of the world were aware of the bumblebee’s plight, those with a shred of decency would unequivocally agree that it was, as the common folk would say, a bunch of bullshit. Alas, the bumblebee was alone, and there were no gods left to witness his predicament.
When his faculties returned, the bumblebee flew up to a jar and vibrated his wings in annoyance as he drank deep of the sweet honey dripping down its side.
***
When its prison opened again weeks later, the bumblebee was ready.
No amount of honey was worth the threat of continued confinement, and the second the lid made a creaking noise, it prepared for flight. Light streamed in through a tiny crack—the bumblebee darted through it and out into the sun’s rays.
He immediately flew headlong into something gigantic.
***
The man’s legs trembled—he’d been at sea for much longer than expected.
“Damned Zeus and his storms,” he muttered, sitting down on a crate and massaging his knees.
He’d dragged his sloop up onto the beach and started unloading the contents. It was a slow endeavor without his land legs. After a brief rest, he looked down at the crate he sat upon. It was made of a dark, reinforced hardwood, and its contents were the most expensive of all his cargo. He’d checked it after the storm, ensuring none of the honey jars had broken—thankfully, they’d survived the tempest.
“I suppose I should check it again...”
He went searching in the sloop for his crowbar, and as soon as he returned, he forced it into the crack between crate and lid. He pushed down on the bar, and nails creaked as the lid came free. The moment it did, something came flying out. He leaned back instinctively as a bumblebee—a damned bumblebee—bumped into him, then fell backward onto the sand. He rolled over, watching his yellow and black assailant as it flew for the trees.
He shook his head, and all he could do was laugh.
“Brought low by an insect—what would my master say?”
He got back to his feet and brushed sand from his leathers. He didn’t know how long it would take his contact to arrive, so he’d need to set up a camp and get his wares out of the weather.
He resumed unloading crates.
***
The bumblebee’s exuberance at freedom was swiftly diminishing as he flew from flower to flower.
There was something wrong with the nectar here.
No matter how much nectar and pollen he fed on, his hunger was never satiated. He tried flowers of every color and variety, yet each time, the result was the same. After three days of traveling, he began to grow weary. His usually rapid speed slowed as his body went into maintenance mode. All the while, he tried every new flower, hoping one of them would alleviate his starvation.
***
Over a week after regaining his freedom, he was sluggishly droning beneath the forest’s canopy when he caught the scent of his salvation. At first, the smell was but a whisper on the breeze, but after only minutes of searching, the taste in the air was undeniable.
He had once more found honey.
He trailed its scent, getting closer and closer with every wingbeat, eventually coming to an unguarded hole. The bumblebee landed far from the opening and walked forward silently, not wishing to alert any defenders of his presence. The opening was large, and he crawled inside, his wings twitching from anticipation.
He didn’t have far to travel before finding the life-saving goo; mere seconds from the surface, he came across the hive. It was tiny, consisting of only five chambers, but that was more than enough to replenish his energy. As the bumblebee raced forward to the undefended gold, he came face to face with death.
A wasp, even larger than the rotund body of the bumblebee, stared at the intruder with compound eyes. Before the bee had a chance to react, the wasp’s wings buzzed in alarm. The bumblebee turned and fled. He had to escape the hole, had to get back to the canopy of the forest before he was swarmed.
Just as the entrance came into view, the first defender arrived.
A wasp zipped inside, the beat of its wings making a low drone, relaying the alarm to any surrounding wasps. With its mandibles open and legs spread wide, the wasp attacked. The bumblebee tapped into its reserves and took flight; he slammed into the approaching insect. Barbed legs grabbed at him, but he tore free and continued out into the open air—just in time for the rest of the defenders to arrive.
Too many wasps to count had come in defense of their hive, and each of them lunged. Barbed feet grasped, mandibles closed, and stingers lashed out. His speed slowed as countless wasps attempted to engulf him. The bumblebee’s striped body was a blur as he twisted and spun in response, doing everything he could to get away. Just as he made it through the tangle, his flight hitched to the side.
There was a tear in his right wing, and now that he was past the cloud of wasps, pain coursed through his entire body from myriad scratches and punctures. His hunger forgotten, the bumblebee fled.
***
With each passing day, the bumblebee grew more delirious. Scholars could spend days, weeks, and possibly even years arguing whether it was possible for an insect to be beset by delirium—unfortunately for the bumblebee, the opinions of scholarly nay-sayers didn’t alleviate his condition.
A wasp’s venom coursed through his circulatory system where a stinger had punctured his side, and given that he hadn’t eaten anything he could properly digest in weeks, his body hadn’t had the chance to cleanse it. With a halting, almost-drunken flight, the bumblebee flew in no particular direction. Lacking a sense of time and space, the bumblebee followed his basic instincts, continuing to move despite the carnage wrought within and without his body.
An unknowable amount of time later, something pierced through the bumblebee’s delirium. A scent, as sweet as it was familiar, called out to him.
He bobbed along beneath the canopy, slowly but surely heading the call.
Comments
Eidetic Eidolon
I feel like you guys are missing the point. There is a sailing trade ship. Somewhere out there is honest to god civilization. But yeah, all I can think is that the pollen isn't compatible with the bee because he is too far from home?
BelligerentGnu
My only question is, why did the nectar stop being nutritious? Was there something magical about the honey? That said, Bee Friend!
