Translation in english of the story "A Ilha"

The Island


My name is Robert and one of my bigger pleasures is to sail. Once I invited
Carlos, an infancy friend, to sail and he accepted. We left about  9 a.m.,
in my proper boat. We sail for about 2 hours, but, without perceiving, we
moved away excessively from the margin and badly could see the beach where
we leave. In that day the sea was rebels, and would be hard to come back.
We could not see nothing beyond water all sides and I forgot my compassing.
We were lost. We passed some time thinking about what to do when we saw an
island.far away. Our provisionses already were over, so, as the sea was a
little calmer, we were in route it. There arriving we brought alongside the
boat and we decide to get in the jungle and look for something to eat.
After some minutes walking we found something that left us impressed. There
was a specie of aboriginal village there, however, with two details that
differentiated it of a normal tribe: one of them is that it was all
composite for women. Women of all the types and etnias, whites, blacks,
blond, etc. The second and more impressive particularitity was that they
were all enormous, with extremely muscular bodies, that could jam us with
one arm. We were still admirated when we felt that someone grasped us for
backwards. One of the women saw us, approached and lifted us without
demonstrating the lesser effort (me and Carlos together weigh around 170
kgs), and was loading us inside the village. We start to debate us so that
in she released us, to what she answered with a light squeeze that seemed
that would break our bones. We decide, for our good, to wait and see where
she was taking us . In little time we arrive in the presence of a woman who
seemed to be the leader of the village. She was very beautiful, and was
bigger and stronger than all the others (if it was possible). She explained
us that in that island the men served only for procreation and as enslaved,
and the children, if were born men, would have the same destiny then the
others, but if they were women, they would be trained since early age as
them all had been. She also said that our destiny would be as of the other
men, except if we could superbake the challenge she would propose. We would
have about 30 minutes walking for the village and choosing each one a woman
to fight in a combat without weapons. The victory would mean the freedom,
the defeat, the perpetual slavery. We accept and we leave in our search,
that didn't seem to be good, therefore each  those women was probably
stronger than 6 or 7 men together .We were already thinking in accept our
destiny without having to pass for a fight without victory possibilities,
when a vision fulled us of hope. Two girls of, in the maximum, 16 years,
talked gladly far away. They used clothes that covered almost their full
bodies, but we could perceive that they were a bit fats, a little stronger
than girls of their ages, but nothing that  could cause us great problems.
We direct our decision to the leader of the village, who said that the
fight would be in the following day. We were led to a hut where we ate and
slept, and we would be fine in the following day. Two women had been taking
care of us, so that we did not run away, but we didn't even cogitate this
possibility, so certain that we were of our victory.


...


In the following day I was led by one of them until a specie of arena,
where the fight would occur. There was much agitation and some women were
around to attend the event. The woman who brought me explained that Carlos
was led to another arena, a little distant of mine. She also said that
events as that one were rare, therefore so much movement. I asked if some
man already had profit and she answered that never. I told her, with much
confidence, that  this time would be different, and she answered with a
laugh. That disdain let me with so much anger that I almost started a fight
with here right there. I contained myself, cause  she was much bigger and
stronger then me, but I promised that it would deduct in my young
challenger. . And there i was, in the arena, in front of my challenger and
with all the women around against me. I started to feel mercy of her, after
all, I had more than the double of its age and decided not to hurt her a
lot. The fight went to start and she took off the clothes that was using,
leaving me terrified. She was extremely strong, and not only fat, as I had
thought. She had a very muscular body. I had never seen someone so strong
(except, of course, for that island), not even men. She should have 3 times
my size. She used very small clothes, that covered only the close parts.
The fight started and she came walking in my direction. As I did not have
alternative, I also went to fight, knowing about my almost null
possibilities. We grab each other and I tried to push her behind, without
sucess. In a little time and with much easiness she passed the arms around
mine, hugged me, almost breaking my bones and throw me behind. The crowd
that attended vibrated, and I was in the soil, with the body in pain of the
squeeze, while she looked at me, as if she was asking: "Is it over?". I
decided to continue and ran in its route, but she quickly held my neck with
one of her hands and lifted me. I was hung by the neck almost without air,
and she wasn't demonstrating to effort some. I was geting red when she
throw me behind. I was  in the soil when she said:


-"So you thought that, as i'm a a young girl, you would be successful
easily, right?But all the men who come  here  choose me thinking the same
thing, and I always finish them, and with you it won't be be different.
However, I think I will give you a chance. Come on, try to beat me. I won't
 react."


She got stoped , waiting an attitude. Well, that was my possibility, and I
went close to her. I congregated my forces and  gave her a punch. I beat
well in the belly. She didn't even move and I cried out of pain. It seemed
that I had broken all the fingers of the hand. She and all the others women
that were attending started to laugh at me, leaving me humiliated. That let
me furious, in mode that I hugged her and  started to press  with force.
She had no reaction, saying, with debauch air:


-"Wow, how strong you are. You are killing me. Let me try."


And pressed me with as much violence that I started to cry out of pain,
while felt  my bones almost being broken. I started to beg for mercy, so
that she didn't kill me. She freed me, saying:


 -"Sorry, but the show must go on. "


With these words the slaughter started. punches, kicks, and all kind of
physical aggression, and also psychological, therefore at the same time she
beat me, she also insulted me, calling me weak, needy, idiot, among others
things. And the interesting thing was that she beat strong enough  to cause
pain, but weak enough so that I was not knocked-out, keeping me
conscientious, cause she wanted that I felt  everything, what showed a
sadist side in that almost infantile face. In the end of that I was
finished, with marks for the whole body, and did not have forces even stand
up, while she did not seem to have even sweated. she lifted me to take me
to the cell of the men, but before she would take me to see as my friend
was going. When we arrive in the other arena I only had time to see the
other girl (so strong as another one, as I already had imagined) giving a
punch in Carlos that throw him far and let him unconscious. He was taken to
the cell, as well as I. There were men and boys in that prision, but we
could not continue there. We had to scape.



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