Just a thought! A young Blk man wins a trip, a pilgrimage to the African slave port cities. A chance to trace some mythic roots, some sun and fun. He went on a fishing boat off the coast of slave coast and his host talked him into scuba diving. Found a cave (of course), full of bones, reached down to touch. The anguish of a thousand souls filled his brain, blacked out, awoke in chains aboard the fishing boat. They tried everything to cut off the chains. Finally he raised the chains above his head and cried out. The sound of a thousand souls filled his brain again, the chains vanished, the shackles remained yet glowing with power to set things aright. When he needs to summon the power of the ancestors the shackles appear, if he needs an extra boost the chain transforms into shield, throwing sticks, bolos, blow darts, spear and chains to bind.
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