Saturday 8 March 2014

250 Words: The Merlion (Part Six)

The Merlion sank quickly under the water and swam onwards, hoping the boy had composed himself enough to continue the use of his snorkel.

The pirate who’d hollered down to the sea searched its surface for the instigator of the sound looking for this invader of pirate waters.  

All he saw, however, were the ripples created by the Merlion’s dive.  Seeing nothing just below the surface under or near the ripples, and not knowing about the Merlion’s new state, the pirate simply shrugged his shoulders, convinced it must have been some sea creature he was ignorant of and turned away from the ship’s side missing the Merlion re-surface in the distance.

Upon breaking the surface, the Merlion checked the boy was fine and finding him unharmed (though a little shaken) he swam onwards and away from the pirate-occupied zone around Singapore.

The rest of the journey passed with little incident.  The pair travelled by day, the boy resting on beaches each night, slowly making his way through the rations his father had packed.

Eventually they reached the island marked on the map as their destination.  Its coastline was made entirely of high cliffs apart from the small beach where the zookeeper’s expedition had found refuge.  Due surely to the results of that visit, however, the river that had previously been available to journey inland had been damned and the riverbed was now part of a thick impenetrable jungle.

The pair rested from their journey wondering what they would do next.

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