you begin to drown
A weathered hand reaches down and pulls you into a batthered fishing
boat. You faint.
When you wake up a thousand years seems to have elapsed. You feel
tiny and alone on the deep blue see far from land. You are startles
by a high pitched cackle.
"So you've awoken now have you? Well then, goodmorning to you.
Here have a drink."
You turn and find yourself face to face with an ancient old man with a
grizzled beard and careworn face. He hands you a coconut shell full
of water. Your parched throat yearns for water and you eagerly drink.
"Not to fast now ducky, wouldn't want you to get a stomach ache,
now would we?" the raspy voice startles you again. You feel
ashamed, seeing how much of the precious water you have spilled all
over your shirt and into the boat.
"Aye ducky, we seem to have a little problem now don't we? No
more beautiful city, death all around... Oh! I seem to have found
something that belongs to you." Once again his hand reaches out
and in its palm lays the amulet that led you here and to this man.
The cold water envelopes you. It enters your mouth, nose, and ears as
you frantically swim to save yourself. You find yourself surrounded
by other frantic people and their livestock, pieces of wood, books,
and food.
