It was a weekday, which meant loads of homework after
a full day of Neoschool for Krawker_oth, as well as heading to bed early that
night. However, the sun brilliantly shined overhead and there wasn't a cloud
in sight, the atmosphere enjoyably warm and the feel of the spring air crisp
was on the surface his skin. Due to these several factors, the Krawk was secretively
on his way to the ocean near Mystery Isle to enjoy the thought of being alone
for a while, which would allow him to enjoy his favorite thing of all: swimming!
Traveling to his destination was quite easy since
the weather outside made time seem as if it would never end. With his claws
patting in a rhythmic beat on the surface of the cemented pathway below, Krawker
exclaimed, "A day at the beach is going to be great! I'll be able to clear my
mind of some things and get some exercise.."
The Neopet exaggerated a little, as usual, thinking
that the small amount of work he had to do in a day was life threatening, however
Krawker became relaxed all the same. Since he was born, Krawker_oth loved swimming,
he was able to explore a side of him that he loved to feel -- a sensation that
he received from only being submerged in the water was quite relaxing to him
and he often liked to experience this due to the joy it brought forth.
At last! After a few minutes of excited travel
on claw, Krawker found himself at the shore of his favorite body of water that
gracefully lapped upon the edges of the rather large island. He moved forwards,
allowing the cool components to relieve the lower portion of his stubby limbs.
There wasn't much need for words at this point.
Blissfully the Krawk removed the cap from his head, and splashed right into
the water. He felt a sudden surge of energy, as he often did while swimming,
and began to flop around crazily on his back, and continued to dive under the
surface. After a few seconds, Krawker would tiredly resurface, only to charge
himself back up again, similar to a battery, and then continue his routine over
and over again. For this young Neopet - it was quite fun! However, for the average
Neopian, the process could easily become boring, not to mention tiring.
Fortunately, something happened to make this
ordinary visit to the beach quite interesting.
As Krawker swam beneath the water, he closed
his eyes while envisioning himself as a super Krawk, flying in the sky while
wearing a pair of black spandex that were quite charming, in his view. For the
second time within the month, a strange sort of hallucination overcame Krawker.
Except this time, he was present within ocean water. He felt lightheaded while
lying underneath the water, and constantly drifted in and out of consciousness
every few moments. As before, Krawker felt as if what was happening in his dream
was a reality, or would become one, soon..
Krawker found himself in a small, rugged sailboat
-- most likely made from some sort of metal, tinted a white color, although
now it was graced with a coat of disgusting rust here and there. The wind carried
the boat in the direction of the setting sun - out farther and farther from
the shore of the sea, out to face whatever treacherous obstacles ahead.
Krawker, of course, found himself rather frightened
by the whole thing and began to squawk surprisingly at his sudden change of
occupation, and scenery as well. He didn't expect to be hauled along the ocean
by some unknown force at full speed, when all he wanted to do was get a swim
at Mystery Isle. However, the Krawk found that he had had an experience similar
to this before, and hoped that the "dream" would be over soon enough.
"This is just ridiculous," Krawker_oth proclaimed
with an exasperated hint within his youthful voice, while peering around at
where he was. The sky was eerily painted with a lime green color, storm clouds
gathering overhead. The palm trees that could still be seen behind the moving
boat swayed angrily, sending bits of leaves sending in every which way.
The ride was soon over. The boat suddenly halted
in its sailing tracks. Krawker released a gasp of relief as he clung to the
side of the boat, looking at the surface of the water below. "Now, maybe I can
find a way outta here. I just can't seem to figure out why I keep having these
He'd apparently spoken too soon for another eccentric
event began to take place. The sailboat's rusty bottom began to slowly drop
into the water, as if sinking, except no evidence of this happening was visible.
The mechanical device continued to sink almost blissfully, with the screaming
Krawker clinging to its side, until it was completely submerged.
Krawker found that he could breathe while underwater
again, in this same vulnerable as he was in before. His black eyes widened to
their fullest positioning as he peered around. Nothing was to be seen. A few
strands of seaweed randomly drifted here and there, other then that, not much
Now, how am I supposed to get back onto the
shore? Krawker wondered while squinting his eyes as the salty water helped
itself into his gaze. While thinking to himself, the sailboat began to dive
further downward, as it had did in his past dream, but this time with extreme
force and a track that went directly towards the bottom of the ocean with a
Unable to find the strength to speak, Krawker
simply held onto the side of the boat. After a five-minute drive, the boat stopped,
and floated aimlessly around a large hole in the water. Krawker gasped, and
peered with interest towards what seemed to be a pit, thousands upon thousands
of perfectly rounded bubbles drifting upwards from below.
"Wha--?" he inquired while observing the scenery
around him. Where in Neopia would a bubbling pit be located? All of the strings
of bubbles blissfully followed the same pattern, rising into the air and then
popping, to be followed by a dozen more. When everything seemed perfectly normal,
the fishing boat steered itself towards the edge of the pit. There, in the dense
layer of seaweed, lied the most unfamiliar creature Krawker had ever seen in
his whole entire life. A green, slimy creature floated upwards among the bubbling
mass of water, with glowing yellow eyes and Cobrall-like tentacles. It grinned,
the thick hair-like structures atop its green head covering most of its face.
"Wait a minute! What exactly are you?" Krawker
asked, trying to reach out for the slimy creature. In return, the green being
simply smiled and dived back into the bubbling pit. The Krawk wined as a large
surge of curiosity prodded at his swirling stomach.
As if on queue, the boat steered itself away
from the pit, and began to ascend towards the surface of the water.
When Krawker reached the surface, or rather awoke
from his consciousness, he was embedded under a thin layer of sand.
A dream? Again?