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Whoooo are yooou..? It asks in a sad and echo-like tone. You try to answer, but realize your helmet keeps it from hearing you. It doesn't seem to mind that you can't be heard, or even notices for that matter. Light shimmers down from above on the jetsam and illuminates something on its head. You begin to realize that this jetsam has a harpoon impaled through its head and that it must be a ghost. Your heart begins to beat faster and faster as the dead jetsam circles around you.
You are the first to stay so long underwater with me... I have a memory I would like to share with you...
As much as you'd like to say 'no' and pull on the rope connecting you to the boat, you remain where you are in fear that this jetsam might react badly if you do.
Many centuries ago, people took part in a 'sport' called Samming. In this event, vessels filled with at least a dozen fishermen would set out to sea and hunt Flotsam and Jetsam because their meat were one of the more sought after delicacies in the world.
School of Flotsam and Jetsam were stalked until one ventured too far and became an easy target. The fishermen would load up a metal jagged spear and fire it at the staggering creature.
If the target was hit, the fishermen would reel it in and store it away for when they return to land to sell it to a butcher.
I was still young when my school was soon stalked. I remember noticing fellow Jetsam disappearing and whenever I asked about them, everyone would say The less you know, the better.
Because no one would tell me what was happening, I had no way of knowing how to protect myself from these dreadful men.
One day, while my school was resting, I wandered off into the open water where I could find some fish where it was easy to see.. as well as easy to be seen. Little did I know there was a fishing boat only several hundred yards away from where I was.
I don't know how, but they spotted me and I heard the sound of a propeller stirring up the water. I turned to the sound of the direction and coming straight at me was a shining harpoon. I tried to turn away, but I wasn't quick enough and the harpoon struck me on the side of the head. Oddly enough, this harpoon was not fastened to a rope or wire and the fishermen were not able to pull me in, so my body sank to the bottom on the sea floor.
No one was able to do anything to help me so they fled for their own safety and let my body wear away and become food for the bottom feeders. My body maybe gone, but my spirit still wanders the open sea for any sign of my school...
Name: Camiot (Cam-ee-oht)
Nickname: Cam
D.O.B.: 20th day of Collecting, Y9
Gender: Female
Age: 18443
Human Age: 137
Length: 5' 3"
Weight: 231 lbs
Species: Jetsam
Color: Ghost
Markings: Dark stripe down back, dark tipped fins, harpoon impaled in head
Eye Color: Pale red
Originated From: Somewhere in the Neopian sea
Love: None
It's been too long. I can't remember anything I was fond of or anything I didn't like.
But I do remember loving my school and hating harpoons.
Kegawa
She likes to swim and dive...
Tibbun
He is a baby worm...
Tomello
He makes.. candies of some sort...
Bozidara
She too lives in water.. hm...
Name: Trep
Gender: Male
Special Traits: None
A rather mindless eating machine, this little fellow seems to follow he around wherever I venture off to...
You laugh on the inside, thinking the arkmite only does so because Camiot leaves a trail of blood wherever she goes.
Camiot spies something on the surface and finally stops circling around you. A... a boat... She quickly turns and swims away, kicking up a bunch of sand. Once it clears you look down and see a shiny dubloon coin and smile.
Well, I learned a tidbit of the past and I got what I came down here for...
Counter Started: 11/8/08
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