Well, no matter how foolish I feel about the last entry I wrote, I must keep writing. Who knows how much rests on my shoulders?
My attempt at drowning myself clearly failed. Of course, it was good I tried, or I wouldn't have found out a lot of important things...
The morning after I wrote the last entry, I left the diary and the disk on my bed, and after shutting Lady Luck in my room so she couldn't follow me, I headed for the little island attached to the hotel by a bridge. Quickly, so I wouldn't be affraid, I walked into the water. The slope was surprisingly steep, and soon I was over my head. My baggy shirt billowed up and kept me aflote, but I made myself dive under and breath in the seawater. Within moments, however, I had decided I didn't really want to drown at all...but it was too late. A searing pain slashed across my cheeks and my head felt as if it was bursting. I hadn't expected drowning to be like this...
But was this drowning? As the pain faded my head cleared, I found that even though I was underwater, I could still breath. My eyes were not stinging from the salt water either, and I could see as clearly as if I was on land. I reached up to touch my cheeks and felt the thin flaps of gills. Two small fins stuck out of the sides of my head. While I was still pondering this, a thin black hand grasped my arm. A hand with webed fingers. It belonged to an equally thin figure with jet-black skin, a large head crowned with fins, bright red eyes, and gills. Its feet were also webbed and it was wearing a gown of seaweed. A sea-person! So they wern't extinct after all...
"You've come!" it said, or rather, seemed to say, for it's fish-like mouth did not move, and when I tried to reply, no sound came out. "Think!" it thought, for that was what it was doing. An undefined thought followed it, seeming rather like a giggle.
I saw that I was surounded by a crowd of sea-people. "Please come with us," thought the one holding my arm. "Our king wishs to meet you." Well, there was nothing better to do, so I allowed them to take me deep underwater with them. Why did they want to meet me, I wondered. My question was soon answered.
Just as I was geting tired (I wasn't as good a swimmer as them, and I'm sure they slowed down for me!) a cliff loomed over us. Remembering where we were, I relized it must be the reef around the Isle. My guide pushed me into a cave in the reef, and a strong current grabbed us and pulled us up, into what turned into a tunnel. Just as I was starting to panic, we came back into the light, or at least the half light, of what seemed to be the inside of a sunken ship. But no sooner were we there then I was pushed up through a hatch, onto the deck. The first thing I saw was a cage of some kind, containing...Yama!
(More tomorrow.)
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