As Rebbo hit the water, he immediately woke up, taking in an enormous breath of air just before he went under, the captain doing the same.
This was the end, he thought, his death imminent.
His lungs craved air, but he couldn't give them any. The ropes wrapped around him made it so he couldn't swim, and as a bonus sank faster. Hope was all gone.
His movements became slow and sluggish, and he passed out.
About ten seconds later, he was flying through the air.
Rebbo and the captain both grabbed in great lungfuls of air before impact, and landed into the soft sand of the island, surprisingly a soft landing.
A little molys came up out of the ground, saying 'hi' and then pulled a knife out of the ground. Nobody knew how they could carry stuff, and they probably never would know.
After trying MANY ways to cut the rope, the molys decided to just grab it in his mouth, then saw it away.
As soon as Rebbo was free, he cut the captain' rope, and the molys decided to lead them to the consul.
So, they followed the little head moving in the dirt that the ground somehow filled up behind.
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Francis,
ReplyDeleteI was introduced to your Mom's blog by Jorge and Ms. Tioga. Then, she introduced me to your Dad's and he told me about yours.
Wow, don't tell the others but I think yours is the best of all! You have a wonderful imagination and your creative writing skills are excellent ... way beyond your years.
Congratulations for making the yearbook staff, quite an honor!
Looking forward to reading your posts on a daily basis.
Hi Francis! I also found your blog through your Dad's blog. It's great! Please keep writing.
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Karen