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~Phanpy~
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Well, here is a one shot. I KNOW IT DOESN'T HAVE ANY DIALOGUE!!! but thats how i wanted it. it is short i know, but i like it that way....
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Song of the Ocean
Silence.
The vast expanse of the ocean drifted on forever. The water still, not an inch of movement. It was peaceful for a minute, but once that minute had finished, all hell broke loose.
The waves suddenly rose, crashing down with force unseen by anyone or anything in the world. Clouds gathered quickly, forming a thunderous ball in the sky. Lightning struck the water whenever it could, sending a surge of electricity through the water, shocking anything in its path.
In the middle of this, floated a tiny boat. It was being thrown around the ocean like an unwanted toy, waves crashing down over the top of it, as if it weren’t even there.
Upon this boat sat a child. His eyes wide with fear, he sat huddled in the safest corner of the boat, his lifejacket tightly strapped to his body.
He was about seven, and quite short for his age. His eyes were a pale blue, almost like a crystalline reef. His hair a dusty blonde, uncombed for many days. He was Joshua.
His face spoke only one emotion. Fear. Eyes bulging, mouth wide open. He was at the mercy of the ocean, and he knew that.
The storm continued. Thunderous roars erupted in the sky, brilliant flashes of light lit up the horizon. Rain poured down harder than ever before. Something was unsettled, something was angry.
The boat continued getting thrown about, waves continuously crashing down on top of him. Joshua was drenched, not a single thread of cotton was dry. The boat was filling up with water, quicker than Joshua could get rid of it.
He began to cry.
Tears ran down his face, falling softly into the salty ocean water that was quickly overtaking the boat. He was going to die.
Joshua sat down, giving up all hope. He was going to die. He couldn’t stop that happening. He sighed, looking at the ocean water filling his boat. Then, all of a sudden…
The storm stopped. The clouds had gone quicker than they had come, the sea had returned to its calm, still ways. It was as if nothing had happened.
Joshua breathed heavily, relieved that he had somehow survived the storm. He stood up, looking around. The ocean was silent, not a noise heard, until…
The most beautiful song he had ever heard drifted across the ocean, calming the sea even more. Joshua sat down again, and began to hum the tune. Slowly, he fell to sleep.
Slowly, softly, follow me…
Drifting closer, closer forever….
We are here now, do not cry…
Sleep, sleep until the night passes…
Listen, listen to our song….
The song of the ocean…
Joshua suddenly woke. He had somehow fallen asleep. Rubbing his eyes, he stood up slowly, and found that his boat was beached in white sand. He turned to see four black shapes swim back into the ocean, disappearing forever…
Joshua left the boat, standing on the land. He began to repeat the song that he had heard.
Slowly, softly, follow me…
Drifting closer, closer forever….
We are here now, do not cry…
Sleep, sleep until the night passes…
Listen, listen to our song….
The song of the ocean…
He smiled, and left the beach, the last line stuck in his mind. He knew what they had been.
The song of the Wailmer.
The song of the ocean.
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~Phanpy~ ;231;
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Song of the Ocean
Silence.
The vast expanse of the ocean drifted on forever. The water still, not an inch of movement. It was peaceful for a minute, but once that minute had finished, all hell broke loose.
The waves suddenly rose, crashing down with force unseen by anyone or anything in the world. Clouds gathered quickly, forming a thunderous ball in the sky. Lightning struck the water whenever it could, sending a surge of electricity through the water, shocking anything in its path.
In the middle of this, floated a tiny boat. It was being thrown around the ocean like an unwanted toy, waves crashing down over the top of it, as if it weren’t even there.
Upon this boat sat a child. His eyes wide with fear, he sat huddled in the safest corner of the boat, his lifejacket tightly strapped to his body.
He was about seven, and quite short for his age. His eyes were a pale blue, almost like a crystalline reef. His hair a dusty blonde, uncombed for many days. He was Joshua.
His face spoke only one emotion. Fear. Eyes bulging, mouth wide open. He was at the mercy of the ocean, and he knew that.
The storm continued. Thunderous roars erupted in the sky, brilliant flashes of light lit up the horizon. Rain poured down harder than ever before. Something was unsettled, something was angry.
The boat continued getting thrown about, waves continuously crashing down on top of him. Joshua was drenched, not a single thread of cotton was dry. The boat was filling up with water, quicker than Joshua could get rid of it.
He began to cry.
Tears ran down his face, falling softly into the salty ocean water that was quickly overtaking the boat. He was going to die.
Joshua sat down, giving up all hope. He was going to die. He couldn’t stop that happening. He sighed, looking at the ocean water filling his boat. Then, all of a sudden…
The storm stopped. The clouds had gone quicker than they had come, the sea had returned to its calm, still ways. It was as if nothing had happened.
Joshua breathed heavily, relieved that he had somehow survived the storm. He stood up, looking around. The ocean was silent, not a noise heard, until…
The most beautiful song he had ever heard drifted across the ocean, calming the sea even more. Joshua sat down again, and began to hum the tune. Slowly, he fell to sleep.
Slowly, softly, follow me…
Drifting closer, closer forever….
We are here now, do not cry…
Sleep, sleep until the night passes…
Listen, listen to our song….
The song of the ocean…
Joshua suddenly woke. He had somehow fallen asleep. Rubbing his eyes, he stood up slowly, and found that his boat was beached in white sand. He turned to see four black shapes swim back into the ocean, disappearing forever…
Joshua left the boat, standing on the land. He began to repeat the song that he had heard.
Slowly, softly, follow me…
Drifting closer, closer forever….
We are here now, do not cry…
Sleep, sleep until the night passes…
Listen, listen to our song….
The song of the ocean…
He smiled, and left the beach, the last line stuck in his mind. He knew what they had been.
The song of the Wailmer.
The song of the ocean.
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~Phanpy~ ;231;
