TITUS!!!!

Sorry, but I needed an attention-grabber to get my dad to rejoice, because there’s a new chapter of my old story.

When I woke up, I found myself in the water. I wasn’t injured, except my back ached. The only reason I didn’t drown was because the doors retained the water. A slight whirring told me a pressurization pump was making the air not crush me.

The windshield didn’t show a nice sight. All I could see around me, which wasn’t far, was rocks, sand, fish, and green water. In the distance, I could see the murky shapes of cliffs.

The car started, surprisingly enough, when I turned the key, and moved when I pushed the joystick forward. I was able to move the car about thirty feet before the power flickered, and then went out completely. The air pressurization pump went off temporarily, before a back-up battery turned it on again.

I knew the battery wouldn’t last long. I knew that I’d have to swim. The breathing mouthpiece, luckily enough, was in my pocket, and I put it in my mouth.

While rummaging in my pocket, the paper from Ivan rubbed against my hand, and I took it out. A faint blue glow was emanating from it, which led to me opening it.

“Incredible” I said to myself. I folded the paper, and tried to open the door. The door was held because of the pressure difference, which was pushing the windows in. I could hear the motor whirring, trying to move, but the suction was too great. I was stuck; if I opened the door, I would be crushed. If I stayed in the car, I would be crushed.

I began to mope about the end of my life, when two familiar figures swam by, one of which rammed the windshield with all his might. The glass cracked, but did not break, and the car began to fill with water.

When the car was full of water, the automatic door lifted up, but the water was crushing me. A shark gripped me around my waist, and pulled me out. Everything began to feel fuzzy, and breathing didn’t come. I felt myself slowly suffocating.

Years later, I felt the weight on my chest lightening. I could breathe again, which I did with vigor. I passed out.

        *             *             *

When I awoke, I was still in the water, but Jackson and the two sharks, whom I thanked, were there, which made me feel better.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Well, after Xenophilius got you out of that car, you came up too fast. Orion says you got decompression sickness, and had to bring you back down to the bottom again to get you to feel better. It’s been about three days, and we’ve been swimming out to sea to find Titus” Jackson replied

“How do you know where Titus is?”

“Orion’s heard of him, but is unhappy to see him. Orion says he’s a kind of sea monster.”

“Well, that’s reassuring” I said with morose.

We said nothing, but kept swimming. Half an hour later, I remembered something, and called the others over.

“What do you make of this?” I asked, and showed them the paper, which was glowing stronger.

Orion, who knew everything, didn’t even know what it was, although he guessed that it was activated by water, and was a means of taking the note-bearer to the subject.

“It’s brighter since I last saw it, so maybe it gets brighter when you get closer” I suggested, halfheartedly.

“It probably just looks like that because we are closer to the sun and the surface” Orion said.

I wasn’t one to argue, so I kept my mouth shut, even though I was sure I was right.

We swam on.

*             *             *

The night came, and we were still looking. We were far out to sea, as Jackson reported. The sea floor was covered with shadows of unseen things. Xenophilius and Orion were out farther on, looking on with their night-vision.

All of a sudden, something happened.

A shadow from the ocean floor detached itself from the others, and came closer. The note in my hand grew blindingly bright white. Someone shouted for help. Pain shot up my leg, and the water around me was tinged red. I was dragged down, my ears popped, and my head exploded, and my vision grew white.

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