Post by Harmony Sturm on Jan 23, 2020 13:39:25 GMT
The children picking through the rubbish littering Port Ffirst’s shoreline turn at the sound of someone crunching over the pebbles at the far end of the beach. They are delighted to see a tall, thin, lean humanoid approaching the sea.
“It’s the Big Fish!”
“Mum told you not to call people names!”
“Yer, but look at it. It’s like a big fish!”
“Is it gonna do it again?!”
The children scamper over to a cluster of rock pools and scramble into hiding to watch. The figure reaches the edge of the water and wades in until the waves are lapping around their calves. They raise their face to the sky and let out a keening, screaming whistle-song:
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIEIEIEIEIEIEIIEEEEIEIEEEEIIIIIIIIIEIEIEIEIEIEIEIEIEIEYEYEYEYEYEYIEIEEIEYEYEIEIEYEIEIEYEIYEIYEIEYEIEYIEYIEYIE".
The children screw up their faces at the noise and stick their hands over their ears. As the figure sings, they lean back and hurl something out over the waves and out of sight. Song over, they stand motionless for a while watching the play of the water and the rising tide. Eventually, seemingly satisfied, they turn around and walk halfway up the beach to a small hut constructed out of discarded crates and detritus.
After waiting a moment or two to see if the figure re-emerges, the children hurry down to the spot where the creature had stood. As the encroaching waves wash up the beach, an object is brought back ashore: a bottle containing a roll of parchment. One of the children picks it up and they all rush back over to the rock pools they had previously hidden among.
"What does it say?!"
"I bet it's just EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE again!"
"Shut up, Brandon; let 'em read it. Go on, Jo, what does it say?"
The child who had fished the bottle out of the water uncorks the stopper and pulls out the parchment. A look of disappointment crosses her face as she looks at what is written there.
"Huh, it's just EEEEEEEEEEEE again."
"Bah, told you! Boring."
"Let's go, I'm starving!"
As the others start to heard home to Port Ffirst and supper time, Jo lets the bottle and parchment drop, where they fall into one of the pools, slowly sinking through the water to rest alongside a number of other bottles and papers...
“It’s the Big Fish!”
“Mum told you not to call people names!”
“Yer, but look at it. It’s like a big fish!”
“Is it gonna do it again?!”
The children scamper over to a cluster of rock pools and scramble into hiding to watch. The figure reaches the edge of the water and wades in until the waves are lapping around their calves. They raise their face to the sky and let out a keening, screaming whistle-song:
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIEIEIEIEIEIEIIEEEEIEIEEEEIIIIIIIIIEIEIEIEIEIEIEIEIEIEYEYEYEYEYEYIEIEEIEYEYEIEIEYEIEIEYEIYEIYEIEYEIEYIEYIEYIE".
The children screw up their faces at the noise and stick their hands over their ears. As the figure sings, they lean back and hurl something out over the waves and out of sight. Song over, they stand motionless for a while watching the play of the water and the rising tide. Eventually, seemingly satisfied, they turn around and walk halfway up the beach to a small hut constructed out of discarded crates and detritus.
After waiting a moment or two to see if the figure re-emerges, the children hurry down to the spot where the creature had stood. As the encroaching waves wash up the beach, an object is brought back ashore: a bottle containing a roll of parchment. One of the children picks it up and they all rush back over to the rock pools they had previously hidden among.
"What does it say?!"
"I bet it's just EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE again!"
"Shut up, Brandon; let 'em read it. Go on, Jo, what does it say?"
The child who had fished the bottle out of the water uncorks the stopper and pulls out the parchment. A look of disappointment crosses her face as she looks at what is written there.
"Huh, it's just EEEEEEEEEEEE again."
"Bah, told you! Boring."
"Let's go, I'm starving!"
As the others start to heard home to Port Ffirst and supper time, Jo lets the bottle and parchment drop, where they fall into one of the pools, slowly sinking through the water to rest alongside a number of other bottles and papers...
