The Return of Atlantis

Prologue

The seven seas battled against each other as the waves roared like thunder at a boat crashing down from the top of waves. Men on that boat were shouting orders as they scurried around like mice. 

"Sir, there's a big wave coming about 50 feet tall, I strictly recommend we turn tail," a rather young lad of 20 years said to his captain mildly in the control room.

"No, Matthew. We must go on." the captain declined bravely.

Matthew Leverton had just graduated from University only 3 years ago. He had charming, shaggy, or rather messy, neck-length hair, dusty gold like the beach during a sunset, and his eyes were brown like the fresh maple leaves of a maple tree. Despite the soft, gentle look, Matthew preferred adventure and exploration; going on missions, and so he was in the midst of one, right in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, though he would miss his mother and his neighbour who lived right next door: June Calloway, who also happened to be his closest friend in the same University he had graduated in.

But with the arguing waves in their way, he had no idea how he and his crew would make it out, especially when his captain, who happened to be his father, was not listening to his desperate recommendations.

"But, sir. The waves are..."

"Matthew, I know, but what we started must be finished..."

Men started clashing as a huge, heavy wave pushed the boat backwards, nearly knocking it over.

"Sir, but this upcoming wave is 50 feet tall! Sir! That's like - 25 feet taller than our boat!"

"Matthew Caspian Leverton, for the last time! We are not turning back!" the captain raised his voice. 

"But, Dad—"

"Captain!"

Matthew stood there face to face with his father, not bothering about the chaos happening outside. He looked down.

"Yes..."

He paused, glancing up at the face of his faint resemblance.

"... captain."

 "Sir!" one of the men outside yelled out.

"Shut it," Mr. Leverton snapped at the man, whose back immediately stiffened, 'can't you see I'm dealing with my son here?"

"But, sir. There's a wave about 7 feet tall!"

"We must turn tail!" another man yelled at the top of his voice so loudly he sounded a little hoarse at the last few words. Matthew rolled his eyes when Mr. Leverton turned away from him. Staring blankly at the wave, he noticed a rather odd shape in the waves. The shapes got clearer and clearer as the boat drew nearer and nearer.

"Wait... Dad! Look! We found it!' Matthew shot a finger at the faint shape. Mr. Leverton followed his finger's trail which led to what he had been looking for. Lightning interrupted the scene as it flashed in the stormy, clouded sky. But Mr. Leverton saw right through as the flash only made the shape clearer. He stood there and hesitated as he watched his men panic around the ship, as they tried literally anything if it meant saving their lives. Mr. Leverton sighed as he made his final decision and turned to Matthew.

"Son... I know what we need to do. But I may not make it. So if you do, you must accomplish it."

"But..."

"No 'buts'. Do it now— go, Matthew."

But before Matthew could reply the wave collided against the boat like a meteorite. He felt as if the Earth had spun as the waters were now on the top of his view. And the last thing the young lad saw was the farewell look on his father's face.