Gawr Gura, The Lost Atlantean {HIATUS}

Chapter IV: Tea

   Now in this haste predicament, a large trench stretches across the rough sanded ocean floor. She had only one comment.
   It was deep.
   She floated on the edge, air bubbles erupted from her lips. She was very nervous.
   She has yet to see the end of the trench, and as a scared little shark. She couldn't push herself to dive down. It was dark and unknown to her, like almost every human, those two things scare them as much as they're scared of little sharks.
   She clocked her head around and saw the vast ocean floor, scattered with abundance of shells and seaweeds. It was very empty.
   Empty of life.
   She turned upwards. It was too deep, the rays of the sun couldn't reach the floor.
   The ocean is very dark and empty, perhaps even more compared to the large trench. She glanced back, now with a clear mind.
   Maybe next time, she thought.
  She left.
   It was a great decision to say the least. For when she was well gone, chasing a school of fish somewhere else. A Nasty Gigantic Green Eel slithered out of the trench.
   It was the size of ships, it could probably eat them in one gulp. The Eel looked around, and saw nothing.
  There was no one in sight, not anymore.
   The Eel sighed. "Thought I heard something," Still anxious, he examined the ocean floor one more time.
   Still, nothing and no one.
  "I suppose," The Eel said. "I could've invited them for tea."
    He dived down the deep and wide trench, probably for tea time, which, Gura could've been invited to.