Poseidon (Rated R)

(14) The strange behavior

It is still day 18.

  What felt like the longest day, but alas evening was approaching. An orange golden glow  coloring the horizon, sunset. It felt almost exotic, For so long the only colors that we'd expect to see in the outside have been dark grey or sometimes black, angry thunder and zips of lightning across the sky.

Foreign sounds; hearing the laughter of children outside, the squeals and giggles as they run around playing with the nearby creatures.

Twice now In one day I am writing in this journal, a memoir to myself, documenting everything I witness with my own eyes.

Why exactly? who will see this but myself?

Maybe these could be episodes I could read back and laugh on when I am in my late years. Readying myself for my grave.

Ill be honest Father, I stare at many paths along the road but I have not forgotten my sole purpose, the goals I pursue, still picking up the pieces of my shattered old life and deadpanned on finding you.

Yet, somehow I feel a battle in me. One side of me holding on to the last bit of hope I have, but the other part of me screams for the giant man in my room. No name, no identity, and not a hint of memory from what I was able to grasp. It is crazy but a part of me feels this connection to him, as if I have met him before like a long lost fated destiny.

Out of instinct I bring him back to my room, under the roof my family and I reside, it didn't occur to me of our safety than but now that he is conscious, I worry. All of us combined we are still outmatched, his aura screams power, animals acting out of the ordinary is always a sign, why would deep sea creatures be on shore, let alone the surface.

They know something that us humans do not, residing in the sea and have seen the most dreadful things.

What are they looking at?

what is drawing them? why did this all occur the second we laid eyes on the giant man sitting on my bed? if I thought I was going insane before, I must be out of my mind now. Nevertheless, it must be a sign of hope. The waves of the ocean have calmed, rapid winds have calmed, and the skies cleared, perhaps now the submarine can be built and my search for you than would be better, but for now I must find answers.

***

Softly the journal comes to a close, guilt boiling at the pit of my stomach. Writing all of these notes whilst Arjun was in the room, at any moment he could have asked me for a glance and I wouldn't be able to cower away without raising his curiosity. These were words I had to write down, it was too much to hold in my chest, luckily Arjun was too busy with the giant man to notice me.

"My name is Arjun, aR-Ju-ju-uNN." he repeats over and over, the man somehow proved to be harmless despite his overwhelming presence.

I wanted to giggle, but was caught by the outside of my window, astonished by more of the deep sea creatures that have swam up and crawled out to shore, getting closer and closer to my window. Tuning out Arjun's one sided conversation in the background as I watch people gathering around with their phones and cameras capturing the phenomenon.

Eventually this would garner the news anchors.

Like puppetry, king crabs resting on rocks, turtle's laying on the sand, fins of dolphins slice through the surface of the water, watching silently, awaiting.

A nearby man tests his limits, everyone watching as he casually picks up a large crab and walk away towards his home, the crab makes no movement, not even a struggle for his life.