Cousin gently stepped into his room. As he layed on his bed and closed his eyes waves gently rolled him to sleep. Watching over his new colectable item; an old man rowed his boat on his loyal wale friend.
"I am Hatchet gardien of the sea and collecter of castaways," he sung
The fish sung to the of putting tune as Hatchet repeated it over and over, "I am Hatchet gardien of the sea and collecter of castaways!"
The tune got louder and louder till it drowned out the fish and loyal whale opened his moulth. In Cosin whent; his bed passing thousands of other sleeping children never to wake again.
"I am Hatchet gardien of the sea and collecter of castaways," Hatchet's voice died down his light fadeing away, but his voice still echos round and round as he goes in search of more castaways.
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RandomI had done it again. It is not normal, oops I killed my tribal leader. It was more of, oops I killed half my tribe for fun, kind of deal.
