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T h e C i t y o f t h e F o r g o t t e n

Chapter One-

The Forgotten Ocean

After going to war with the raging winds. And then battling with continuous drumming rain.
After being assaulted and crushed by the never-ending series of waves threatening to
overpower them, the broken ship slowly limped towards the island. Tsunami was low in the

water, the freezing liquid flowing freely through a jagged hole in her side. If the tattered ship
couldn’t make it to the shore, everyone would perish.

The voyage had been a catastrophe from start to finish. Tsunami had almost been torn apart
by the Roaring 40s, the waves crashing over the gunwales, spoiling and washing overboard
most of the food they had. Now they were rationing the little salty food they had left. The
continuing rain drove them backwards, far into the Pacific Ocean. The water they had left
was almost as salty as the ocean around it! Though weakened by the lack of food, the
rowing crew laboured on. Still, when the high winds and terrible waves fractured her spine,
they continued. They were so weak, and yet the sight of land gave them renewed strength,
and they forced themselves to drive their oars deep into the rushing waves.

Gustav felt a renewed feeling of dread as Tsunami flexed again under his feet. She slugged

lower in the water than ever before. Arretez, who was next to him, sighed. “We’re going to
have to start bailing.”
Gustav nodded. “An exercise that we all know I love,” he replied, his voice dripping with
sarcasm.

Arretez’s grin widened, “don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get to do a lot of it.”

Gustav’s face, in spite of himself, lit up in a matching grin, “where would I be without you?”
Arretez just couldn’t resist the urge to reply, “probably somewhere silly,” he laughed.
“I reckon you’d be going around telling your trash jokes to anyone who would listen,” Gustav
responded, “then you would get thrown off a cliff or something.”
Arretez looked up innocently, “oh they’re not that bad.”
Gustav rolled his eyes to the heavens, “I can see we aren't going to agree on the quality of
your jokes,” he said nastily.

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