Like lemmings lined up to jump off a cliff, the chain of crabs coming towards Seamort’s insatiable appetite extended far back in a straight line across the ocean, so to get to the beach and find these hairless monkeys from which the crabs were fleeing, all Slub Glub and Willowmina had to do was follow the trail of crustaceans across the water. Willowmina floated alongside the line of crabs, while Slub Glub walked on top of them, hopping from one exoskeleton to the next.
Along the way they passed the ruins of ancient civilizations, which had sunk into the endless green depths eons ago. The curious spires of their long-lost houses of worship jutted out at crooked angles from below the sea’s slimy surface; evidence of weird religions whose beliefs died with the flooding of their societies. Idols of forgotten gods lay rotting on the bed of the ocean below, fish and lichen swarming among them. Peering down, Slub Glub thought he saw a statue of a creature that looked very much like him, once the lord over an extinct race and now an edifice eroding underwater, drowned with the citizens that once paid it tribute.
Eventually a shore emerged over the horizon, and Willowmina and Slub Glub saw their first glimpse of the human beings of which the crabs and Seamort had spoken.
Swollen pale creatures with mirrors over their eyes, these mammals rolled about in the dirt and set fire to meat. Some of them dodged jellyfish in waves, and others were buried up to their necks in sand. Slub Glub and Willowmina were filled with confusion and dread at the sight of them.
To be continued.
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