It was time for Malaci and Aiwenor to leave. Malaci tried to hop on Aiwenor, but as soon as his hands touched her neck, she began screeching, Malaci fell to the ground holding his ears. The bird backed away and stared at him, the birds eyes were wide, glowing in the moonlight.
Malaci reached out a hand, and saw it in the moonlight. His robe was old and torn, there was no flesh on his arms.
"AUGH!" He fell back, closer to the edge of the beach. Aiwenor took flight, and attacked Malaci. Malaci fell off the edge into the water, gasping for breath but getting none, but no lungs to fill with water. He felt a current in the water, it got stronger and stronger, and by the time he could stick his head out of the water, Isla Muerta was almost half a mile away. Aiwenor was flying away in the oppisate direction, the current took him back under.
Day came and his flesh returned instantly, though he was underwater, he still did not need to breath. Though he yerned for air rushing through him, he could not feel it.
Days passed, though he did not go more than ten fathoms under water, he never got to the surface. He did not know how fast he was moving, but occasionally he saw a whale, or a school of fish, occasionally a shark or a squid. Malaci often feared he would be sallowed by some great fish, or eaten by a giant squid.
Malaci felt the current move up a ways, not five minutes later he hit something, something wooden, he hit it hard. It was a ship, this ship just happens to be the same ship that the crewmen are on from his last boat voyage.
Malaci clawed at the edge to keep the current from sweeping him under the ship and farther into unknown territory. He managed to climb to the surface, and the second he did he cried out.
"HELPPPPPPP!"
