“I mean, look at the sword he’s got there. It looks gorgeous...doesn’t it?” He stared at the gleaming blade, which he was now admiring with a fascination he rarely felt. He wondered if the sword had a magical effect that would somehow aid him or help the Whorloo fight over it.
“It’s a good sword.” He said quietly, “But I wouldn’t mind it.” The stories he’d been told about the cave, or tunnels, the sub-aqua caverns, the waters he fell into were all astounding. He couldn’t really fully grasp the details, but they were quite marvelous nevertheless.
Another idea had struck his mind, the idea to make use of the sword for his own device, and found out about it the best way he could, “If only you could use it to get a peek into the caves, maybe you could find the treasures, oh wait, you can’t even swim.”
The boy pulled the handle up, then down in a deflating attempt to fantasize that the sword did have a magical ability. “You want it, but you can’t have it. How boring.” He was disappointed, as if he was the littlest child, holding onto a toy that he could not play with, being passed by someone who wants the toy more than he does and would actually take it.
“C’mon, show me what you can do. Please?” The boy was actually pleading now. The sounds of the ocean and the rock, the smell of the air and the taste of the delicious life and freedom it gave made the boy want to break down in front of the boy.
“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.” He said, sticking his lip out, and he said it constantly, putting more and more strength into it. The boy was about to say no, when he realized that something was happening.
It happened so fast that it was impossible to keep track of that he even saw it. A flash of metal got projected as if on a TV screen, catching the boy’s eye. The boy turned and looked out of the cave. He was shocked and amazed. The boy didn’t even know what to say, he had no words – he was speechless.
The boy was dumbfounded, absolutely and undeniably dumbfounded. The boy couldn’t believe what he saw. “Is this real? Is this how it works?” The boy had never seen a sword before, unless you counted plastic sword, or sword-like things in his house. As he looked on, a huge epic wave ripped over the rock, out of the cave, and right over his head as if it meant to smash him down. The boy would have been smashed by the wave if it were not for the majesty that he was holding to.
The boy was like a child in a candy store, so much knowledge and magic, so much power and love. The boy was exposed to so much adventure, so much worldliness, so much imagination, and the boy knew with all of his heart and soul that he would miss it forever if he was to lose this chance.
The boy couldn’t contain himself. The boy got so excited to finally use his sword. The boy knew he’d get the treasure without even trying. The boy just had to wait patiently, because the boy knew the boy’s time would soon come. The boy was so excited with the thought of the way it worked he started to do some things on the bottom, the boy swam over to the other side and did other things down there. The boy used his hands and feet the way his big brother had told him to. The boy laughed a lot, and he played more. The boy ran around with it a lot.
The boy felt like he was really getting better. The boy figured that the sword would have all the treasure he could ever want. The boy could hardly understand why the boy’s parents didn’ t want to do what the boy did, or why the boy’s brother didn’t want to do the same things the boy had done in his youth. The boy was so caught up in the sword that he didn’t want to go home because he wanted some more fun.
