The boy, the surfer and the turtle

 

CRASH! The gargantuan waves came crashing down on the shore of Shark fin beach. The tips of them glistened like gold in the sunset light and shone bright like diamonds straight into Flint’s eyes. “It’s the perfect time to go surfing”, he thought to himself. He was swimming out to sea with his trusty surfboard in his hand but as he swam through the water gracefully, he spotted a peculiar sight in the corner of his eye. The waves seemed to look lumpy. “How odd”’ he thought. Yet he still swam on, oblivious to the giant pile of danger he’d gotten himself into at that moment. As he kept on going on, he began to feel a sense of uneasiness. “How odd”, he thought to himself. At one point he felt he had found a good spot, so he tried to get on to his board but as he was doing it, he suddenly felt a jolt.

“AUGHH!” he yelled in discomfort. Something was pulling him out to sea, and it was doing it quick. The shoreline quickly became nothing but a thin strip of yellow as he was grabbed in a chokehold by the current. Swimming with all his might, his legs were burning in sharp, fiery agony. He was struggling to stay above the water. He flailed his arms around like a tube figure as he sank deeper into the navy-blue patch of water he was just barely above. He was now completely submerged underneath the murky water.  He let out a horrifying muffled scream and then everything went black. Nobody was there to save him.

Flint woke up with a fright. A wave of dazzling blue, warm tropical water washed over his body, which was quite badly battered, rejuvenating him. He looked over to his side painfully and go his surprise he saw a little boy! He looked about 6 or 7 and had brown hair. He displayed a beautiful smile, as if it was made of pure joy. His face was light and pale, and he had freckles scattered about. Flint slowly sat up on the fine, yellow sand.  A large, magnificent sea turtle. It was the biggest turtle he’d ever seen, his fins stretched out like the wings of an eagle. “That creature would set you back a fortune”, mumbled Flint to himself. “I beg your pardon!” the kid exclaimed out, an undertone of seriousness in his rather high-pitched voice. “This is MY turtle, not A creature”, he continued ranting on. “Why are you here anyway?” he asked inquisitively. “YOU SHOULD GO AWAY!” he screamed in a fit of rage. “Geez buddy, calm down”, replied Flint, taking a few steps away from the infuriated child. “I want to get out of here too”, he replied. So, after a bit of back and forth negotiating, they decided that the boy would take them home. That night, by the wafts of warm air, they lay in a makeshift hut. “So how exactly are you going you to take me home”, asked Flint. “Well, on my turtle of course!” he said back, ecstatically. “A turtle can’t do that”, replied Flint, laughing heartily. He thought it was a jest, clearly. “Like the thing can even move!” “It looks like it’ll die any second!’. He broke out laughing “You’ll see”, said the boy, menacingly.

Flint sat down on the turtle. “Are you sure this is going to work?” he enquired. “Don’t worry”’ the boy said. He proceeded to speak in some sort of dialect to the turtle and at once it propelled itself to speed. Flint would’ve fell off at once if he wasn’t holding on tight. The turtle kept on moving its fins in an orderly manner, elegant but powerful, he was moving at an amazing pace. Water splashed on Flint’s face like tiny mist particles. The shoreline was coming into sight and before long, they were there. Flint gave his farewells to the boy and the turtle. As he walked back, he thought, “What a wonderfully mad adventure that was”.