Under The Ocean
By Ian King
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A violent storm blows into Stingray Bay while siblings try to break the holiday boredom in their parents caravan. Suddenly, they find themselves thrust into a sub-sea mission with unexpected twists and turns. They have been hurled into the sea from the cliffs. Soon, they are struggling against the clock in a dangerous journey which they could never have imagined. This is survival of the fittest.
As an endless abyss seeks to crush them and deep-sea monsters try to make a meal of them (along with the other characters that have found themselves in this watery grave), will a daring rescue plan, hatched by the General Sabaoth, the ruler of this watery domain be able to save them? Will the kids even survive the night? What lessons will they learn on this treacheries journey?
It is up to the children to make the tough decisions and to risk everything for a stranger they neither know – nor trust. What will become of these visitors to the haunted realms of the deep?
Ian King
Ian King is a music writer and publishing professional who has contributed to Nylon, Slice magazine, Stereogum, The Line of Best Fit, PopMatters,KEXP, and Vol. 1 Brooklyn, as well as other music media. He lives in Brooklyn, New York, with his wife and their son.
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Under The Ocean - Ian King
Under The Ocean
By Ian King
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Table of Content:
Chapter one: Lake-mists’ restoration
Chapter two: Trapped!
Chapter three: Breath-taking experiences
Chapter four: The new world
Chapter Five: The abyss makes its claim
Chapter Six: Separated!
Chapter Seven: Corpses and clashes
Chapter Eight: Jasmines discovery
Chapter nine: A small mercy
Chapter ten: Threatening call
Chapter eleven: A troubled soul
Chapter twelve: Sam’s narrow escape
Chapter thirteen: In the presence of the General
Chapter fourteen: French toast and pancakes!
Epilogue: Sarah meets the General
Glossary of unfamiliar terms:
Chapter one: Lake-mists’ restoration
Come on Smith! Hurry up! I reckon we should stop for a bite at Young’s Dairy – I feel an ice cream coming on.
Great, I think Smith needs a rest – Don’t you! Come on slow-poke!
Shut up Bernie! I haven’t been on my bike for weeks! I hate being stuck in town. Mum won’t let me ride around too much now – too dangerous she reckons. Drives me nuts! I want to go back to the farm.
We’re stopping for an ice cream, you keen?
I knew he would be. We were getting pretty puffed as we’d been riding for nearly two hours now. We hadn’t been out as a gang for ages.
Walts! What are you having?
I was having my favourite, hokey-pokey and choc-bits. Smith would probably be having a caramel swirl, and I bet Bernie would have cookies and cream. We dropped our bikes on the path near the entrance and walked into Young’s Dairy – the oasis. Ice creams in hand, they asked me again about last term. I told them – again, as Bernie hadn’t heard it yet.
Okay Sam, tell us the story then. I find it pretty unbelievable!
"You would. I’m telling you, it’s real! Just ask the hospital, we were drowning, and yes, it was blown off the cliff! It all started right after dad had finished off Lake-mist. It’s hard to explain – complicated you see; but man it was real alright.
I don’t know why they didn’t believe us – but this is how it went.
We were pretty excited, my sisters and I. We were finally getting to sleep in the old girl. It had been a long time coming. Dad had worked hard on her for quite a few weeks. It was a big job and if you’d seen it back in September – the beat up, rotten old caravan shell that is, you would have given up on it long ago. She was a mess! She needed new wall panels; new shelving without the bubbled and blistered surface – new floorboards and even the couches (which transformed into beds) needed to be thrown out. No one would have survived a night in those bumpy old torture slabs without waking with aches and pains from head to toe. That was all before dad’s mastery had taken place.
All he needed to do that day was fit in the modern wardrobe, the three-way fridge and put in the new: plush-deep blue velvet cushions fresh back from the upholsterers. The old stinky slabs were rotten, and filled the caravan with nothing less than the grossest, mustiest smells around the entire bay: Stingray bay. Fortunately, the slabs had already found their new home in the dump.
As soon as I get ‘Lake-mist’ finished (which dad had tenderly named the caravan) you can have the first night out in it kids.
Dad made his promise a couple of weeks ago and we eagerly anticipated its fulfillment. We would have tried to sleep in it a month ago, but dad wanted to complete it before we were allowed. Maybe that’s why he had the couch-beds finished last.
Dad, can I make you a cuppa?
Jasmine spoke in her most innocent, soprano voice, pretending to be a top restaurant waitress.
Can I help dad? How much longer will it be? I can’t wait for ‘Lake-mist’ to be finished!
We all wanted to see the new creation, the thing we had been dreaming about. ‘Lake-mist’ revived. I brought tools and panels, whatever dad needed. Here you are dad, anything else I can get you?
Here’s the hammer, what-ever he needed. Most of the time dad would give me nothing but a grunt; but I didn’t mind. He was busy restoring and I was helping!
How long is it going to take?
Sarah complained again. When are you going to be finished?
We didn’t leave dad alone for a moment.
Finally, the big day arrived, and we chatted and played close by anticipating our escapade in the ‘Lake-mist’. At last everything was finished and in place.
The caravan gleamed in the sunshine on the lawn behind the house. It was an eighteen-footer painted in aqua-blue on the top half – and silver on the bottom. The two colours made it look like a sleek space station. The entrance was set to the right of the middle: where the axle stood firm on its pair of shiny black feet. The windows were large and slightly convex repelling the ultra-violet light with its brownish tint. The inside was thoughtfully and practically laid out – dad had always been practical.
When we opened the door – or air lock as we warmly named it we were welcomed with the automatically lighted steps. The kitchenette was across the other side of the caravan, warm and brown. The carpet was a plush maroon colour. On top of the kitchenette shone the stainless bench and a little sink with the water filter popping up from the left-hand side. The whole interior gave a soft, welcome and homely sensation for the bare feet of her new guests.
I darted in, breathed deeply the smell of freshly varnished walls, and painted cupboards. It wasn’t an unpleasant smell – it was friendlier – and carried a sense of excitement about it.
To the left and under the front window of the caravan were the two long couches – running down both sides, parallel with the walls. They were made up into a big bed, with the blankets folded neatly at the end. These were usually stored in the underside of the couches for easy access – so that when you needed them: they were there ready to make any night out a comfortable time. It didn’t matter if it was in the backyard or on a wild trail in the mountains – we knew it would always be warm and dry; or so we thought.
The caravan (or space station, complete with a gaming console,) was parked near the cliff edge. Its prime position gave it enough appeal already