Water World update one

This will be what I hope to compete as a short story.

----Water World 1.1--------

His hand scrabbled on the edge, and caught onto a ledge. With a grunt, he hauled himself up.

He stood up, the wind fluttering his waterproof cloak and he sniffed the air. It smelt of a coming rain. He scratched his chin, a stubby growth there, and then hunched back down to his former crouched shape. The wind blew again, and in the distance, he looked very much like a weary traveler bent over with tiredness.

The landscape looked like the others: dozens of old derelicts, once they had color, they were now grey and tired and leaning against each other like unsteady old men. Some lay down, half submerged in the lapping waves, and across it all, a crazy tangled jungle of twisted metal and wires interlaced below the canopy. This was the highest point he sighted from afar, and below stretched blue and grey. He bowed down, and then looked again at the many shattered windows gaping like sharp screaming mouths in the holes of concrete, forever frozen in time. His hand had many cuts from scaling these structures, and was now rougher than before from the many healed streaks there. A gull cried somewhere far away, and he spotted a few circling in the air some distance away. There must be food there.

He slowly made his way back from where he had came from, careful not to cut himself over the many sharp parts that lay casually scattered about. You didn't want to attract the Watermen, nor the Crazies and definitely not the Titans. He nodded, then murmured softly to himself, and felt something bumping reassuringly against his thigh. But then again, even if you did, Nicker here could protect him, and he smiled wanly to himself, and touched the hilt of his sword to as how one might touch an old friend.

Nicker would protect him.

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©Cap'n Mook