“You mustn’t mind her too much. She has lots of ideas but no small inkling of how best to broach them among her own people. Now, you were about to tell me what I could do to help you.”
“I want to go home,” Adam said, for what seemed like the millionth time.
“If you mean home, to land, I told you – there is no more land. If you mean home, among the water-folk – I welcome you.”
“I mean home, my house, my room, my parents.”
“I cannot help.”
Spot chirped up then. “But, surely you must know something. What about Sesre’s beach?”
Frear was patient but firm. “Truly, I tell you, there is no land. There are countless ruins, but no land above the water.”
A Plan Swells Together
Adam choked up. “R-r-ruins?” remembering his dream of the ruined city.
“Yes,” Frear continued, “ruins of humanity. That’s why our city was so agitated to see you. The human world flooded many, many years ago and, so we assumed, all of Sesre’s descendants right along with it.”
“B-but – that’s impossible! It couldn’t have been that long ago.” Frear said nothing. “But I’m the one who did it! I flooded the world! I was there!”
“Child, I cannot explain the curse that’s brought you here and tricked your mind. Still, I assure you, these are human ruins I speak of.”
“What am I going to do?” Adam asked, grief-stricken.
“Don’t worry, Adam,” consoled Spot. “We’ll think of something.”
“Please, you’ll be more than comfortable here,” Frear offered. “Just let me go inside and see if there’s been any resolution. Then, I can work on getting you situated in Tiskaloo.”
“Resolution?” Spot asked.
“Yes, yes. All the hubbub you came in upon. We’re trying to decide what to do about Altern and the Urchin Army. Altern’s grip grows tighter every day.”