Ramata had no response but a wet, blank stare. The words “highway” and “gas station” meant nothing to water-folk.
Adam said, “Never mind. Let’s keep moving.” He turned away in frustration but Ramata grabbed his shoulder.
“Is that what you meant?”
“There,” Ramata pointed off to Adam’s left. “Can you see that?” In the distance stood several tall structures.
“Is that Tiskaloo?”
“No, Tiskaloo is,” Ramata pointed behind them, “that way. That,” Ramata said, pointing back to the left, “is where we’re going – the Big Ruins. Well, actually, we’re going a little ways past it.”
Adam, Ramata, and Spot looked at the remains of the big buildings.
“Is that a gas station?” Spot asked.
“No, those are what’s left of a human city: skyscrapers.”
“The Big Ruins,” Ramata added and swam strong toward the buildings.
Come on Down to The Big Ruins! We’ve Got Everything!
Once the trio arrived on the outskirts of the Big Ruins, Adam saw that the highway’s desolation extended to the ruins as well. There were no old houses. In fact, there were barely any buildings left at all. Seven ruined skyscrapers, really nothing more than girders and posts, protruded from the sand along with six or seven other buildings. Concrete crumbles all around them. Together, the jumbled mess formed an underwater, ghostly likeness of a downtown city.
Ramata stopped them before they got too close. “We need to stick together and move fast. Sharks like to feed here. If something happens and we get split up – just keep going straight through to the other side. You’ll see a large floater there. We’ll meet up at the top of it. We won’t have to worry though, if we stick close. Any questions?”
“Nope,” said Spot.
“Wait, I have a question,” Adam said. “What’s a floater and why is it at the bottom of Ocean?”