.::The Way to the Sea - Chapter IIIA lot of things happen in fictional stories, but will never happen on planet Earth. You will not hear one of them in this story, as this is not fictional. This next chapter may seem as fictional as the Abominable Snowman, but it is definitely not.
I heard Jorgen's joyous cry, and couldn't help getting out of bed to see what he had found. I felt around in the darkness for the light switch. I found it and flicked it up. Jorgen was gaping at the closet for some reason. "W-what's the big discovery?" I muttered sleepily. Jorgen managed to utter a few words. I thought he said something like "This!" He was pointing at the back of the closet. "I-it's just a closet, Jorg." I mumbled, "Y-you put clothes in it. I'm going back to bed."
Jorgen grabbed me and pushed me into the dark closet. I put my hands out to stop myself from hitting the wall, but I felt no wood. It seemed like it was an endless tunnel of darkness.
I don't know how I managed it, but I somehow was able to take my flashlight out from my pyjama pocket and switch it on. The walls looked rough but soft, like dirt.
The air was salty, like it gets when you are near the sea. I turned my attention from the walls to what was ahead of me. There was something blue-green thrashing about not too far away.
My journey ended on a huge patch of sand. I looked down and saw that I was on the beach. I looked out at the vast pool of water. A dolphin was jumping in the distance. The wind blew gently through my hair. For the first time since I had arrived here at Camp Jamahari, I smiled.
I took a few steps toward the water. It felt as if the water was calling me to dive in. To make a long story short (by 'long' I mean about twelve pages); I did. I spent a long time swerving in between the coral. When I finally clambered out, the deep purple of the night sky was streaked with gold. Now, I thought, how do I get back?
I ended up doing something really... uh... silly. I grabbed a pair of toothpicks from my pocket and began to climb up the steep chute I had come down on. The toothpicks were used as pickaxes, like mountain climbers do.
When I reached the top, I collapsed onto a chair, exhausted from my little trip. Then, at that second, I resumed the sleep that I had been awoken from hours ago.