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The dark colored waves were brightened by the sun today, their sparkle almost blinding Tsukasa as they whelmed the edges of the boat.
He held the harpoon under the water so it wouldn’t get hot, if it was it would probably burn him. It was far too hot out and he was sweating like crazy.
Where even was he? It was empty for miles… He was starting to get bored. He slowly lifted the harpoon out of the water, running his fingers along its blade before pausing.
Without reason he stood up and thrust it as far as he could into the air, the sleek metal diving into the water. He stared at where it had landed, proud of his form, before he realized it wasn’t resurfacing. He sat down again, giving the rope attaching the harpoon to the boat a tug.
It seemed to be stuck. Tsukasa let out a groan. He pulled harder this time, but it only seemed to move a little bit. He retrieved a paddle from the bottom of the boat, guiding himself along to where the rope led. He soon saw the water surrounding where the harpoon had landed was quickly growing red. His eyes lit up with excitement. He had stabbed something? But how? And why was it bleeding so much? He began to frown as he realized how large the spot was becoming.
He got closer to the harpoon, sticking his hands in the water and trying to feel for its end but to no avail. He shoved away the fabric draping his shoulders, pausing to quickly clap his hands twice and whisper a short prayer to Ebisu. Something was finally happening to him, he thought. He would need a blessing of luck from the Kami.
He dove under the water, not being able to see but still retrieving what was probably the harpoon. He held onto it, using it to pull himself further down, before he felt the metal under his hands. He tried feeling around, his fingers landing on whatever he had impaled. It was cold and slimy, like a fish. What kind of fish could have bled so much? A dolphin? They didn’t live close to land in this area. Had he traveled too far outwards?
He wrapped his arms around the mass, realizing it was heavy, but not heavy enough that it prevented him from pulling it off from whatever it was stuck on and swimming upwards. He gasped for air as soon as he reached the surface, struggling to breathe.
He took a second before throwing whatever he had his arms around onto the boat as hard as he could, and it somehow worked. Tsukasa held the edge of the boat while it rocked wildly, still panting as he opened his eyes. It was a boy.