[BobEdit: Continued from City Life 4!]

The multiply shocks to poor little Gespatcho's brain were too much as he lay floating on the waters surface.



Unfortunately the rocking of the waves did not bring calm... just a sort of light headed feeling. It was then Gespatcho realised why his mother didn't want him to become a pirate... the only shadows on the ocean are deep at the bottom.

Suddenly a great pull dragged him down like a giant riptide.

Faster and Faster he descended, so fast that he was quickly gaining on the Horrible female known as Selt and the two doomed men attached to her.

As he passed them he saw his one chance to save himself...

He used all his effort and forced himself into Selt's light blocking, metal pot!


Only time would show the horrors that awaited him within....

-Th3 J3sT3r.

Head held not so much high as partly submerged and vaguely unpleasantly damp, Captain Val watched the estranged green haired youth and his odd entourage vanish into the murky depths below, rocketing into the dank ocean waters like so many rocks jumbled together and packed tight in a twisted old sock.



He watched his reflection wondering if perhaps he should somehow follow and dual the female Selt for temporarily enamoring him or-
where WAS first mate Gespatcho?

From the bobbing ribbon, came an ominous ping.

Val glanced sharply to his side. Tall, dark and hairy- additionally, soggy- was treading water nearby.

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Swam over and knocked the brutish man over the head with a fist. Either to say- according to Matt translation- 'Pay attention!' or 'Dogfish pension!'

On the horizon- a rumbling of epic proportions. Both manshaped creatures gaped- quite like the aforementioned dogfish- and suddenly, as the white and red and pinkish blur passed, Matt felt himself thrust out of the water and harshly into a hard, dry seat.

Captain Val crowed triumphantly. He made frantic gestures to Matt that looked something like this:



And meant something likely along the lines of: '...HA'

Electronic beeping and technological blipping signaled all around them and both passengers noted that the S.S.S.S.S they were inside seemed to be suspiciously surrounded by...water?
Val gestured again and Matt understood. He, Val and- Camero?- were now inside a submarine. Somewhere, in the very back of his mind, the human heard a catchy jingle start ringing-
Robots in disguise. Along those lines, you see.



And so, with great gusto, Val charged the transformed S.S.S.S.S forward, speeding after the delving Selt and his unfortunate victims. Selt's bizarrely unnatural hair color shone like so much radioactive seaweed and the captain jabbed a finger at the youth beyond the safety of the ship.



The hunt was on!

For many a while our heroes did descend, deeper and deeper and just when the reader began to question how any of the submerged Jans, Selts and Qs were still functioning...



Sea vehicle and temporary villainess did stop as abruptly, garish, neon light flashed at them.



How...
Odd.

TBCCCCC?

Such divine beauty
Heaven brought by the deep sea
What marvel is she?

"Wel-come...too...At-lan-tah..." Matt struggle to read through the garish and neon colored..thing..that was before them.




"Atlanta? But my flights always connect in Denver..." said Matt, as if he had the urge to say something totally random and soo OOC. He shrugged, and sat down in his seat, putting his feet up on one of the random panels.







He didn't know what else to do right now but sit back and stare out the window. At the beautiful jellyfish that were swarming.



He could have sworn he had seen that pattern SOMEWHERE. But he just couldn't put his finger on WHERE at the moment. Maybe.

Selt had, of course, at that point forgotten why she was down in the ocean as deep as she was.



What really mattered was the bright, bright, pink lights shining on ahead, and she swam to them like a lobotomized deep-sea salmon to some sort of large mutated bright pink neon colored angler. Female angler.

The males are small and useless.



Forgotten by the seltsalmon, her cargo dragged behind her through the deadly jellyfish swarm.




----

Camaro's still around.... technically. Camaro's also dead.... technically. One could say he's new to it.... Rather slow. Mayhaps his mind and body aren't all there yet... adjusting to the undead state and all.

We last saw camaro supposedly winning in his battle against Jan...
From what he remembers, such events occured...






??

"Hm... ideally I should be used to this by now... That's at least the third time it happened... "
Camaro's brain was like a bird nest... which had fallen out of its tree and had endured a lot of damage... It still had a lot of snap to it though! (dead brittle twigs?)



"aha, right right... i must have revenge upon that loathsome blond bloke!"



".... it seems that THE SELT is trying to do him in by its own doing!"
One would figure that the job is being done, and a helping of popcorn is in order. Two could figure that Camaro's revenge is HIS revenge, and must kill Jan himself at all costs. Camaro figured the latter, but also realized that Selt deserves revenge as well. Then he eyed the lost city of Atlantis...
"Hm.... and that's... a water dungeon! This ought to be supreme~"
With new plots to deploy, Camaro was afoot!



onwards and upwards!

When abruptly, after swimming through the sea of jellyfish that seemed around TWO MONTHS long, they emerged; gazing at wonders of this new underwater world they could only imagine. Life forms entirely unlike any others, and sounds they felt they had never heard before. It was like a new beginning in a new land, and they stayed gazing at the life around them expectantly. Holding their breaths as if the air their lungs held would blow the vision away...



They found themselves gazing into the dark oily eyes of a native. Perhaps they could find some common grounds upon which to communicate? It would not greet them hostilely, would it? A second passed, a second more, and it finally opened its thin jaw and made its request:



"PUT ON THESE SOMBREROS. THEY WILL ADVANCE THE PLOT!"

Selt stared back, trying to parse its mysteriously cryptic speech.

TBC


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"Jeez," thought Jan, "Why do I always stop at the water temple?"

The thought had little bearing on the present situation, however, and Jan dismissed it as madness caused by a severe lack of oxygen.



A sombrero was unceremoniously fumped onto Jan's head. The sombrero was distastefully pink, and had too many little hanging ball-things. Jan wanted very much to un-fump it from his head, but something stopped him; like a fresh load of oxygenated blood, a thought shot to Jan's head.

"Wait a minute... I can breathe! BUT HOW?" Jan floated in a perplexed state of perplexity, noting his severe lack of legs and increasing number of poorly drawn gills. "Perhaps," Jan thought, "these sombreros... could they be..?"



It was the only possibility. They were... "The Legendary Magic Sombreros of Lord Blibdoolpoolp!!" D:

-Th3 J3sT3r.