They made it, and Thor felt himself being hoisted up and onto the boat, the other boys yanking him and Krohn on board. Reese landed in the boat beside him, and finally, all were safe.
Thor lay there, on the floor of the boat, breathing hard, the boat rising and falling in the sea, waves crashing all around them.
“You okay?” Reese asked, sitting over him.
Thor looked up and saw Krohn leaning over, then felt him licking his face. Thor reached up and stroked his wet fur. Thor grabbed Reese’s hand, and pulled himself up to a sitting position, trying to get his bearings.
He shook it off and looked down at his leg, and saw that the creature had left marks, burning through his clothing, the pants on one leg now just a shred of fabric. He could see the round marks where it had leached onto him, and he rubbed them, feeling the slight indents. But now that the tentacle was off of him, the burning was getting better by the second. He tried bending his knee and was able to. Luckily, it was not as bad as it could have been, and it seemed to be healing fast.
“I owe you one,” Thor said, smiling up at Reese.
Reese smiled back.
“I think we’re even.”
Thor looked around and saw several of the older boys rowing, trying to gain control as the boat rocked violently in the waves.
“HELP!” came a shout.
Thor turned and looked back to the big boat and saw several boys jumping off the edge-or being pushed off by Kolk and the other commanders. Among them he spotted O’Connor, Elden and the twins. They all landed in the waters with a splash, and they bobbed there, flailing. Some were better swimmers than others. Creatures of all different colors and shapes and sizes surfaced in the waters around them.
“HELP!” a boy screamed again, as a wide, flat scaly creature turned sideways and lashed its fins at him.
Reese crossed the boat, grabbed a bow and arrow, and aimed it down at the water, firing on the creatures. He missed.
But he gave Thor an idea, and he jumped into action. Thor looked down and was thrilled to see his trusted sling still stuck to his waistband; he grabbed it, inserted a smooth stone in it from his pouch, took aim, and hurled.
The rock flew through the air and hit the creature right on its head, knocking it off the Legion member, and making it swim away.
Thor heard another shout, and he turned to see O’Connor, a different creature perched on his back. This creature looked like a frog, but was black, with white dots, and ten times the size. Its long tongue protruded from its mouth and slipped down towards O’Connor’s neck. It made a strange snarling noise, and opened its jaws wide. O’Connor looked back over his shoulder in terror.
All around O’Connor, boys were shooting arrows at it, but missing. Thor placed a stone, leaned back, took aim, and hurled it.
It was a perfect hit. The creature made a weird squealing noise, and then turned and glared at Thor. It hissed and then, to Thor’s shock, it turned and hopped right towards him.
Thor could not believe how far this creature could jump: it went flying through the air, its legs spread wide, and was coming right for his face.
Thor immediately reloaded his sling and fired again.
He struck the creature with a second to spare, right before it reached the boat. He hit in mid-air, and it plunged down, sinking into the waters.
Thor breathed deeply.
“LOOK OUT!” came a scream.
Thor spun just in time to see a huge wave coming out of nowhere and crashing down on the boat. Thor raised his hands and screamed-but it was too late. It engulfed them all.
For a moment, Thor was underwater. The wave submerged their boat, rocked it violently, then disappeared just as quickly.
They came up for air, the boat still intact, bobbing back to the surface. Thor gasped, coughing and spitting out the salty water as others around him did as well. Luckily, their boat was big, and that wave had been mostly foam. Thor looked around and spotted Krohn, clinging to the edge, and rushed over and grabbed him, just before he slipped over.
Their boat level again, Thor turned and saw that they were bearing down on the island. They were close to shore, hardly twenty feet away, which brought him a sense of relief.
But at the same time he realized that the shore was comprised of a virtual minefield of jagged boulders. There was no safe, smooth place to land. The huge waves were cresting and crashing down on the rocks. Suddenly another wave came, their boat was lifted high, and all the boys in the boat screamed at once as they came crashing down, straight for the rocks.
There was no time to react. A moment later, their entire boat shattered against the rock, the impact strong enough to shake Thor’s jaw, as their boat splintered into pieces. The boys were all thrown from the boat.
Thor went flying head over heel and found himself back in the water, the churning red sea all around him, flailing, trying to orient himself. This time Krohn was near him, and Thor managed to reach out and grab him. Another wave came and picked them up, and brought them crashing down.
Thor dodged, and narrowly missed landing against a sharp rock. But another wave was coming, and he knew he had to do something quick.
He spotted a boulder flatter than the others, and he swam for it. He reached it just as a wave was receding and tried to climb up onto it; but it was covered in a slimy moss, and he kept losing his grip. Another wave came and pushed him up onto it, crunching his stomach against it but also lifting him up high enough to reach its plateau.
Finally on top of the rock, Thor turned and searched the waters for Reese. He saw him, flailing down below, and scurried down the boulder and reached down to grab him. But he was just out of reach.
“Your bow!” Thor screamed.
Reese understood-he reached onto his back and pulled off his bow and held out one end to Thor. Thor grabbed it and used it to yank him up, onto the rock. He made it safely, just before another wave crashed over him.
“Thanks,” Reese said, smiling. “Now I owe you one.”
Thor smiled back.
The two of them turned and Thor lifted Krohn and stuffed him into his shirt as they jumped to the top of the next boulder, then to the top of next one. They went on like this, boulder to boulder, getting ever closer to shore, until finally Thor slipped off of one and went hurling down into the sea. But he was close to shore now, and when the next wave came, it propelled him even farther, and he found himself able to stand, the water up to his waist. He waded his way towards shore, a tiny, narrow strip of black sand, and one final wave pounded him on his back and propelled him all the way.
Thor collapsed on the sand, Reese beside him, Krohn jumping out of his shirt and laying down, too. Thor was physically and mentally exhausted. But he had made it. He could not believe it. He had made it.
He sat up and turned and saw his fellow Legion members in the water, all wading to shore, waves crashing on their backs, washing up all around him. Some followed in his footsteps, hopping boulder to boulder; others were just thrown in the waves, bracing themselves and doing their best to avoid the rocks. He could see O’Connor, Elden, the twins, and other boys he recognized, and was relieved to see they were okay.
Thor turned the other way, and looked up at the steep cliffs behind him, rising straight up into the sky, leading to the island, somewhere up there.
“Now what?” he asked Reese, realizing they were stranded on this narrow, rocky strip of shore.
“We climb,” Reese responded.
Thor examined the cliffs again; they soared a hundred feet, and looked wet, covered in the ocean spray. He didn’t see how they could.
“But how?” Thor asked.
Reese shrugged.
“We don’t have much choice. We can’t stay down here. This beach is too narrow, and the tide is rising-we will be engulfed by the waves soon enough if we don’t move.”
The waves were already encroaching, the small strip of beach narrowing, and Thor knew he was right: they didn’t have much time to waste. He had no idea how they would climb this cliff, but he knew they had to try. There was no other option.