disappeared and his head descended down to Ian’s level. Squinting eyes narrowed down until tiny slits peered at him. He was so close his exhaled breath blew Ian’s wet hair back. “You get to find your friends, and you don’t drown.” Raising back up, Nestor glared down at his new companion.
“Deal,” Ian said, then curled up to go to sleep. “I need a nap.”
Chapter 15: Sail
Sail [ seyl ] verb/to move along or travel over water
Ian stretched and yawned on his make-shift floating shore. The warm ocean breeze felt good against his cool skin, baking in the late sun’s warmth. The wind came in spurts, like small bursts of the earth’s energy. He stirred, and slowly opened one eye.
In front of him was a giant blue sphere with a big jet black globe in the middle. The warm breeze washed over him again. The sphere blinked. Ian bolted up straight, nose-to-nose with Nestor, curled up into a tight, floating ball.
“What are you doing?”
“Just catching a few zzz’s.” Nestor stretched his giant neck skyward and yawned, unrolling his tail into the water.
“How could you be sleeping? You were supposed to be taking me to land.”
“I never said I would take you to land.” Nestor laid his head back down on his back, and curled back into a ball. “I said I would take you to your friends.”
“Yes, but my-friends-are-on-the-land,” Ian snapped.
“I know where they are. Don’t worry. We will be there soon.”
Ian stood on the back of the enormous sea creature. He climbed to the top of the hump protruding from the water. Looking around, he saw nothing but sea.
“We’re not even close to land.”
“That’s not true,” Nestor smiled. “What you call Scotland is right up there.” A fin stuck skyward.
“No, California is up there,” Ian snapped. “That’s where I came from. Scotland would be down there.”
“Indeed,” Nestor said, “but the world has turned since you’ve been here. California is now down there, and Scotland above. Likewise, your friends are not back there, but ahead.”
Ian looked around and tried to make some sense of what was happening. He couldn’t tell one way from another. “Well, we can’t just sit here.”
“We’re not sitting, we’re swimming.”
The softer, female sounding voice startled him. Ian looked beside Nestor in the water to see an identical creature, only smaller in size.
“May I introduce you to my cousin? You may know her as Nessie. Your kind has dubbed her that.”
“Nessie? As in, the Loch Ness Monster?”
“I am not a monster! Why is it that anything that is different from a human is dubbed a monster?”
“Ummm. I dunno.”
“Well, I do not like that name. Nessie is okay, but not the monster-thing. Deal?”
“Um, sure. Deal.” Ian sat down. “How do you get down here? I mean up there? Where are you guys from, anyway?”
“We go where we are needed,” Nestor said. “Mostly we reside down here, but travel above when it is necessary.”
“Why Scotland? Why not anywhere else?”
“What you call Scotland has the easiest passage to the world above. It has quick access to the oceans for worldwide travel.”
“Oh.” Ian smiled. “Kinda like a freeway.”
Nessie laughed. “Kind of.”
“Do you even know what a freeway is?”
Both creatures remained silent, although Ian swore he saw them smile at each other. “So what are you two anyway? What is your species called?”
“We have been named the Plesiosaur.”
“Are you dinosaurs?”
“If you please. We have been around since the dawn of mankind.”
“So you were part of the Big Bang then?”
“Excuse me,” Nessie snapped, “but I have never squirmed around in a mud puddle. I have been beautifully and wonderfully made by the Maker. Just look at my wings.”
“Um, those are fins.”
“Call them what you will. With them, I can soar.”
She spun around, dancing in the water like the dolphins at the water park near Ian’s home. Fins stretched
“Deal,” Ian said, then curled up to go to sleep. “I need a nap.”
Chapter 15: Sail
Sail [ seyl ] verb/to move along or travel over water
Ian stretched and yawned on his make-shift floating shore. The warm ocean breeze felt good against his cool skin, baking in the late sun’s warmth. The wind came in spurts, like small bursts of the earth’s energy. He stirred, and slowly opened one eye.
In front of him was a giant blue sphere with a big jet black globe in the middle. The warm breeze washed over him again. The sphere blinked. Ian bolted up straight, nose-to-nose with Nestor, curled up into a tight, floating ball.
“What are you doing?”
“Just catching a few zzz’s.” Nestor stretched his giant neck skyward and yawned, unrolling his tail into the water.
“How could you be sleeping? You were supposed to be taking me to land.”
“I never said I would take you to land.” Nestor laid his head back down on his back, and curled back into a ball. “I said I would take you to your friends.”
“Yes, but my-friends-are-on-the-land,” Ian snapped.
“I know where they are. Don’t worry. We will be there soon.”
Ian stood on the back of the enormous sea creature. He climbed to the top of the hump protruding from the water. Looking around, he saw nothing but sea.
“We’re not even close to land.”
“That’s not true,” Nestor smiled. “What you call Scotland is right up there.” A fin stuck skyward.
“No, California is up there,” Ian snapped. “That’s where I came from. Scotland would be down there.”
“Indeed,” Nestor said, “but the world has turned since you’ve been here. California is now down there, and Scotland above. Likewise, your friends are not back there, but ahead.”
Ian looked around and tried to make some sense of what was happening. He couldn’t tell one way from another. “Well, we can’t just sit here.”
“We’re not sitting, we’re swimming.”
The softer, female sounding voice startled him. Ian looked beside Nestor in the water to see an identical creature, only smaller in size.
“May I introduce you to my cousin? You may know her as Nessie. Your kind has dubbed her that.”
“Nessie? As in, the Loch Ness Monster?”
“I am not a monster! Why is it that anything that is different from a human is dubbed a monster?”
“Ummm. I dunno.”
“Well, I do not like that name. Nessie is okay, but not the monster-thing. Deal?”
“Um, sure. Deal.” Ian sat down. “How do you get down here? I mean up there? Where are you guys from, anyway?”
“We go where we are needed,” Nestor said. “Mostly we reside down here, but travel above when it is necessary.”
“Why Scotland? Why not anywhere else?”
“What you call Scotland has the easiest passage to the world above. It has quick access to the oceans for worldwide travel.”
“Oh.” Ian smiled. “Kinda like a freeway.”
Nessie laughed. “Kind of.”
“Do you even know what a freeway is?”
Both creatures remained silent, although Ian swore he saw them smile at each other. “So what are you two anyway? What is your species called?”
“We have been named the Plesiosaur.”
“Are you dinosaurs?”
“If you please. We have been around since the dawn of mankind.”
“So you were part of the Big Bang then?”
“Excuse me,” Nessie snapped, “but I have never squirmed around in a mud puddle. I have been beautifully and wonderfully made by the Maker. Just look at my wings.”
“Um, those are fins.”
“Call them what you will. With them, I can soar.”
She spun around, dancing in the water like the dolphins at the water park near Ian’s home. Fins stretched
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