A Sea God

 Jean-Botanist and Carl-Botanist are now adrift on the sea.

What do we do? asks Carl-Botanist.

Prove ourselves, says Jean-Botanist.

Yes, says Carl-Botanist. But Ageless was going to instruct us.

He didn't get into the dinghy, says Jean-Botanist.

I don't think he's much of a sailor, says Carl-Botanist.

Too busy relaxing, says Jean-Botanist.

So it's just you and me,says Carl-Botanist.

And the oars, says Jean-Botanist.

They look at the oars.

The oars are a good size for an adult lobster, but not a good size for baby cuttlefish.

We could just swim for it, says Carl-Botanist.

We can't leave the vessel, says Jean-Botanist.

We're not the captain, says Carl-Botanist.

True, says Jean-Botanist. But how do we get ourselves over the sides?

Yikes! They can't do it.

They are in the bottom of the dinghy where Ageless dropped them.

We could climb onto the centreboard, says Carl-Botanist.

How? asks Jean-Botanist.

You climb up on my back, then pull yourself onto it, says Carl-Botanist.

What about you? asks Jean-Botanist.

You pull me up, says Carl-Botanist.

Yes! They already feel like proper sailors.

They do the manoeuvre.

Now they are both on the centreboard, but they still can't see over the side.

They look up at the sky.

The sky doesn't help them.

We might die here, says Jean-Botanist.

So much for glory, says Carl-Botanist.

What we need is an Oriental Neptune, says Jean-Botanist.

If we knew what it was, says Carl-Botanist.

I think it might be a compass, says Jean-Botanist.

Or a sea god, says Carl-Botanist.

 Either would do, says Jean-Botanist.

What nonsense! Are the botanists becoming delirious?

Have they begun to dry out?

And now they are hearing things. 

Someone is singing. 

Titi Lariti Ton Ton....