NARRATION 7: TALES FROM THE LIDENBROOK SEA

a. RIVER OF HOPE

Eventually they found themselves expelled with great force into a fast-flowing river.
Exhausted, they clung to passing driftwood.
As the waters slowly calmed, a stillness filled the air, and as they viewed all around
them, they realised that they had been carried into a vast ocean stretching as far as
the eye could see to an achromatic horizon.
Behind them and on each side were enourmous cliffs and huge capes, the landscape
lit with clear dry whiteness in the nature of the aurora borealis, demonstrating the
incredible phenomena of endless daylight.
They had discovered The Lidenbrook Sea.

b. HUNTER AND HUNTED

A natural tide, goverened by the unseen moon, carried them to a shore within a small
cove.
Huge pieces of driftwood lay scattered all around, whilst beneath their feet the bones
of antedeluvian sea-reptiles formed a fossil beach.
Gazing out to sea they witnessed translucent fish from a far-gone age leap high above
the waves for but a brief second of time, before caressing the surface and
disappearing beneath the gentle swell of the ocean.
Above this playful exhibition, to their stunned amazement, a huge creature, a
pterodactyl, flew in ever-decreasing circles preparing to home in on its prey.
Behind them, from a crevice high in the cliff-face, the largest prehistoric winged lizard
from the Jurassic period prepared for flight.
The Quetzalcoatlus.
With a huge wingspan measuring twice that of its enourmous angular body, it took
off towards its predetermined battle zone.
Sensing danger the pterodactyl turned in mid-air to flee, but the speed and ferocity
of the attack had caught the creature completely unawares.
Its role as the hunter had now become that of the hunted.

c. FIGHT FOR LIFE

As the quetzalcoatlus inflicted wound after wound upon its hapless victim, large droplets
of blood rained into the sea below, forming dark crimson circular pools before being
hastily dispersed by the waves, eager to destroy all evidence.
As the pterodactyl lost its fight for life, it fell to the mercy of the oceans, where just
minutes earlier, the fish it had hunted for food now reversed the roles in natures play.
As the quetzalcoatlus returned to its refuge in the cliff-face, the Lidenbrook Sea gave no
clue as to the drama they had just witnessed.