1) Shipwrecked
How could this happen? He woke up to find himself inside some sort of box that had bars around him. Outside the bars were many different animals that seemed bipedal and disguised with striped fabrics. What were they? But there were familiar scents with him as well. There was one that filled his heart with joy, realizing it was his son. Mufasa immediately reached over and held Simba in his paw. He seemed to be sleeping.
There was another scent though and it didn't feel inviting.
"Scar?" he wondered.
Sure enough there was a brown lion with a thick black mane. He showed his evil green eyes to the golden lion.
"Hello brother," said he. "We're in a hole here you know."
"Where are we?" Mufasa stated.
"Who knows?" That was when Simba woke up to see his father.
"Dad?" he thought.
"Yes, I'm here son." Simba rubbed his face against his dad's foreleg.
"What happened?"
The last thing Mufasa remembered was rushing to Scar's help, hearing he was taken by something. Now it turned out that he was taken alongside with him, including his son. Who would do this?
"I don't know Simba, I don't know," was all Mufasa could say to him.
"These seem to be primates," he heard Scar speak.
Scar was only showing his back to Mufasa and Simba that they looked back to him.
"But they're busy."
These primates were running around that they were either pulling a string. The lions did not know they were sailors tending to the ship. The three were in a cage together that was set in the middle of the ship. None of the sailors went too close to them. They were too busy directing the sails with the wind.
These sailors were hired by a captain who was heading to America to ship these two lions and cub to the Central Park Zoo. He would be rich by then.
The ship was winding here and there making due to the heavy waves. Simba was feeling nauseated since he, his father, and uncle were swaying along with the ship. It was the first time for Simba to have this sickening feeling.
"Dad," he complained. "I don't feel so good."
Mufasa kept Simba by his side that they tried to sit regularly but the ship turned around again. Scar stayed at a corner. He didn't want to be near his brother and nephew.
He had plans with them back at the Pride Lands, involving a stampede and canyon. Would he have a chance to deal with them at this time? He has to think if only the swaying would stop he could stand easily.
Mufasa though wanted to get out of the cage and head back home with Simba by his side. He was the rightful king who everybody adored! Plus, his wife would be worried about him and Simba. How would she see him like this? He must escape.
Simba was still scared that he stayed by his father's side still feeling seasick. He could feel his stomach churn.
It wasn't the lions who were feeling under the weather though. Scar saw a few of the sailors looking green but most of them were strong.
It was a long ride for the three lions that it passed overnight, Scar, Mufasa, and Simba could barely sleep, what with the ship moving constantly, they couldn't get comfortable.
"What's going to happen to us Dad?" Simba asked. He was starting to lose his voice.
"It's okay Simba," Mufasa said, trying to reassure him. He could see the fear in Simba. "Try to sleep."
"I can't dad. I'm scared."
"Aren't we all," Scar piped up.
"You're scared Uncle Scar?"
"Who wouldn't be Simba? It takes to be tough as nails to survive. Survival of the fittest."
"Don't say that to him Scar!" Mufasa snapped.
"Oh, then we'll just die." Mufasa growled to him because Simba whined.
There were a few more days that Mufasa was with his son and brother on the ship that they were given some food from the sailors. The sailors only threw them chicken or fish. It was only Mufasa and Simba who ate. Scar didn't take a bite.
"Scar, you must eat," said Mufasa.
"You would eat from strangers, Mufasa?" Scar smirked.
Simba was chewing from a chicken bone that he spat out the bone.
"But we have to eat something Scar. What are you trying to prove?"
Scar didn't say anything. He was not ready to give up just yet. There must be another opportunity for him to murder Mufasa. How could he be king? But worse of all, why did he have to be in this cage with his annoying brother and nephew. Why of all animals it had to be them? Why?
"I know what you're thinking Scar," Mufasa prided. "But it's now between you and I. We will get out."
"There's no way out Mufasa," Scar remarked. "Hardly any luck will come." But Scar spoke to soon.
At that moment, Simba noticed the clouds were darker and gray, there wasn't any ray of sunlight. He could sense danger was coming that he told his dad. The sailors even stopped their daily chores and were looking up to the sky.
"Hoist the mainsail!" yelled a sailor. "Storm's a comin'! Secure the rigging!"
The three lions watched the sailors rush around that they were tying ropes to the edges of the ship and some were climbing up a post and started to pull up the sail. But unfortunately, there was a blast of heavy wind that threw the sail off the post. All the sailors were panicking. Scar could see a sailor at the helm of the ship trying to direct but everywhere around them was water. These waves were larger than anything the lions have ever seen. They were larger than the ship almost as big as Pride Rock itself. In the meantime, it started to rain after a loud rumble of thunder came.
Mufasa, Scar, and Simba were lucky they were under a wooden ceiling that the rain didn't hit them. There was another wave that was bigger this time. The ship had no way of surviving this wave that it covered the whole ship. Sailors were running around while water splashed onto the boat it reached over to the lions, soaking them. Scar pouted because he hated to get wet but Simba liked the feeling. Mufasa felt the same as Scar.
Now the ship was starting to rock hard that it leaned to the left side, Mufasa and Simba were collided against Scar.
"Get off me!" Scar yelled.
"I can't!" Mufasa yelled back.
Mufasa did try to get up but the ship was leaning farther to the left, he didn't have a chance.
The captain of the ship was ordering his men around that they held tightly onto the ropes while he kept the helm on his hands. But the wind was strong he lost his grip and went flying off. The ship was turned over on its left. Sailors and the captain were thrown into the ocean including the animals. Scar and Mufasa were lost for thought but Mufasa kept his grip on his son. Waddling their paws around they tried to swim to the surface. They were still stuck in the cage losing their breaths.
Scar noticed the door on the cage that he banged it open. After a few hits, it opened. Mufasa saw Scar swimming out of the cage that he followed him, keeping his teeth on Simba's tuft. The lions swam to the surface that they gasped for breath.
Many waves were everywhere that was covering the ship which was upturned. They could only see the bottom of it. There were many wooden planks around them that Scar and Mufasa went to a large one. The two lions were able to get on top that Mufasa put Simba down once they were on. The lions shook the water off their fur but it was still raining and winds were gushing, creating titanic waves. Scar and Mufasa kept their claws on the wood while the wind was pushing them to and fro. Simba was petrified; he fell back in the water.
"Dad!" he cried.
Mufasa jumped back in the water and went for his son. He took hold of his tuft and swam back to the plank.
The storm was fierce that the lions were holding the plank for their dear lives. It felt like it was going to be forever when these winds would die down and the rain and thunder would cease. It went on for three nights.
"What do we do now?" Simba wondered.
The storm finally died down that the lions were lying down on the plank. The ocean was now calm.
"How are we going to get home?"
Mufasa and Scar were thinking the same thing.
"I don't know Simba," Mufasa replied. "But we must survive."
"But there's nothing to eat around here," said Simba.
"Are you blind?" Scar teased. "We're on the ocean. There's fish underneath us."
Mufasa only laid on the plank while Scar looked down. He found a fish close to the surface that Scar reached down and tried to claw it but the fish was fast. He reached down and again tried to claw it. Three claws dug into the fish's scales. He picked up the fish and ate it instantly.
"How about you try to fish for Simba, Scar?" Mufasa suggested.
"Feed yourself," Scar pouted. He ate a piece of the fish.
Sighing, Mufasa reached into the water. He was able to claw a fish instantly and gave it to Simba. Then Mufasa helped himself.