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Seventh Shore –Before the legend of the great leader of Atlantis, there was just a teenager. A gifted teenager who grew up in Seventh Shore…
Beginnings Part 11991 –Seventh Shore, Maryland
It was so dark out, about 2:30 AM. The soaking wet, naked woman ran through the roads and patches of sand. She pulled her dark hair back as she came to the church. She was carrying a small wooden basket. The basket contained her one-year-old baby, a beautiful blonde boy, soaking wet from the ocean, but sleeping soundly.
"This is it," the woman said, "This is the place whereI shallgive upmy child." She looked down at her baby as tears came to her eyes. "This is going to be the last time I see you for a long time. sniff Don't worry; Your daddy made sure you'd be able to survive on the surface world. And we've already chosen a loving, worthy man who will adopt you. sniff Oh dear, I wish I could keep you. But no one would accept you back at Atlantis," She looked down and kissed the baby and said, "Orin. "
She started to feel faint. She couldn't stay on the surface world for too long. She started to cough. So she quickly left the basket on the porchof thehouse and she left quickly.
That morning, a man went out to the front porch of his shore side house. He saw a strange package sitting there, so he picked it up and read the letter attached to it.
2005 –Seventh Shore, Maryland
There was water. Lots of it. The boy was just floating in it. He felt like he could do anything there. Dark, underwater, he felt invincible. Then, he looked down, and he saw it; All of the creatures of the sea. Every single plankton, to each humpback whale. They all stood motionless. The sharks could have devoured the blue fish, and the sardines could have scurried away, but they all just floated there. They seemed to be waiting for the boy, waiting for his command…
RIIIIIING!
The boy drearily woke up. It was a hot, summer-like morning in Seventh Shore, Maryland. The boy got up and pushed some of the pillows on the floor out of the way. His dirty blonde hair was a mess, and he was a wearing a tank and fish-print boxers, fairly common sleeping attire for the teenagers of Seventh Shore around this time. He walked into the bathroom door, for it was closed, but his drowsiness didn't let him notice it. He knocked on the door, though he knew who was there. "C'mon Dad, I hafta take a shower!"
"I'll be out in a sec Arthur! Why don't you just go get your clothes, or eat cereal or something!" yelled his father. The boy, Arthur, went downstairs to the wooden patio. It stretched out just enough so that his father, Tom Curry, could fish right in the comfort of his own home. Tom owned a fishing shop, which was just outside of their shore-side house.
Arthur loved the view of the ocean. He often looked at the ocean, the waves, the shore, and the fish. It comforted him. The water felt like a sanctuary to him. Just outside the large window in his room, there was another smaller patio. Arthur went there often. He called it his 'Ocean Kingdom' because it had several objects that meant a lot to him; his fishing pole, his fish bowl, home to his pet seahorse, 'Lad', and an atlas, for him to look up oceans and what not. In the summer, he would lie on the top part of the roof above the patio to sleep. The sounds of the ocean calmed him easily.
But today, he was waiting to use the only bathroom. He went into the living room and turned on the T.V. "In local news, several Seventh Shore boaters and fishermen have recently reported suspicious activity miles away from the Seventh Shore docks. These mysterious nocturnal boats may be linked to the poaching of several sea turtle shells. If you have any information, contact the Seventh Shore police at 987-" Arthur turned off the T.V. in disgust. He just hated poaching and the killing of sea life, besides for basic fishing, like his Dad's business.
"I'm done Arth, you can use the shower now!" Yelled his Dad from the bedroom. Arthur ran up the stairs, but just before he went into the bathroom, his Dad stopped him and said, "Hey Arthur, I know it's kind of late, but what do you want for your birthday?" Arthur stopped to think. His sixteenth birthday was in about 3 days. Arthur didn't plan on asking for anything. Every year it was just he and his Dad, nothing big. And he was fully content with his life for now. "Uhh, you know what? My own kingdom in the sea would be nice." He said jokingly. His Dad said, "If you want an Atlantis, you're going to have to fight for it!" Arthur nodded saying, "Fine. I'll settle with another bathroom." And with that he closed the door.
Tom Curry smiled and walked toward his bedroom, but his smile slowly subsided when he noticed remembered the deal. He went into his closet and buried in a shoebox in the bottom was a necklace with a charm; a golden letter 'A.' Tom looked at the necklace carefully and he decided to put in a vacant drawer in his room and locked it. He decided that Arthur wouldn't mind if he buried the secret of his parents for another year or so. But little did he know, that Arthur's parents were the ones who wouldn't be happy…