A small hawksbill turtle turned, glancing back at the LandWalkers that had brought him here, their tall, pale figures staring down at him.
"Goodbye, Rusty!" Called one of the LandWalkers, her language not understood by the young turtle.
He dug his flippers into the sand and glanced back at the already retreating figures of his owners. With a determined look, the brown turtle started to move forwards, leaving deep grooves in the sand under his flippers. A salty smell filled his nose, and it energized him. Finally, he reached the edge of the water, and slipped into it. His vision now tinted a blue/brown, he started swimming, gliding along. This was where he was meant to be. He was free! That was, until another turtle slammed into his side. Alarmed, Rusty started slapping the other with his flippers, trying to get free. The other broke away from him, laughing, and Rusty stared at him, confused and a little stunned.
"You fight well. For a house-turtle, anyways. I'm Grayshell! Mighty apprentice of Saltclan!" Grayshell crowed. Rusty stared at him, and finally spoke,
"What's an apprentice?"
Grayshell laughed.
"It means i'm in training. Learning how to catch fish and gather algae and sea sponges, all that! You didn't think I was a warrior yet, didya?"
"I- Um.."
Grayshell laughed.
April fools! LOL, happy April Fools Day.