Upon his exit from the Abyss, the man was greeted by an intense amount of sunlight, almost blinding him. After squinting his eyes suddenly, he arched himself backwards upon instinct, causing him to lose balance.

Just as he was about to fall back into what he made out to be water, a hand reached out and grabbed his left arm, pulling him violently back onto the wooden docks. He breathed heavily, but then slowly looked up at the person who saved him. 

It was an old man, who whilst nothing seemed disturbing, he was unusually green, and somewhat like a turtle or other similar Reptilian. The man looked confused at the figure before him.

“Ya alright there fella? Ya seemed to come out of some kinda portal.”

The man looked back to see that the portal to the Abyss had vanished since his arrival; it probably went away when he was losing balance, he thought.

‘I-I’m okay good-’

He once again looked at the figure before him, this time noticing more of their distinct features.

“What’s the matter, never seen a Reptilis before?”

‘R-r-Reptilis?’

The old person laughed heavily.

“Oh I see, you’re one a’ those ain’t ya?”

‘Look sir(?), I do not wish to bring harm, I just need to find my bearings a bit.’

“I see. I see. Well you’re in a good spot pal, this place is a harbour after all."

‘Harbour?’

The entire area of wooden planks formed together into a massive harbour, stretching out for quite a few miles. The area both of them were was quite near a small pitstop area. It had a small shop, a bar, and somewhat further back, was a museum of various boats and other sea attractions.

The man gazed over at it, trying to identify anything he may recognize, for whatever reason.

“Don’t worry about that old place, ‘tis just a bunch a’ looted goods ‘n’ such.”

The man turned back to the old man.

‘Is there anywhere I could stay here? Or somewhere near you could take me?’

“No can do I’m afraid, there ain’t much here or near for all I’m aware. Plus, my boat was just taken a good while ago.”

‘Taken?! By whom?’

The old man was about to speak, before his words seemed to be rather adrift and aimless. His mouth moved but the words seemed to be absent. Or perhaps the man couldn’t quite hear him properly.

‘What did you say just now?’

“They must have gotten you as well huh…” The old man looked somewhat disappointed, with a glint of fear in his eyes.

“Let me put it in a way that you will understand. The folks in the museum are using it for a permanent exhibition.”

The words which couldn’t be made out earlier seemed to form outside of their given breath, an after effect if you will. They said ‘Those bastards over by the museum, the government running this place have stolen it.’

A form of dissonance ran over the man, causing his gaze on reality to be almost blurry. He focused in on the ground, with the air coming back into his body.

‘I think I understand.’

“Haha, good to know. Perhaps now you understand why I can’t take you anywhere friendo.”

‘That’s where you’re wrong.’

“Eh?”

The man looked around wearily, he couldn’t spot anyone around, it seemed as if the signs of life he recognised no longer existed.

He focused his gaze back to the old man, and stared at him with intent.

‘I’m going to visit the museum to see the exhibition, and then you can take me somewhere else.’

The old man was puzzled by this, and a stammer came upon him as he tried to deliver his words.

“B-b-You seriously don’t think you can do that right?”

The man looked at him, his gaze seemingly becoming a form of expressed steel.

“Look..I’ve tried many a time to g-visit the exhibit, but simply no luck! You can’t do it even if you tried hard enough!”

The man still stood definitely before the old man, his gaze not wavering.

‘Yes. I. Will. Yes. I. Can.’

The old man recoiled partly, with a wash of dread coming over him.

“I see, I see. Well I wish you luck young fella.”

The man’s face began to crack a small smile.

‘Thanks old man.’

He began to walk to the platform and start his trail.

‘Remember this, you owe me one.’

“Hehaaha. I will remember that buster.”

The man strutted off towards the museum in the distance, with an air of intensity and boldness to himself. The old man kept watch as he ventured off.

He went back to the port, and looked at the small dingy boat which he called ‘home’. There were several household objects strown across a duvet and a few pillows, both of which were old and worn.

“That young flame…He’ll burn brighter than I ever could. Haha..”

Just as he was about to reach for something in the dingy, footsteps approached him from behind.