Roxander was drifting away, into what seemed an endless ocean. Then a flash- a new, odd, unexplainable feeling to Roxander. What was happening? Minutes ago he had been lying down, munching on a crisp beetle he had been able to get his fingers on somehow. How could life be better? Relaxing, twiddling his tiny fingers- no stress. Just him and-
WSSSSHHHHHH
The current took him for over 5 minutes, face first, until he passed out in the mass of moving liquid he had never experienced before. Never seen. In fact, he hadn't seen anything, ever. Roxander lived in a world of darkness. A world of touch, taste, hear, and smell. Oh, could he smell. Rox had the most extraordinary nose anybody could imagine. He could sniff out a predator, pray, or approaching danger from literally a mile away.
3 days he floated, until atlas, he washed ashore on an island, out cold. Where the heck was he? An island? How on earth did he get from his comfy tunnel in Ohio, to the tropics? A brisk gust of wind shook him enough to jolt him out of his heavy faint. Suddenly, the world opened...
