AQUOS / アクオス
A Disney Original Concept
Part 1: Moving Day and a History Lesson
[Open in on a blurry yet narrow vision of what looks like an oceanic coastline, waves crashing in and out around the shore. The location of this very rigged waveland seemed to be at a massive unknown. Just then, a girl's voice cut through the noise of seawater clashing about; a girl who just so happened to be narrating what seemed to be something of old.]
Girl's voice: *happily* Hi, dudes. You settling into your seats okay? I know, this seems way like you were thrown into a gritty story at the last minute, but hold your colour, and try not to wipe out, okay? 'Cuz this story's actually an tubular myth...
[The camera begins to harken down under the waters, as all that existed down under these waves beyond the bubbles and the simplicity of the saltwater at the moment were just small forms of fish.]
Girl's voice: You may not believe this wave of news here, but this is the myth of an underwater civilization known quite simply as Atlantia. What, that not sound totally rad already? Well, you're in for something even deeper...
[Suddenly a beam of crystalline blue streaked right by. Where it came from had yet to be known.]
Girl's voice: *questioning* Do you dudes believe in mermaids?
[A shadow swam right by the screen, almost mysteriously after the blue beam fired by.]
Girl's voice: *chuckles* Well... buy it or don't, you guys... but Atlantia was home to a huge civilization of them, hundreds of years ago too! Even moreso? They were under war...
[A myriad more shadows swam by, as one of the shadows revealed themselves to be a half-fish, half-human hybrid wielding a large special trident. A mermaid, in actuality; wearing some form of black clothing covering its top half. In addition, it wore gold and silver armor pads on its shoulders and body. It also wore a helmet which covered the entire face from visible sight and also had gold accents. This mermaid held his weapon against what was coming up from the dark waters around.]
Girl's voice: Yeah, you heard right; clean out the ear wax... mermaids! And you wanna know who these buddies were fighting?
[As more of the mermaid warriors began to reveal themselves from the shadows, almost in a orderly and defensive fashion, from out of nowhere, a huge roaring screech began to resound around the underwater ambiance, yet that didn't seem to phase the warrior's stacked up in the place.]
Girl's voice: Let's just call these creatures... well, rumoured creatures, may I add... "pollution incarnate".
[From out of nowhere, large violet almost barracuda-looking creatures flew out, all bearing incredibly monstrous teeth and feral red eyes. They swam almost vigorously and angrily at the mermaids ahead.]
Girl's voice: These creatures were called Poseidons. Bad enough they were named after a water god... when all they do is destroy and pollute...
[As these creepy creatures swam right by, they spread nothing but tainted trails. They polluted the water as they swam by, certainly befitting to the name "pollution incarnate". As one opened it's twisted and monstrous jaws to attack one of the mermaids, one of the mermaids defensively pulled out it's stylized trident and fired a crystal blue beam at the large Poseidon monster. The beam only did so much, but it made the creature flinch back a bit for the mermaid to move aside. It was touch and go between Mermaids and Poseidons. The monsters were chasing down the mermaids at every turn, and even worse, polluting with ever square inch swam. The Mermaid species obviously didn't want that, so they tailgated and started firing more beams at the monstrous Poseidons from the circles they seemed to swim in.]
Girl's voice: *sternly* The truth is... Mermaids and Poseidons had fought on... for a long time. Like I said. Hundreds. Of. Years.
[This one struggle circle evolved in due time. More joined in. And then more joined in. Until there became well over hundreds in a single battle in one whole ocean sector. One mermaid spared with the Poseidon trying to bite him. Another got bitten and infected by the Poseidon as it sunk it's teeth right into the poor soul. Every which way, Mermaids and Poseidons were fighting in some way or another; so much so that it became mad to even try and catch up with the action. A Poseidon then floated right by the screen, as a Mermaid burst at the screen with a crystal blue beam, causing transition.]
[Over their respective parts of the huge ocean battlegrounds and throughout the mermaid and Poseidon chaos, the reflection of two faces had stared each other down as the fighting had raged. One had looked rather old, big and wise, bearing a human figure with everything a Mermaid had on. Armour, long fragrant white hair, a large sceptre with jewels and a hermit crab shell design to it, and to this large man's credit, one of the more built of the figures; his muscles were built up. The other though, had a much more darker and sicker complexion to him. His body looked slender yet twisted, he had pale blue skin and dark black hair, dead white eyes, and his limbs were done up in chains, save for his lower half; which was like a squid and shark fusion. The girl then continued.]
Girl's voice: Alongside the righteous dudes and mean water demons, you had the Gods controlling them... one was my main man, Neptune. Big, strong... well, kinda hunky, I'll admit for as far as a young girl like myself can admit before it starts looking creepy, but anyways-- *ahem* and to be honest, the better of these two. The other was a disgusting dude named Leviathan... a demigod. You see, these two stood for separate sides of the ocean. Neptune, my man! *laughs* He stood for cleanliness, clarity! Basically making the ocean look awesome! The other, Leviathan... existed solely for messing that up. He served for pollution. Bleck! Gross! So, you dudes know this war was simply for clarity and pollution's sake.
[The camera focused on the Mermaid / Poseidon battlefield again, as there lied more and more weak bodies of Mermaids AND of the pollutant Poseidons laying around. The fighting wouldn't stop or give it a rest for one minute. On one turn, another body of a Poseidon fell right to the ground, losing it's polluting power. On another, a poor armour-ripped Mermaid fell down, having his trident fly by and away as slowly as the physics of the underwater realm could allow.]
Girl's voice: The poor Mermaids were losing so much... I had to feel bad for the dudes, especially after all the warring on they did.
[The war had gotten to the point where just seeing so many of the members of the civilization lost was just sad to watch and wasn't worth it for Leviathan's wants.]
Girl's voice: It got to the point where this warfare and insanity simply whipped the dude Neptune into shape.
[Inside Neptune's palace, which was built up from colourful rocks, coral and shells merged into a solid and looked more like monochromatic shells; Neptune had stepped out onto the decks of his palace, eyeing the continuing carnage and kissed a large shimmering violet shell.]
Girl's voice: So, Neptune cast a spell on this shell to take care of business...
[Neptune had cracked the shell with his hand and then chucked it right up to the top of the water, and above all the chaos ensuing below. A powerful enigmatic rainbow-hued light shined through the cracks, and in a matter of moments, the shell had broken, spreading a spell onto the landscape from which Neptune and Leviathan battled on.]
[Suddenly, the spell inside had started turning everything in the warzone at the time; the Mermaids, the Poseidons, and even the respective battlefields to a hard as stone fossilization. So much of the battleground had started to freeze into a very daint and dingy grey, as the fossilized corpses of the Mermaids and of the Poseidons all sank onto the sandy seafloor ever so lightly. Neptune took a seat at his palace, and then watched as the entire kingdom he ruled over, and the opposite end become nothing but grey and unmoving, even himself turn right into fossilized grey...]
Girl's voice: And his plan worked... the dude wanted the fighting to stop; and in the process, he flash-froze everything and everyone into fossils. The water war had finally stopped, and there was lots left behind. By now, many of the fossilized warriors and creatures would be under the sandy escapades of the seafloor, never to be found again... The war was over, but totally not won or lost... but you wanna know something?
[The screen then faded out from the grey fossil land, with her words finally finishing up.]
Girl's voice: Maybe proof of that world still exists after the war? After all... anything's possible in this whole wide world...
[Then with a blur, the "AQUOS" logo comes in, stays on the screen as the Disney logo appears up top it, then the whole thing blurs right out with the sound of a phased crash of waves.]
[The girl's voice narrating the beginning returned, piping up from out of the black...]
Girl's voice: So, you're probably wondering; who was this ever-so-radical narrator to the whole legend there, right? Well...
[The screen then crashes in on a girl's face. The girl seemed to have a fluffy type of hairstyle done up in a single spunky pigtail with curls in the back. The hair was brown with a slight tan colour to it, and the girl also had a nice pair of aquatic blue eyes. She looked incredibly bored, for the time, with her hand mushed against her cheek.]
??????: *groans lowly*
Girl's voice: That's... me. *giggles* Charming little spunk, ain't she? My name's Marina. Marina Coralyte!
[Marina was standing on the front of a ship, donning a usual attire of a beige shirt over top of what looked like a swimsuit; as the back ties of her orange top poked out of the back of her shirt, and her shorts had lacing let down. Her shorts had a orange and yellow design, with a duo of red stripes coming down the right side of them. To top it off, her feet were adorned with marine blue sandals with crystal blue porpoises on the soles. On the detail of where Marina was, this ship had a ton of boxes locked into the cabin, and what looked like a number of surfboards as well. There was also the faint sound of a radio; playing the familiar sound of a Beach Boys song. "Somewhere Near Japan", to be exact.]
[The bored Marina then spoke up out of her belayed mood, piping up to someone at the back of the ship.]
Marina: *ridiculously bored* Mom?... Mom?...
[A woman popped out from the dock of the ship. This woman had a bandana around her head and long locks of dark blue hair with a floral design, and a shirt and a dress that complimented one another well; with red and green colours. Telling from Marina's "mom" calls, this woman was obviously Ms. Coralyte. She piped up to Marina.]
Ms. Coralyte: Yes, Marina?
Marina: Mom, why the heck did we have to move away? I loved where we lived, like a freshwater goby to a stream!
Ms. Coralyte: We went over this before; your grandparents wanted us to come because they found something we thought we'd both like...
Marina: *crosses arms* But I loved California! Because of this move, I have to reset my life! All my friends are gonna miss me! A-- and even worse, no more contests! You don't know how much a surfer hates being away from water, dude!
Ms. Coralyte: *smiles* I know, I know... but I'm sure you'll find new friends and new waves here, anyways...
Marina: *turns head and stares out of at the sea* So uncool... *sighs*
[Suddenly, as if someone pressed the pause button on the film, the film stopped with a rather old-looking pause frame. Marina then started to explain herself, almost like over a picture frame.]
Marina's voice: *ahem* You dudes are probably thinking "what was that all about"? Well, lemme explain, 'cuz we have a long time before we get where we're going!
[The picture frame then switched over to a big family picture, of Ms. Coralyte and Marina in their usual attires; but also of a big muscled man with spiky hair, a smirk and a black shirt and white and blue shorts with a lightning pattern over them. He has his hand over Marina's shoulder, implying a fatherly prospect.]
Marina's voice: See, back in the day; our family was a whole... and one of the most eccentric in California. We lived there for as long as I can remember. My mom of course was always there, but she was of course, soft and outgoing. Now, my dad on the other hand wasn't the same! My dad was awesome...
[The picture frame then switched to a video the very same muscled man, surfing over huge waves among the California beachline's awe and public. Even diminutive 8-year-old Marina at the time looked on with an allure.]
Marina's voice: My father was known as the legendary surfer "Big Tsunami" Coralyte. Though, to me; he was always Dad. To surfers, he was like their king of California waves and to me, he made a huge impact on my life...
[Marina watched him glide through the waves at one of the "Kahuna Riders" surfing contests he attended. A left he pulled, a right he pulled! What energy he had and what balance he had truly showed as he shredded the waters with his board.]
[The frame switched again to a myriad of pictures of him holding trophies and his surfboard in a proud manner, still donning the lightning-patterned swimtrunks in each.]
Marina's voice: And it totally showed, man! So many trophies he won, so many surfboards he had... surfers respected him EVERYWHERE! Heck, one night after I turned 9, he took me into his room.
[Another video clip started playing. Mr. Coralyte sat down in his room, holding a freshly waxed board with a orange and red floral pattern on it. Marina veered into his father's den, with a confused yet happy demeanor.]
Young Marina: Daddy? You wanted to see me?
Mr. Coralyte: Marina. *smiles* Come on in, little dudette.
Young Marina: A-- am I in trouble because I stole the cookies again?
Mr. Coralyte: *laughs* No, Marina, no... I called you in here because I've got a gift for you. From "Big Tsunami" Coralyte himself.
Young Marina: *looks on* Oh? A gift?
[Mr. Coralyte handed out the floral board over to the young girl, as her eyes instantly lit up at the sight of the surfboard. She grabbed it with an euphoric awe.]
Young Marina: Daddy, is this what I think this is?
Mr. Coralyte: *smiles* Yes, Marina; it's one of my prized surfboards. In fact, it's one of the first ever ones I've been gifted. I call it the "hibiscus high" surfboard.
Young Marina: B-- but Daddy, you don't have to!
Mr. Coralyte: Actually, I wanted to. *puts hand on Marina's shoulder* Whenever I'm at my surfing contests, you always watch me. You've got a look in your eye that screams "little surfer girl".
Young Marina: *lights up* But I've got a lot to live up to! I mean, you're THE "Big Tsunami"!
Mr. Coralyte: *chuckles* Just remember, believe in yourself. You never know what you're able to do if you keep saying "no" to it. And if you keep it up, you may become just like me... heck; maybe even have a nickname of your own! Wouldn't it be nice?
Young Marina: *smiles* Yes, Daddy! It would! *hugs him* Thank you so much!
Mr. Coralyte: *hugs her back* You're welcome... my sweet little dudette...
[Current Marina began to speak up again, with the tiding of something else to darken what was already a happy tune.]
Marina's voice: Of course, after all that... tragedy really struck.
[The scenery switches to a clip with Ms. Coralyte on the ground, in tears, as Marina walked right in, fresh from a nap.]
Young Marina: *yawns* Mom? What's the matter? And where's Daddy?
Past Ms. Coralyte: *silently in tears, then speaks up* Look... look at the news, honey... *sobs uncontrollably*
[Poor Marina didn't know what was wrong until she walked over and flicked on the television set inside their old Californian house. The news report wasn't the news she intended on waking up on...]
News Reporter On TV: Our breaking news today on KABC-TV News, this morning there was a powerful car crash...
[Marina saw the two cars as quickly as the television shown, collided metal and parts everywhere, as she was still listening to the news.]
News Reporter On TV: ...on the row and road of Satin Avenue. Involved in the car crash was popular and avid Californian surfer "Big Tsunami" Coralyte, 8-time winner of the "Kahuna Riders" surfing contest. May we wish his family the best in this unfortunate time...
[The youth Marina then looked on with horror and with tears starting to attend her eyes. She couldn't believe her eyes, her own dad, who gave her a surfboard the previous night, had died in the most unfortunate of ways.]
Young Marina: D-- Daddy... No...
[With that, Ms. Coralyte hugged Marina, as the poor 9-year-old burst right into tears from the news. The two were in the kind of sad embrace that anyone would have when someone was taken away from the most crushing of means... almost literally.]
Past Ms. Coralyte: I-- I'm sorry, Marina...
Young Marina: *sobbing* Dad-- daddy... *rubs her eyes*
[The video then shifted to a clip of the funeral service, as a large group of people; from surfers with surfboards, fellow peers, and the two Coralyte family members who stayed in California stood in front of the grave, youthful Marina included.]
Young Marina: *lowly* Daddy said to be strong and to keep up the faith. You never know what will happen if you keep saying "no", he said.
Past Ms. Coralyte: Huh? Is that true?
Young Marina: *to Ms. Coralyte* Maybe that's what we gotta do now that he's gone... right Mom?
Past Ms. Coralyte: *looks surprised and nods* Y-- you're right... *hugs Marina*
[Suddenly, after the two Coralyte family members hugged eachother, there was a sniffing noise that was cutting through the noise and ambiance of the moment. It was obvious who this was.]
Marina's voice: *sniffs* I-- I'm not crying! I-- I just got something in my eye...m-- man it's stuck in there! *sniff* OH, WHO AM I KIDDI-HI-HI-HING!? *sobs for a moment* A-- Hmmhmm! Hmgh! *cough*
[Another frame paused as Marina quickly revived from her random sad attack there.]
Marina's voice: *yells* ANYWAYS!
[The frame changed to another video, as it showed the grown Marina, at about age 10 now, stepping onto the beachside, holding her father's board. She walked up to a sign-up tent at the side of the beach, to a man who was a little on the pudgy side.]
Young Marina: Excuse me, dude?
Vendor: Uhh, yes young mis-- oh...
Marina's voice: The moment I turned 10, on June 28th, I took right to where the surfer dudes test themselves...
Young Marina: I want to sign up for the "Kahuna Riders" contest. Today. *smiles*
Vendor: U-- but that's usually more for adult competi--
Young Marina: You wanna tell me otherwise? Listen up! My father was "Big Tsunami", the best surfer these Californian seas have seen! And you not gonna tell her daughter that he can't fall in his footsteps, am I wrong?
Young Marina: Am I wrong!?
Vendor: *surveys her up and down*
[The fat vendor looked at her quite simply. The surfboard she grasped onto was an instant bomb to tell him that she was indeed "Big Tsunami" Coralyte's daughter. She even looked a bit like an a effeminate version of her father, standing with a two-piece swimsuit that bore the warm colour scheme of orange and yellow, completed by twin red stripes going down the sides of both her top and her shorts. This also something that seemed to carry into her attire today, that was for sure. She looked rather irritated at the moment too.]
Marina's voice: Yeah, you could tell I was way cocky back then... heck, I even am now, dude.
Vendor: Y-- you're Marina? The girl "Big Tsunami" boasted about?
Young Marina: Uhh, duh! Now, can I surf in the contest or not?
Vendor: *writes down on note* Marina... Coralyte... Fine, you're in. *gives a thumbs-up*
[After that, like any impatient 10-year-old at the time, she boredly watched and waited as the other surfers went from the corner of the beach. She drank a soda as she waited.]
Announcer: First up on the surfing contest today is the 22-year-old prodigy "Splash Shawn", known for his zig-zag surfing style and being a stellar dude on the leggy...
Young Marina: *unenthused* Zig-zags? Gimme a break. *drinks from her soda* Mmm...
[Time had passed by about a few entries, with the waves they shredded being nothing but child's play to Marina, almost ironically.]
Young Marina: *drinks more from her soda can, belching* Excuse me. Nothing but kiddy pool waves here, ankle busters at best...
Random Man: And a little girl like you thinks you can do better?
Young Marina: Well, I appreciate all these surfers here for the effort they're pulling off... nothing but great shredding... but it's nothing like "Big Tsunami".
Random Man: Right, and you think you're like him?
Young Marina: *sticks out tongue* You're looking at the daughter of him. *winks*
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, our next entrant is about to step on; now will she come on up please?
Young Marina: *chugs the rest of her soda, tossing the can away into a trash with a huge belch* Excuse me! But I got business to attend to. *humming "Surf Jam"*
[SONG: SURF JAM (by The Beach Boys) *beginning point*]
[Suddenly, the announcer in his booth began to call out to the Californian beachgoers watching that someone new was going to step up.]
Announcer: Alrighty, ladies and gentlemen, our next entrant is a surprising one, a little girl at that!
[The crowd then gasped at the words of "little girl". A little girl take on the waves by herself? What were people supposed to think?]
Announcer: But this little girl has a very surprising backstory behind her, as she is the daughter of local surfing legend "Big Tsunami" Coralyte! Please welcome "Tsunami's Daughter" herself...
[Marina walked right up to the coastline, as the announcer called her very name out. Her heart pounded with excitement, and it showed from the grin on her face.]
Announcer: MARINA CORALYTE!!
Marina's voice: This was the day I became a surfer... the day I made myself a true Coralyte.
[The crowd roared to this girl's awe, as Marina took right to the water with a run, as she leapt and landed with her board right onto the waves. The waves were just starting to pick up too.]
Young Marina: Bring on the seafoam, dude!
[She then slid with a paddle up the wave, almost in a similar way to her father, and stood right her board climbing on the towering wave that was building up.]
Announcer: She's on top of the wave, she's got perfect form like her daddy before him, "Tsunami's Daughter" is off to a great start!!
Young Marina: Okay, baby waveriders, now let's not josh around! Let's add some spice to this shred! Akaw!
[Marina took her balance and put it to the test, as she not only zig-zagged around the wave, but also flipped off the wave only to land on the very top, almost like a skater would to a grind. She then held the top of her board with great balance and accuracy, and from all these tricks, it showed that "Big Tsunami" definitely had something passed onto her daughter.]
Announcer: Air, shredding and all of the above? She's doing a ton on this overhead pipeline here! We thought she was just a kook, a gremmie or a shubie, but she totally threw us off! This young gidget's totally ripping it!
Young Marina: *smirks* Time for something else... *spins her board*
[Marina then took her board around and spun it off into the air, leaping off and pulling off a stellar 180 before landing on the wave, still propelled high.]
Announcer: And even a 180! This heavy wave is being shredded and torn apart by this girl right here!
[By now, the crowd began chanting out the nickname "Tsunami's Daughter" over and over, as she was ripping the wave apart. Marina had noticed the wave was breaking, so she thought of one final trick to pull off. She took one end of the board, threw it into the air, and leapt off, going to catch it.]
Announcer: WHOA! Dude! This trick's a new one! It's right off the pocket-- it's--
[Marina grabbed the board in mid-air, slammed it onto the wave, spun it around and then spun right off the wave, catching air and then landing right into the seafoamed water behind her. The wave then crashed behind her with a large rupture of water.]
Young Marina: *smiles* Call me "Tsunami's Daughter". Thank you very much, dudes!
Announcer: THAT trick was an air-covered, shoved, grinded, slashed and even kickflipped! A roaring trick that landed her back into the soup! Just like her father? You bet!!
[The crowd chanted "Tsunami's Daughter", the atmosphere just seemed to boom with inspiration, and even moreso; Marina's first try into the contests was a roaring success.]
Marina's voice: And from that moment on...
[The picture then switched to a few pictures being swapped out, from Marina holding onto a trophy, to her enjoying a soda in front of her Dad's surfboard she owned, and then to another of her holding twin trophies. She continued with her story as the myriad of beach-keen pictures continued.]
Marina's voice: I was known as "Tsunami's Daughter", winning trophies and surfing contests around the board, and even more rad? I was like the poster child for Californian surf, kinda like my dad before he... well... passed. I won the "Kahuna Riders" contest 4 times as well! You could say Dad would be VERY proud of his "little surfer girl".
[Just then, as all the pictures laid themselves on a table, the imagery then paused, quite like earlier.]
[SONG: SURF JAM (by The Beach Boys) *ending point*]
Marina's voice: But you think that's the whole story of the Coralytes? Oh, there's one more little addition I forgot...
[The picture then switched to a clip of a while back, when freshly turned 11-year-old Marina walking along the Californian beachside later during sundown, dressed in her swimsuit and walking back from another successful surf.]
Marina's voice: You see, one day I was walking back from a surfing trip, and I noticed something SO uncool...
[Marina heard squealing slightly, as she looked down to find a diminutive sea turtle caught in a six pack ring. She rushed over to the poor little turtle, dropping her board to go to the poor turtle, who was using his tiny little limbs to try and get the pack ring off his head.]
Marina's voice: A little turtle was stuck in some trash! I don't know what jerk left the poor buddy like that, but dude, I couldn't just leave him there...
Young Marina: Whoa, little guy! Hold on a sec, stop pecking at that thing!
Young Marina: *grabs the ring* Hold still...
[Marina had grabbed onto the ring, and using the strength she had, tried to tug at the thing. One tug didn't work, but then another actually punctured it. With another tug, Marina had broke the ring, and threw it away into a trash nearby, running back to the little sea turtle.]
Young Marina: You okay, dude?
????: *picks at his leg* Egh...
Young Marina: *alarmed, gasps*
[Marina looked at the poor creature's leg, to find that it was scratched at and injured. Marina then picked the sea turtle up.]
Young Marina: You're a cute little sea spunk, aren't ya? B-- but your leg's totally wiped...
Young Marina: Here... I live fairly closeby, why don't I take care of you and then you can go on back to your Mom?
????: *looks lowly*
Young Marina: Wait, why so glum? Does the little dude not have a Mom?
????: *lets out a squeak and a nod*
[Marina couldn't believe it. A sea turtle without any parents? She couldn't just leave it, because she knew that a seagull or pelican will come and swoop it up for dinner. She also felt bad because of what happened with her Dad, so she could sympathize with the poor turtle.]
Young Marina: My Dad's gone too, so I can totally feel for you... here's an idea. You may not have any folks, but you ran into me, a surfer girl who isn't gonna go and abandon you. Maybe you'd like to get that leg healed up, and even better, have someone you can look up to... like a family maybe?
????: *points at Marina*
Young Marina: *nods* You got it! That's exactly who'll be looking after you!
[The turtle's hazel eyes lit up, as he climbed right onto Marina's shoulder, as she ran back and grabbed her board.]
Young Marina: Me? Your Mommy? Heck no! *laughs* But I'm your friend now, as you are mine, little dude! Hey, do you have a name, little guy?
????: *shakes head*
Young Marina: *thinks to self* Well... hey, here's one! What about Romy? It's Latin for "sea dew", learnt it from one of my school textbooks!
????: R-- Romy?
Young Marina: You'll catch on. *chuckles*
Romy: Romy... *smiles*
[With that, the two had walked off from the beach, as Marina had continued and ended her long story short with her narration.]
Marina's voice: From here on in, me and Romy have been best buddies in every way possible. You could say we're completely alike! *laughs*
[The picture of them walking then faded out, as Marina finished her tale and the imagery cut back to her gazing out at sea, on pause as left before.]
Marina's voice: A few days after I met Romy, Ma told me the grandparents found someplace for us, and then that's where we are today. So, did that kill a bit of time? Dude, I hope it did. 'Cuz I'm cutting the whole "talking to myself" act here. Well, now that we're acquainted, caught up and down now. Got it, locked it, down with it? Good, 'cuz I'm shutting up now.
[With that, the visuals began to press the play button again, as Marina stared out, and Romy climbed up to her shoulder, gazing out with her. Marina looked with a smile and continued. By now; the song on the radio switched to another Beach Boys song; "I'm Bugged At My Ol' Man".]
Marina: *boredly calls out* Mom?
Ms. Coralyte: Yes, Marina honey?
Marina: Where the heck ARE we going anyways?
Ms. Coralyte: Didn't I tell you earlier? We're going to Kreaos Isle. An island off the coast of Japan. You could say it's between Japan and Okinawa.
Marina: *alarmed* JAPAN!?
Ms. Coralyte: You know Gram and Gramp are Japanese, right?
Marina: *crosses arms* Explains why we don't see the folks often...
Ms. Coralyte: They send the occasional postcard, don't you remember?
[After that remark from Ms. Coralyte, Marina made a smart and stung remark.]
Romy: *shakes hand in front of Marina's eyesight*
Marina: Dude... did I even get those postcards?
[The daughter and mother laughed away at that, what with Marina being a smartalic there. Then, Ms. Coralyte spotted something off portward bound.]
Ms. Coralyte: Hey Marina! Check it out, we're almost to Kreaos!
Marina: *puts hand over head and looks out*
Romy: *mimics Marina*
[The family got their first glimpse of the island of Kreaos. The island was very tropical, and it showed; what with the waves crashing onto the sandy beach, palm trees and bushes being around, and even moreso; the houses out there, which all seemed to have wooden thatched roves and a very shackled design to them. The greenery well rivaled the island, and even moreso; it seemed to have a bit of a village covering the whole island. That made it seem homely.]
[Ms. Coralyte, Romy and surprisingly, Marina smiled at the look of the great open tropical island, as it looked gorgeous to all of them. Ms. Coralyte loved the idea of living somewhere warm, Romy loved the idea of being near water what with being a sea turtle, and Marina herself loved the idea of having somewhere to surf, and Kreaos looked like it had steady waves to surf in, for an island oddly out in the Japanese coast.]
Ms. Coralyte: So, what do you kids think?
Marina: *delighted* I totally take back what I said earlier, dude; 'cuz this island looks tubular!
[With that, the ship turned around, pulled into the coast of the island, and the group had settled down, as they knew they had a lot of heavy lifting to do.]
Ms. Coralyte: *walking into the cabin* Come along you two, we've got a ton of moving to do.
Marina: *eyes lower* Riiiight... boxes... woo... *fist pumps*
[And with that small boost of enthusiasm, Marina and Romy walked right into the cabin. The group was grabbing boxes and such for the move; but of course, what else was the mind was this was a whole new place to the youthful Marina and even to the sea turtle Romy. You had to admire the spunk and enthusiasm that they wanted to explore the place. But work came first; and they knew they had to move these boxes away. But what else really lied on the island beyond Marina's grandparents and a brilliant looking tropical outlook? And what else lies ahead in Marina's new life on the island of Kreaos?]
END OF PART 1