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Drip, drip, drip went the darkness. Your eyes closed. The world black. Your body felt heavy. Tired. As if you had ran up a mountain and fell off its peak. In the background the dripping continued. Rhythmically. Who, what, where, why, wagh!? Wetness interrupted your inner ramblings as it fell, slamming into your face. Less slam, more fall. But a whole lot of wet. Your eyes opened. Taking it in. All of it.

Still dark. But more light this time around. Dim. From what, you couldn't tell. Drip. The wet. The stuff on your face felt sticky. But you couldn't see well enough to determine what it was. Not without sticking it in your mouth, anyway. And it was everywhere. Falling from above and hitting the ground. The only sound for miles. That you could hear. A cave. It looked like a cave. There was a dark ceiling, a dark floor and dark walls all around you. It was like a cave. Only soft. Every step was cushioned by the ground; sinking slightly with your weight and rising back to normal without. A soft spongy cave that leaked sticky wet stuff. More looking, more findings.

You felt, more than saw. Debris. Wood. Splintered remains of ships adorned the area. Broken, forgotten. Their only passengers flopping fish, struggling for breath. A memory hit you, like a hammer to the head. A shadow enveloping your ship and then nothing. Your boat was amongst the sailing victims. It too was in pieces. Lots of pieces. Nothing but planks and splinters, a ghost of your former companion's outline. The sky, the ocean, none of it was in sight. Just where in the Blue were you?

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Drip went the background, snore went the boy. The dark was rife with sounds of yelling, wet and sleep. It was no longer a question if anyone was there. It was now a mystery. The mystery of the mysterious people who made mysterious sounds, mystery! The nasal, smothered roar of Leche picked up in volume as it sailed across the cave in echoed flight. It's line was a noisy one. The friction of two pieces of pottery, chipping away at each others existence as they rubbed. A wrench wedged between two gears, gnashing and biting till broken. It was grating, to say the least. But why go with least when imagery did that, and more. Much, much more. The snore jumped back into being, reminding ears that it was the star of this paragraph, bouncing from eardrum and splintered wood piece alike.

Leche slept, his bed the soft ground, his pillow a broken rudder. He was doing something earlier. Sky. Ocean. Boat. It was foggy. Broken. Like the pieces of ship around and on him. Any feelings of panic or urgency were quickly brained by exhaustion its club now mangled and dripping, like the nouns below it. So it was dark. So it was wet. So it was weird. So....so what? He was tired. He was comfortable. And this was the closest thing to a bed he had slept in, in a long time. Leche wasn't about to look a gift mattress in the springs. Even if those springs were spongy and smelt funny. So Leche slept. Without a care. Take that circumstance! Eat a beetle conflict! It was then that circumstance and conflict conspired together. In the form of a big, wet, sticky splash to the face. The snore was silenced. The silence cheered. Silently.

"Bleh!" Cough. "Bick!" A sputter. "Meuhawa!"

Leche's eyes flew open. Half opened and being dragged back down by tired. The unknown slick trailed down his face, landing in globs of mess on his white, buttoned jacket. He wiped at it lazily, managing only to rub it into the material before tackling his face with equal enthusiasm. Some of it had found its way in his mouth. And it tasted awful. It wasn't a taste. It was a feeling. Like eating a kicking foot. That still kicked. Busting gums, knocking teeth and smashing tongues. That wasn't water. It was liquid fight. And his mouth had gotten its uvula handed to it.

"Bleh." Leche continued, intelligently. He spat out the remnants of the wet nasty and laid back down, slowly drifting back to sleep. Idly, a piece of debris was pulled over his head, like a blanket. Shielding him from the goo and its second coming. He was tired, and damn that sticky stuff for trying to wake him.

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Basil woke up soon after, the images of that huge 'ship' swallowing up his own, which was quite the bust to his morale as he had just decided to go out onto the see again only to find himself in this mess. He began to wipe off his face and himself a bit from this... goo. This is a fine mess you have gotten yourself into now Basil. Basil then searched himself in almost desperation but then sighed happily as he still had his satchel with him, a brownish tan bag that was almost with him being carried this or that way over his shoulder.

He took felt through his satchel and found the thing he was searching for. He held the small semi-glowing seed in his hand and concentrated as it then blossomed, rising like a flower though as the 'flower' bloomed the petals suddenly lit up light a lantern. Basil held it aloft trying to discern where he was, then it hit him! Maybe he wasn't the only one to survive, maybe there were more people, from his ship.. or others as Basil felt his way around he began to think this place wasn't a cave at all! "H-Hello?.. Is anyone there? Hello? I-I promise I won't hurt you if your out there I...I just want to know if someone is out there or not." Basil said, a tad nervous, for all he knew there were pirates around.. or monsters.....or monster pirates, you never know on the open sea his father had often said.

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Kazuo (the curious little merman)

xxxxxWith a groan, hands lifted himself up. He felt like he'd been smashed around in a hurricane. The storms were fine from underwater but he'd got himself caught up in one on the surface before. Needless to say he didn't feel very well afterward. Right now he felt a bit like that, sore and bruised. Kazuo ran his hands lightly over himself. Arms, check. Tail, still attached. Fins, he hissed as his fingers bumped a particularly angry bruise. "Still alive anyway." Kazuo told himself before looking around. The dark wasn't too bad, his eyes being used to the dark thanks to the tiger shark genes that let him hunt deep waters and at night.

xxxxxHe had been hanging off a ship chatting with the men onboard. They had already grown weary of him when the shadow overtook the small ship. Looking around himself for the human's that had been on the ship, Kazuo couldn't see anyone. He didn't get himself lost. Couldn't have. He tapped the floor with his tail. It wasn't pleasant in the least. The sliminess certainly wasn't water. Wherever he was, he would very much like to get out now.

xxxxxExcept that he did see something. At least he thought he did. A ways off he saw what he thought might be light. Pulling himself over to it was made difficult by debris. Scattered pieces of wood threatened to cut into his skin if he wasn't careful. That answered his question about what happened to the crew of humans. Did that mean their dead bodies were also scattered around him or did they too survive in this strange dark place. A voice answered that, at least in part. Voices meant living people. "Hai, I'm here." He called back. Kazuo didn't recognize the voice but then he usually did more talking then the humans. He moved toward the light. While he could see decently in the dark, he still preferred the light.

xxxxxComing across the male holding that light comforted him. There was nothing wrong with being alone but in such a strange and unusual place he'd rather the company. "But if you don't mind. Where is here?" Once he was close enough for them to see each other properly he sat with his tail curled around in front of him. Kazuo raised a hand to wave hello to the other living being he'd found. "And if you could show me the way out, please." He smiled sweetly at Basil, whatever anxiety he'd had before gone when he found he was not alone.

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The piece of wood was a stroke of brilliance. A piece of smart that shielded the young man from the elements. Did nasty water count as an element? Was it even water? What was it? It tasted awful. Disgusting. Like, like something awful. An exact something awful escaped him as he dozed. Even dirt wasn't that bad. And he ate dirt before. Not a proud moment. Sometimes chefs were mean. Sometimes they lied. Dirt wasn't chocolate. It was dirt. Papa Colly gave him chocolate once. It was good. One of the better things he had ever tasted. Thoughts, like rabbits, bounced around the head of the lazy Leche. One after another they came. One after enough they fell, bouncing their last bounce as his mind searched for newer and better topics to amuse itself while its master fell deeper and deeper into sleep. Splat came the goo. Slide went the goo. The splintered barrier worked wonders against the sticky stuff. The noise? Not so much.

Voices. Leche stirred in his slumber as the two unknowns carried their muffled conversation. Blah, blah, blah: their throat sounds were muffled by distance. Blah, blah: they grew closer and closer, with feet and fins unseen. Blah, blah, please? And proceeded to step on him with them. "Owmeeh!" The ouch was crushed beneath the board, as was Leche. His cheeks flattened, his nose protested and his eyes opened. Yep, he thought eying the wooden darkness. It was a board. Before he could raise a question or work up an apology - maybe ships hated being splashed too - the pressure left, leaving behind a bewildered Leche.

With the board gone his face fixed itself; the cheeks swelled back to their unsquished selves and his nose fell silent. All was right with the spongy, wet world. Well, almost everything. The foot, or fin, whatever, had a voice. A male voice. A nervous male voice. And for the life of him, Leche couldn't see the owner. Oh right, he thought as he gripped the sides of the ship's leftovers. The board was in the way! With a mighty heave and unnecessary yell the piece of wood flew from his grasp and rose into the air, "Yaaaaaaaaaa!" What a sight! Leche sat tall, arms still in mid throw and poised above his head. It was an odd, brazen display. The kind that tilted heads and widened eyes. And speaking of eyes! Eyes met eyes and he knew. Knew who did it. "Hey!" Maybe the boy forgot that his arms were still up there, doing nothing but hanging. "I was sleeping!" The nerve of some people, he mused eying the stranger. Well, trying to eye him. It was dark. Woah, it was dark. Where was he? "It's rude to wake people when they're sleepi-" The complaint was cut short. Short by the very board Leche had thrown. Clunk? No it wasn't a clunk sound it was more of a whap! Or Woop? Whatever sound was made when skull met wood at rapid, falling speeds.

"Owwwowow!" Satisfied, the hunk of wood settled on the ground as Leche moaned in pain. He was hunched over now, rubbing at the sizable bump. Stupid wood, he silently seethed. At least it broke during their exchange. His head had won! Yeah, that's what mattered in the end. His head was still intact, while it was broken. Shattered. Hah! Take that wood! Ouch! He continued his ministrations, rubbing and biting his bottom lip. "This is your fault..." He held back the tears of pain, accusing the shadow and its foot...that was a foot, wasn't it? "Why'd you have to wake me up? I'm tired!" Another round of complaints were readied, but before he could throw them out, with sharpness and quickness, his free hand felt nothing at his side. Nothing!? "My sword!" Boy could he change at the drop of the hat. Anger, pain, now panic? "Sword!" He groaned, crawling on the ground, grasping and feeling the darkness. The merman was forgotten. As was the pain. "Sword!" He was beginning to sound desperate. Bits of ship flew from his hands as the boy dug around the sailing graveyard.

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[Grey Man]

{Moments Earlier}
A wave slowly thrashed the boat, though it was far bigger than any other and more strangely was that the wind had died down earlier that day so there shouldn't of been any form of natural wave that big. Hayate looked around curiously for he was getting a bad feeling in the air "Why do i have the feeling i'm dinner?" he said softly to himself, he never knew why but he always got these feelings when ever something bad was going to happen to him and lately that was happening more and more often.

It was at that moment that Hayate's head shot back towards the back of the boat after the sound of something giant thrusting itself out of the water and into the air. Finding himself staring at the mouth of a giant being... an island eater. Hayate had heard the stories of these creatures, sea kings so large that they can take entire islands down in a single bite, that even other sea kings feared, and he was staring right into the wide open mouth of one. "...Shit." The creature clamped down on his rowboat.

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The boat kept on sliding down further and further into the beast, though he could not tell where he was even going for it was pitch black within the beast, and all he knew was that he was moving down further and further though the beast. The boat thrashed on things every second, though he could not see what they were he could hear the sound of wood smashing wood... other ships. "I suggest you hold on, this could get bad." he said to the other two passengers on the rowboat for he knew that soon enough the path would end and what exactingly would be at the end was unknown.

The boat eventually became weightless for a moment... it was flying, though then a moment later it began to drop as if it had flown off the edge of a waterfall inside of a giant beast. Hayate looked down, or at least what he thought was down, though still he could not see a thing below him so he could not even tell how far down they would be falling though he could hear the sound of something... or rather someone down there saying 'Sword'. Unknown to him was that it was not that far down to the bottom, and that the man saying sword was right at the spot the rowboat would be landing.

The boat came crashing down onto the floor, completely smashing the thing as it thrust'd the occupants off of it and into the surrounding area. Hayate landed on something soft... but it was covered in a slime like liquid that was sticking to every part of his body that landed in it. "What the hell is this crap?" he said as he tried to see what was around him though yet again he could not see a thing. "Skip! You Dead?!" he yelled out wondering whether or not his little companion survived the fall.

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xxxBea, as many knew her, couldn't take anything with silence. As she fell, her scream sounded similar to "aaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiyeeeeeeeeehh- umph!" The 'umph' was, of course, the sound of her face hitting something spongey, wet and warm. As if being thrown off the boat and into the slimey goop wasn't bad enough, the effect of her being hitting the ground of whatever cave they were in was somewhat like a child in a slip-n'-slide. She slid across the ground screaming like it was the end of the world, until of course, she met the rounded cave wall, then became airbourne. She landed on her back, still, dazed and out of breath, but not dead. No, she wasn't dead. Yet.
xxxBea sat up with a groan, rubbing her head- now wet with whatever warm, goopy substance she was sitting in. She could hear Hayate, and when she heard him asking about her, she frowned. "My name's not Skip, dammit! It's Bea! Like... like 'buzz buzz buzz I'm a BEA!" Pouting again, Bea attempted to get to her feet, only to slide once more and land flat on her back. Giving a frustrated huff, she decided to simply lay there. Good things come to people who wait, right?
xxxSplat.
xxxApparently not. Apparently, goo comes to people who wait. Whoever the idiot that decided to tack a 'd' on the end and make people optimists was a jerk. Flying into a sitting position once more, Bea scraped feverently at her face, using anything and everything; her hands, her shirt- when neither of those worked, she even went as far as attempting to wipe her face off on the spongey ground. Note to self; while sponges clean things, they only clean things when they're not dirty themselves. Frustrated, pouty and just about to her breaking point, Bea let out yet another aggravated yell.

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xxxxxxxxBasil blinked hearing something come towards him, he lifted up his lantern, a strange plant that looked like a some what wilted daisy but the bloom of which glowed like a lantern, a plant he called a beacon blossom. He raised it to see... a fish man!?! Basil jumped backwards having heard recently about how fishmen were dangerous and generally hated humans "What do you want!?" Though Basil couldn't get an answer just yet a bumbling young man would come basically tripping over himself towards the two, Basil opened his mouth to ask who or what he was but then heard an oncoming splash of water. Whatever this thing was, it ate again.

xxxxxxxxBasil heard more voices this time, talking tot he air, to a missing sword and then a woman's voice, all of this was confusing and rather annoying to someone who disliked the darkness, having learned on the island that darkness is as dangerous as any beast. Basil concentrated on the beacon bloom in his hand and it twitched, squirmed about and then shot from his hand and spread out like a strange umbrella tree from his palm, little 'bulbs' hanging down from the outstretching 'branches' soon the bulbs would flicker to life, beginning to light the small area up around him like a chandelier.

xxxxxxxx"Okay enough of this. Who and or what are you people? And.. where am I?" Basil asked, not knowing for now if they were just people like him caught by this creature, or if they were...pirates, the bad kind that would kill, rob or...touch you. Basil moved a hand to his satchel, grabbing a small 'pop green' between his fingers just in case. "I.. shall warn you if your are here to hurt me I 'am' armed as you can see." He motioned to the 'plant' he had helped to grow and that was under his control.

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Kazuo (the curious little merman)

xxxxx"Ah" He thought he had clearly started what he wanted. "I just..." But then the ground was yelling at him and that was far more disconcerting. A man came out of the ground. Well out from the wood, Kazuo finally noticed. That made more sence after all. And he was yelling that- oh my. "I'm sorry!" The merman raised his hands out as though he was going to touch the man he'd 'walked' over but didn't actually move to contact him. "Are you alright? Is anything broken? Do you need CPR? I know CPR." If he'd hurt this stranger Kazuo would be even more upset. Right now he fumbled for any knowledge that might assist in his attempt to correct his mistake and help the other.
xxxxxSword? "Oh. Let me help. I'll find it. I'm sorry I didn't see you. What does it look like? I can see in the dark so I should be able to-" Kazuo was lucky he hadn't moved just yet as the boat came crashing down. Less lucky in that, whatever had been on the boat was flung in his direction. Now, the slime didn't really bother him all that much. He lived in the water and while this was no water it was hardly something to be overly concerned. People falling from the sky and landing on him; however, that was something to be worried about.
xxxxxKazuo was a bit dazed as he lay on his back but shortly the pain of being crashed into brought everything back together. "Owww" He moaned. "I think the sky fell on me." Well maybe not everything. A hand rubbed at the back of his head when he'd smacked it pretty decently into a piece of ship. He thought the whole banging around thing had been over.

[hikuro]

Moments before the tragedy Hikuro was eating everything that was in the barrel that Hayate give to him. He was really happy about that since he didn't eat for 3 days. He was eating like a wolf, the barrel was almost empty and the big tragedy came up. He just remember that Hayate's boat was flying really high. He remember that Bea was scream really hard, well she was a girl.

The boat crashed down. Hikuro was laying on something really warm and slimy. Hikuro get up with of the slime on him. He looked right and left, he was deftly looking for something. After a moment he found it and scream "WUAAAAAAAAA!! No...no....NO!!! Not the food!!" The barrel that was full of food smashed in little parts. He was almost crying for it.

After a moment he hears some voices, he hopes that was Hayate and Bea but he heard other people voices. "Where the hell, we are in?"

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Leche caught a ship, not a break. If chins had arms everything would have been just fine. Odd, since it's a world filled with chin arms, but otherwise alright. In reality, however, the human face wasn't designed to dock boats. It was designed to hit them. Hard. And that's all Leche had time to do, when Hayate's vessel came flying in like a screaming missile of wood and murder. He had enough sense to peek over his shoulder, to see what was making that loud, foreboding sound; just not enough to jump out of the way. So it hit him, and the crash was amazing. Wood, ranging from full planks to tiny splinters, exploded everywhere. They were going fast, break neck even, seemingly desperate to beat the water to the stomach. They lost, but at least they took out one of the witnesses. Their ship, however, died in the process. The ground, as soft and spongy as it was, could only absorb so much of the impact; never mind the young, possibly now dead, surface introduced, painfully, between them. Leche, meet ship. Ship, meet Leche. It was the start of a beautiful friendship.

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"Gahwhafffff!" The dock spoke. Well, it gurgled under the wood.

More silence.

"Gwaaaa!" It pressed, stirring beneath its grave. "Gawooo..." It's voice was growing fainter by the moment.

Leche was out of it. Having a row boat launched at your face will do that, I imagine. Leche was in pain. Between waking and passing out, he could synapse a few thoughts, like Ow, or, ow, and boats suck. He tried to stand, but was held down by his assailant. Or what was left of it. Another wooden bout that turned in his favor. Leche's head , Ships 0. Let that be a lesson to the others.

"Sword...." Hey, at least his memory was intact, right?

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He could hear the sound of Bea yelling in the darkness, figuring that if she could still yell like that she wasn't that injured from the fall into... what ever it was they were on now. Though from what he could remember they were swallowed by a giant fish, and now the only thing he could speculate was that they were somewhere inside it waiting to become its snack.

Hayate reached though his clothes, trying not to spread the thick slime all over them, and pulled out a small square object from his pocket. Then in a moment of brilliance light was brought to the dark desolate place they were in as Hayate lit his lighter, using it to light another cigarette due to his last was was covered in a thick slime though as he tried he could only notice that his pack had been squished into a thin sheet. "You have got to be kidding me... i'm stuck being fish bait and i cant even have a smoke?!" he yelled a bit as he thrust'd his palm onto his forehead and dragged it down his face as he tried to light one of the squished cigarettes as he walked forwards back towards where the boat has crashed.

As he walked forwards he could hear the mumbled sounds of someone saying... well something he couldn't really make out. He walked up towards where the sounds were coming from using his lighter to grant light to his search, eventually walking up towards where the voice was coming from under the debris. Thrusting his hand into the pile of destroyed wood he pulled out a man who he thought was their 3rd companion from the boat. Though after looking at the man for a moment "Your not the starving guy..." he said, releasing a stream of tobacco smoke into the man's face, referring to Hikuro. Wile holding the dazed man he could hear yet another unfamiliar voice in the air in pain. He lifted his hand towards the voice giving light to the fishman Kazuo "A Fishman?" he said looking at the fishman. "Fish eaten by another fish..."

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Beatriz K. Montelle

xxxIt seemed that, for the moment, where ever they were was very busy. Bea could hear many different voices, none of which she could put a name to. Frowning, Bea attempted to find her feet again and, with a slick and overall gross noise, was grounded once again. Groaning, Bea sat up and felt at shoes. As much as she hated to admit it, the smooth bottoms were probably the reason she couldn't stand. So... for better or for worse... she started unbuckling her shoes.
xxxUnfortunately, Bea balanced easily this time, without her slippery shoes on, she could walk easily. However, her socks were thin and the gross, slimy substance was oozing between her toes with every step. Gross. Her first priority was, decidedly, to go find Hayate and Hikuro. So, despite the oh so disgusting way it felt to walk, Bea set off towards the back of the cavern, where she saw light; both a bright green light, and a reddish orange light. She figured the reddish light must be Hayate; he was constantly smoking, so he'd have a lighter of some sort, right? It didn't take her long to get back to the boat, either. And, luckily, Hayate was standing near it. Standing by his side, she noticed two things; one, something was emmitting a strange noise from beneath the boat. Two; there was a fishman. Why was there a fishman? Hayate seemed more concerned with the fish guy, so Bea crouched, trying to see what could be making such an odd sound. It sounded... human. Maybe. "Ne, Hayate," Bea said, blinking as she stood back up. "There's something weird under the boat."
xxxWhere would Hayate be without Bea's brilliant deductions?

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Basil had about all his fill of these strangers yelling out at one another from a distance "Fine, if they wish to continue to scramble like beasts, I shall take the initiative." With that Basil raised his weird lantern plant a bit and made his way to the crashing sound, a green-ish light seeming to bob closer and closer to the crashed ship where Leche was now under. Basil would then stand still, looking around with his lantern, looking to see if he could find anyone. He sighed hearing the muffled noises of Leche "You certainly have a horrible stroke of luck." He would raise his free hand to 'stroke' along the lantern as it squirms, wiggles and then grows out into a weird looking 'lamp post' which was shining down light at him and the boat, quite the eye catching sight the only ray of light in the dark cave.

Basil would lower to his knees, inwardly holding back a 'ew' as he felt his knees sink into that slimy slippery stuff that was apparently all about them in varying quantities. "Are you ok?" He asks, still not trusting of this or any other humanoid in this place as he didn't know if they were on his side or was this perhaps a trick? A hand always on or near his satchel just in case Leche or anyone else he heard in the cave got a little too suspicious.

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Kazuo (the curious little merman)

xxxxx"Merman." Kazuo corrected purely based on proper species identification. He had no opposition to the fishmen, his best friend was one. The point was that wasn't what he was. Plus he might have been a little loopy still and had clung onto the thing he could answer. Sitting up he shook his head experimentally. When that didn't produce anything bad, he tapped his temple a few times. Giving himself the all clear, Kazuo went about unpinning himself. "I get that a lot though." The boy chattered pleasantly. Maybe that would help with this horrible setting. Nope, still creepy. It did get brighter though and he stopped trying to pry the board up to look.
xxxxxAh. The one he'd first talked to was closer, therefore the light was, thus brighter. Problem solved, he returned to trying to pick up the board that seemed to be a bit stuck. This won't be a concern except that it was across his tail. Said tail would slip out if not for his fins, and he needed those. "I think its cause not many people meet merfolk, you know?" He shimmied a little. "So they get used to fishmen, oh!" The little exclamation coming as he realized the slime was actually helping. If he wiggled sideways, a little bit more, oop watch the tail fin, ah! He'd managed to squirm his way out far enough that he could grab a thin stick thing and use it to prop up the board. "Most humans can't tell the difference." Or maybe they could, he just hadn't met enough humans to be a definitive judge.
xxxxxThe 'stick', aka. sword, slipped a bit in the squishy ground but he did manage to work his way out in small wiggles. Using the sword as a pry bar had worked wonders. Kazuo propped himself up with the sword rather unaware that it had an owner and was in fact what he'd offered to help find. "Eh? What happened to the guy?" He looked around for the one he'd trodden over. Maybe he'd found the exit?

(There were a few mentions about the light weren't there? Maybe not as bright as you intended it to be then cause I remember Bea particularly saying about two lights)