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Hana looked at the rock she was sitting on before and noticed some flowers. Her eyes widened slightly as she walked over to it and kneeled down. She put her cup on the ground as she leaned forward to pick a flower.

The rock created a sort of cave and shelter. These flowers were under the rock a little out of Hana's reach. She stretched her fingers out, feeling the stem of a flower. She turned, stretching her arms out more. She smiled as she picked a flower from it's root and pulled it out.

The flower looked similar to the dieing ones in Hanas hair. She pulled out the oldest flower and replaced it with the new one and let the older flower drift off into the water.

Hana reached under the rock again and easily getting a second flower. She replaced the second flower in her hair with the new one and sent the older flower into the water. She smiled and looked at the water, "Fresh flowers..."

The seas were opened and vast in sight. A glorious sight to behold as the fishermen climb from their warm beds in the early morning to face the freezing breeze thatawaits them at sea. A fine day it was. As they set off to sail the ocean to find new challenges and great bounties of fish, there was one person coming back to the island from the waters. Someone from a distant land. The man was floating in the waters, drifting to the beach. Was it dead? It just moved slowly though the waters, being pushed back and forth by the waves. Soon enough, the body reached the shores and there it laid. Motionless in the sun, drying off like a meat being left to out to becoming jerky. Some children were walking the beach, trekking out farther than they should be. As they giggled and laughed and pushed and shoved, they stoppd abrubtly to the sight of the body. They halted there for a moment in fear, realising that it isn't even moving. As curious as they were, they crept up to the body. They stared at it and pondered at it. Suddenly one of the children had a wonderful idea of what to do with the body as he demonstrates. With a large stick small enough for them to clutch, they begin to poke at the body. They jumped back the first time. Seeing that theman didn't movem they laughed and giggled as the other children went to find sticks of their own. With them, they all began to poke him in unison. A delightful and disgusting sight of child youth.

The children ran and scurried off while laughing at their achievement in delight. They soon disappear from the distance. The girl tilted the man's head up to her sight. THe man made no sign of breathing. Holding his head like that though created stress to his throat and soon...

"BLORT!!"

A guzzle of water shot out from his lips and into the sand as some of the water dribbled from his chin.

Feeling the jerking at his arm, he woke up abrubtly as suddenly he jerked his arm towards his body near the ground, pulling her towards him. His strength was INCREDIBLE! It was horrific to know there was someone so strong! Regardless if she was still holding on or not, he pushed himself up onto his feet. Standing there, he soon lost his balance and started to swagger and sway like a drunk. He soon began mumbling incoherrantly since he was still groggy from all taht drifting. It was a wonder that he was still alive and not dead from hyperthermia.
"Whazit? Whozit? Wha!?! Nugluck a gluck ah gah." Mashed up words sprayed from his mouth. Even if one was chinese, they'd wouldn't be able to understand that as well!

Fung suddenly stopped and held his ground. He swung his hips to the right and stared over there. Then he swung to the left and stared over there. Confused and lost and too light-headed to know where he was, he lost his balance and started to swagger and sway once again. Suddenly he tripped on his own feet and spun around, flying and falling down onto his face with a hard thud before the girl's feet. He was an inch away from falling on top of her. The fall had knocked him out and there he laid, breathing quietly to himself in his slumber.

((Got to get going soon, so lets finish this up))

A fisherman from the early morning was coming back home. He had caught a mighty bounty of fishes from his trip. These fish shall sell nicely to the market and will be able to feed the family easily. He brought his boat back to the harbor as he locks it up. Retreiving the fishes he needs and selling the rest, he began trekking for home. He began thinking about the lovely dishes his wife will make. A feeling of great hunger was coming over him seeing that he only ate a daikon that morning before fishing. As he walked along the road, he saw two figures on the beach. One a girl. The other.....a body!?! The man immediately ran off the road towards them to see what this was. He jumped the bushes and stepped through the grass finely reaching the hot sands as his quick running made each blow of sand beneith his feet explode. He reached them and spoke in japanese.
"Hey! Girl! WHere did this body come from? Is it dead?"

The man looked at them both and gave a laugh.
"Well, I don't know about cart, but I can definately carry this man back. Shouldn't be too heavy!" The man chuckled. He leaned down with the bag of fish on his back still as he grabbed onto the unconscious man's arm. To his surprise, it felt like lifting a boulder! The man stepped back in shock and stared at the body for a second. The man did NOT look like the way he weighed. But even so, he leaned down again and heaved him onto his shoulder. It took some work, but after he fit upon his shoulder, it was like taking the buckets of water like when he was younger. With the bag of fish on his back and the young man, the fisherman sounded a little troubled by the combined weight.
"Well...UMPH! Lets get...going...before my legs die out." the fisherman laughed. He began walking towards the road and began thinking that he should actually invest money for a cart. He looked back at the girl to see if she was following.
"Coming...ugh...girl?"