He played with the Sealions when he was born. It was only ethical to name him Leomaris. It means 'Lion Of The Sea' , and he might as well be a lion. What, with his creativity and free-spiritedness. We could hardly keep him contained as a child, he would always go off and play with the fish, and we simply told him, ' if you're not careful, you'll be sleeping with them soon! ' That's what they all said to him. That's what they said all his life! But did Leomaris listen? No, he simply pushed it to the limit with how creative and- sometimes- dangerous, he could be. " I'm going to swim with the people on land! " He would repeatedly tell his friends, and family. " I'm going to teach them how to swim with the fish and play with the Sealions! " Leomaris, or more known as simply Maris, soon gave up on his dream of meeting the people on land, but he would always wonder about them. Sometimes, if he was lucky, he would see a fishing boat. Sometimes, he would see the men and women aboard those vessels. Sometimes he would hear their conversations, and how interesting they would sound. Sometimes, if he was lucky, they would drop things into the water. One time, a man who called himself Carl dropped an entire bag into the water! The bag had odd things in it. Books, which held very odd sayings in them. And a wallet, with some more sheets that came from books. But this time, the paper was green, with numbers on it! Everything that people would drop, Maris would keep it in his own treasure trove. It wasn't long till he completely ran out of space, and he needed to find some more. He soon ventured out, to find some materials in order to make more space! He needed drift wood, and something to hold it together... It wasn't a long journey, but he did find some things that he needed. And some other things! He even found something to wrap the wood in! It was a detached net. Probably from the fishing boat that he would occasionally see. His friends, and family would often tell him that he should never ever go near one, but this one seemed harmless! Maris swam towards it, and took it in his grasp. He poked and prodded at it, till, to his surprise, his hand got stuck! He tried to get it out, but his other hand got tangled, as well! He fought and fought with the web, but he soon struggled for too long. He was entirely trapped in the net, and he was losing air fast. Maris swam the best he could to the surface, but he only swam diagonally; to a sand bar. He was warned to never go near them, but it was a life or death situation he was faced with. He soon reached it, and beached himself on to the land. He took in some air, but, he took in too much. He was so far from the water, that he soon wobbling helplessly towards it, almost like a fish. Maris was sure he would die there. Well, until he saw a strange figure block out the blinding heat, of what he thought was the sun. Who was that?