Blackwater Islands head Her warnings

 

Calypso pranced through the unfamiliar surroundings, use to not knowing where she headed and therefore quite merry. She regretted wandering away from Kalika, but did not think much of it because of her naivety. Momma will come find me soon anyways. She followed the sound of crashing waves, letting that and the salty air guide her. Her little paws left tracks in the dirt as she trotted forwards.

Soon, the compact earth gave way to sharp rocks that the girl stumbled around on as she walked. I can do this! She stared down at the ground before her, carefully placing her delicately small paws on even ground with each step. The further she walked, the more focused she became, not noticing the growing sound of the thundering sea. It was almost as if the sea was trying to ward the pup away from the dangerous rocks mixing with the tide.

Splash

The girls shriek could be heard over the crashing waves. Calypso sprawled upon the jagged rocks nearly four feet below the small precipice she had been treading upon. Oh..OH no no no. Her mind raced as she pulled herself to her paws. A growing ache in her side nearly buckled the child over whilst she stood. Her whimpers and yelps grew as the tide started to brush her hind paws. Sure, she could swim now, but only for a few seconds on her own. “Momma?.. Help!... MOMMA?!” Her cries turned into sharp squeals as another wave crashed closer to her. “HELP!” She was now up on her hind legs, her forelegs balanced on the wall of new prison and she called to the above, hoping for someone to hear her cries.