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In the first chapter, Mufasa, Scar, and Simba the Afterthought were abducted by a herd of zebra sailors and were in the process of being taken to New York via the west coast of Costa Rica when a storm capsized their ship. We left the three lions on a single impossibly bouyant plank, plucking fish right out of the damn ocean like it’s a chest freezer.
I’m fine. On to the next chapter, where I hope they eventually reach some land so I don’t have to put up with the ‘fishing’ nonsense.
2) An Island
More nights went on for them that Scar, Mufasa, and Simba were stranded on the ocean.
But their days were spent in a lovely cabana with those fancy little umbrella drinks served in whole fruits.
They were able to fish for food but they couldn’t drink anything. Scar and Simba did try the water in the ocean but it made them ill. They didn’t take another.
At least they know the saltwater isn’t potable.
Simba was already losing his faith, Mufasa was praying every night, and Scar wouldn’t talk to anyone.
I’m sure all the pantheons are very disappointed not to hear Scar’s bitching.
How are they going to make it home?
I still think that they should be focusing on reaching land first before making plans to get home.
“We’re not going to make it,” Simba cried. “Are we going to die Dad?”
“No son,” said Mufasa. “We’ll make it.”
“Any regrets?” Scar commented. Mufasa and Simba looked to him. “Do you have any regrets Mufasa? I’ve got many.”
“I can’t think of any.”
“Like you regret for being my brother? Or an uncle?” Mufasa exhaled. “Or…nothing.”
Great pep talk, grade A. I especially like how Mufasa goes from trying to reassure his son to asking his brother if he has any regrets. Very uplifting.