Papea’s mouth was filled with dirt. He tried screaming to Snudo, but he probably didn’t hear him.

Papea scoffed inside his head. Papea certainly never left Snudo to die.

Well, not like he got a chance.

He felt the pressure of the dirt and rocks on him, falling on his back. Then he got hit in the head by something very hard and very uncomfortably made of metal.

Wait…

Papea looked up and dirt streamed into his eyes.

Where…?

He tripped over the metal thing, and grazed his leg badly. “AAAH!” he screamed, or tried to.

He managed to pick up the metal thing. He ran his arm over the object, and tried to scream again, in delight.

“Shrvllee! Lessgee! AAAH!” he screamed out loud. 5 he thought, counting the number of worms he had swallowed while trying to scream for help.

He heard the wooden deck where him and Snudo were gambling just a few hours earlier collapse.

Papea gripped the shovel, and started to dig downwards, the dirt following.

He finally got deep enough to start digging forward now. Dirt was falling as he went. He dug for what seemed like hours until he felt water dripping down on him. He carefully dug upwards, and water streamed in, a bunch of fish accompanying it.

Fish!

Was he at the Great Lake? Then a pebble hit him hard in the head.

And he heard a voice.

It was coming from where he had just been digging. He walked back to the spot where he was 10 minutes ago, and listened.

“Karlio” said a deep voice.

Papea gasped.

“Yes, sir” he heard the unmistakably annoying voice of Sir Karlio above him.

“The boy. Papea. He’s dead, did you know?” said the deep voice.

“Yes” said Karlio, sneering a bit, then muttering something about “ungrateful filthy children”.

“He’s not a blockade in our plans anymore” said the deep voice.

“Well, we still have the one out on the lake” said Karlio, now muttering about “skipping rocks” and cursing under his breath.

“I will go talk to him now” said the deep voice “As for the Papea boy” he added “We will bury him at dawn”.