“Let’s build a raft!” suggested Woggy, and everyone agreed that this was a fantastic idea. Much better than being stuck in the Forest of Trees without food.
They gathered big sticks and bound them together with grass and bark that they had twisted together for rope (this was one of Woggy’s innovative ideas).
They looked out over the far eastern shore of the island, and could just barely see land at the far edge of the horizon. Of course, they did not know it was the far eastern shore because they did not have a map or a compass. If they had had a map they would have known that the water they were about to cross was a sound (a sound is a body of water between a mainland and an island). This sound was called the ‘Sleep Sound.’
They built a raft. It was a proud raft, and it even floated. They launched it into the water. Everyone was holding a stick as a paddle, or to push off the sandy bottom. It was a marvelous adventure.
At first it was hard work getting the raft to go the right direction. After a while though, the raft began to cooperate, and they found themselves gliding through the water towards the other shore. There were not many waves, especially the further out they went. The bubbly white foam turned into calm, rocking water. It seemed almost too easy.
Woggy sat with a stick in his hand, on a raft, surrounded by friends—his friends—in the middle of the Sleep Sound. He felt a warm feeling inside. It was happiness. This had been such an adventurous day; the kind of day he had always dreamed of.
He was sitting there thinking about all the things that had happened since he turned the wrong way and ended up so far from home. He had seen the world. He had made friends. He looked up to see Spark darting around Sara.
A glint of a smile formed on his face, adding an extra glow of light to the already bright day. He felt happy, but he also felt tired. His eyelids were heavy. He thought, I’ll just close my eyes for a second. And he did.
After what felt like just a second later, Woggy opened his eyes to the raft speeding through the water. It was going faster than any of them could propel it, and there was a white, foaming wake behind it. He looked around to see what was happening. Who was making the boat go so fast? But the answer was no one, because Woggy was the only one in the boat. He was alone.
He held on tightly to the raft, trying not to fall off of it. He could see the shore and he was still headed in the right direction. Suddenly, the boat slowed, and something jumped out of the water. It was big, about the size of a boy, and exactly the size of Finn.
And that is because it was Finn. But not just Finn; it was Finn with fins. He was now a Seaple, or a Sea-rson...no, that doesn’t sound right. What do you think? What would you even call a single Seaple? Well, for now we will just say Finn was one of the Seaple.
Finn flipped up in the air like a dolphin and dove gracefully back into the water with barely a splash. A second later his head poked up out of the water beside the raft near Woggy.
“I can talk to fish!” Finn said excitedly with a smile.
Woggy smiled back. “What happened?”
“We saw land, so we paddled to it,” said Finn. “We all got out to explore, well Sara and Rob and Spark. I have been exploring the sea! But you were still sleeping so we let you stay in the raft. I was swimming around and looked up and saw a raft floating by! I thought we had it secured on the rocks, but I guess we didn’t, and then you woke up, and here we are.”
“Where are we?” asked Woggy.
“I think we are in a dream,” said Finn.