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Eventually they found themselves expelled
with great force into a fast-flowing river.
Exhausted, they clung to passing driftwood.
As the waters slowly calmed, a stillness filled the air,
and as they viewed all around them,
they realised that they had been carried into a
vast ocean stretching as far as the eye could see
to an achromatic horizon.
Behind them and on each side were enormous cliffs and huge capes,
the landscape lit with clear dry whiteness
in the nature of the aurora borealis,
demonstrating the incredible phenomena of endless daylight.
They had discovered The Lidenbrook Sea.

A natural tide, governed by the unseen moon,
carried them to shore within a small cove.
Huge pieces of driftwood lay scattered all around,
whilst beneath their feet the bones of antediluvian sea-reptiles
formed a fossil beach.
Gazing out to sea they witnessed translucent fish
from a far-gone age leap high above the waves
for but a brief second of time,
before caressing the surface and disappearing
beneath the gentle swell of the ocean.
Above this playful exhibition, to their stunned amazement,
a huge creature, a pterodactyl,
flew in ever-decreasing circles preparing to home in on its prey.
Behind them, from a crevice high in the cliff-face,
the largest prehistoric winged lizard from the Jurassic period
prepared for flight. The Quetzalcoatlus.
With a huge wingspan measuring twice that
of its enormous angular body, it took off
towards its predetermined battle zone.
Sensing danger, the pterodactyl turned in mid-air to flee,
but the speed and ferocity of the attack had caught
the creature completely unawares.
Its role as the hunter had now become that of the hunted.

As the queltzalcoatlus inflicted wound
after wound upon its hapless victim, large droplets of blood
rained into the sea below,
forming dark crimson circular pools before
being hastily dispersed by the waves,
eager to destroy all evidence.
As the pterodactyl lost its fight for life,
it fell to the mercy of the ocean, where,
just minutes earlier,
the fish it had hunted for food now
reserved the roles in nature's play.
As the quetzalcoatlus returned to its refuge in the cliff-face,
the Lidenbrook Sea gave no clue
as to the drama they had just witnessed.