As we spoke, we fell asleep. In the dream, I saw the fish with his eyes open, the self in the dream, struggling and refusing to compromise, he knew that his fate did not belong to him at the moment, but he was still holding on......

The next morning I was awakened by a glare of the sun, and I looked up at the sky, for I had never seen such a beautiful blue velvet sky. I was immersed in the beauty, trying to forget everything, when I was suddenly woken up by the shock of a barrel, and then I heard the cries of the little boy, whose father was threatening him not to raise these creatures from the sea, but to study hard. The boy refused, and held the blue bucket tightly in his arms, he said that he would become a marine biologist when he grew up, and it took me a long time to understand such a strange word, and when I tried to see the boy's face above the bucket again, two tears came down against the sea breeze, and I tasted that the water had become salty as if it had been salted. The boy creaked the bucket with the last of his stubbornness, and he always tried desperately to keep me and the two pretty little fish safe.

The quarrel grew louder and louder, and the boy's father became more and more angry, "Bang! Before I could react, the little boy fell into the water along with the bucket, and I saw him swim off into the distance by grabbing the metal edge of the bucket with his skilful swimming skills. I didn't know where I was going, but I stayed where I was, and I didn't dare to move, because I had never met such a brave master, and I felt myself and the two fish walking in the middle of the sea, and although the little fish were also afraid, and their thinking did not develop to such a high level as I did, but I could see that at this time, with the kindness of the little boy, the two of them had no desire to escape......

And so it went on for a long time, and we kept adjusting our posture and staying in the barrel, but the boy was tired of swimming, although it was the sailor's son.

We found a small island near the sea, the boy carefully released me and the two fish, he filled the bucket with water, and then threw the bucket into the sea, the fish said goodbye to him reluctantly, and then disappeared, and then the boy picked me up with both hands, and at this time I had a little bulge in the shell because of the vicissitudes of life, and he carefully stroked my back armor, and his eyes were full of love. I seemed to read his eyes. He then said, word by word, "Will you accompany me on an adventure?" ”

At this time, the big snail flashed through my heart, and I spoke, and I said to him as easily as I could: "I need to save my friend, who may be on his way to be eaten by humans." The boy understood, and something suddenly flashed in his eyes, and this sudden light of understanding made me fear and admire. He said: "I know where you are, my dad is helping some wealthy businessmen salvage a shipwreck, and it is likely that the big snail will be at their celebration banquet tomorrow night!" ”

I listened and fell into deep thought, I knew that I had to save the big snail, and my superpowers had helped me get here. And at this moment, language, as my last superpower, has become so important. I understood the boy's words, and a great sense of responsibility spread through my body and mind. I had a map inside me that began to stretch out – from the first time I was put on the workers' table by the boy, I had the feeling that I would meet the big snail at the dinner table. And at the time it was dead or alive, it was all up to my efforts up to that point.

"Quick, help me, put me in your pocket, let's go back to that wreck, I need you to apologize to your dad and lie to the cook, whether or not you can see my friend depends on me and on you, thank you!"

What I didn't expect was that the boy listened to me, he put me in his pocket, and we took the nearest motorboat back to the ancient shipwreck. By then, it was nearly dusk, no one noticed us, and we snuck into the back kitchen, where many of the chefs were busy preparing for tomorrow's celebration feast. I kept describing the appearance of the big snail in my pocket for the boy, who was carefully searching for each seafood stall with his eyes, because the snail was small, so he could only keep an eye on the cooking window of each conch seafood.

What I didn't expect, and it could be the worst, we met his father, who rushed over to accuse, and the boy swallowed his anger and pinched me in his pocket, and I ran my fingers with my paws, and while he endured, he patted my head with the back of his thumb to comfort himself and my emotions. At that moment, his hand suddenly stopped, and he touched the bulge on my back armor, which was the code we had set on the motorboat on the return, indicating that he had found his target.

My heart was excited and excited, and I felt myself trembling in his trouser pocket, and he was running, and after a few steps, it seemed as if he had stopped in front of a water tank, because I felt the moisture. He said to his father, "I want this snail, I want to keep it well, this is a snail on land, I will no longer be an oceanographer, I will follow you to study archaeology." Subsequently, after some persuasion from his father, the boy insisted on exchanging his dream for the life of the big snail.

Strange to say, I ended up meeting with the unconscious big snail in the boy's pocket.