As I was now finally at the top of the underwater crevice, it was actually more of a drop than a crevice; either way, I was now at the top. I continued walking away from it since I did not want to fall in again.
That experience was one of the most annoying things that has happened, but I guess that my fear made it so that I wouldn't get stuck there. Didn't even test out if I would be able to survive that area, but like what, I guess the saying curiosity killed a cat? I think that's right? My memory still feels a bit hazy from what has been forcibly changed in me.
That still bothered me a lot, but I had to put that aside for now as I proceeded to check my surroundings.
Noting but stone at some sea plants was all I could see for a mile away. Nothing notable, but with how high the surface is above me by a couple of feet, I wouldn't be able to check that out.
Swimming is another no-go, as the type of crab I am couldn't swim at all. All I could do was to tip tap towards where I want to be. It ain't fast either, since I was still trying to get used to my new legs and all.
Honestly, it felt like I was walking in curved stilts. It was hard to describe the feeling, as I was accustomed to walking with human legs for my entire life, so it was obvious why it would be challenging for me to move. That and the fact that the land I was walking in did not help either.
This was getting harder and harder, yet I knew in the back of my head that I would be able to get used to this as the days passed. Speaking of which.
It was currently nighttime, as evidenced by the moon shining up above the surface.
The moon itself looked like it had always been, except for the fact that it looked like it had a few lines across its surface, which was hard to see due to the waves above.
That only made me realize even more that I was not in my own land. I remembered vividly that the moon wasn't scarred, yet it still had a couple of meteor craters littered around it.
This will have to be put in the back of my mind as I soon realize one thing.
Looking around, I started to realize that aside from me, no living things were swimming about except for the sea plants.
I should have been suspicious of this the moment there were no animals at all. Nothing, as in no fish, sea mammals, non-vertebrate animals, nothing. Not even corals, which were something that you would usually see.
A question soon arose in my head as I quickly dug into the sea floor, as I was not comfortable with what was going on. This action felt instinctual as I was able to quickly make a hole big enough for me to hide in.
After that, I looked around, found a big flat boulder, and used that as some sort of cover for my hole as I finally went inside it. I then used the boulder to cover it, and like a switch, my brain seemed to have automatically gone to sleep, or what counts as sleep to a crab.
I didn't have any dreams that night as it was all blank, yet I did have a few blurry shapes and static sounds that I couldn't tell whether or not what it is or what they were. But a heavy sadness hit my heart as I know for sure that I remember what it's all about.
I knew for sure that these were my old memories that I lost during my unfortunate change. Holding them tightly, even though they were forcefully ripped out of my mind.
Sadness was then replaced by melancholy as I slept soundly that night.
Once I woke up, I felt something was wrong. Like a sixth sense or something, I froze right there and then. Didn't even move an inch, as a quake of sorts soon happened around me, and sediments were soon released from the walls of my hole.
It would have appeared that I would now get my answer as to why the sea life beside the plants was vacant during my walk.
But I did not want to reveal myself yet, as if I were to show myself, I might have fought it, or worse, I would have been greatly injured by it. So I picked the other choice as I first stayed put.
Maybe waiting it out wouldn't be a bad idea, as that wouldn't cause me harm.
The quake persisted for a few minutes as I tried my best to steady myself. Then the noise came, horrid, awful noise as it sounded like a mix of gurgle and screeching which grated on my mind, not my crustacean ears. Actually, I felt odd that even though I was a crab, I could clearly hear that noise, unlike what a crab could usually do.
As much as it was amazing, it was more horrible and scary since, even underwater, the sound quality was okay enough for me to still hear the noise. But I shrugged forward as I stayed put and didn't move, as moving would mean death to me.
Even if my entry to this place was a horrible one, I did not want to die either way, as it was both a blessing and a curse.
But the noise still persisted as it got closer and closer.
It took me a second to realize that the sound was moving oddly, and the sound was close.
This made me nervous as I know why this noise was moving about. Any person whose common sense would've noticed it as well.
It was searching for something, that something would only mean me. All the more to feel nervous and anxious about what would happen once that thing finds me.