I wrote this story back in high school. I've had lots of fun writing it so I hope you'll like it I got out after finishing breakfast and started to work. The rubble has been building up and the seas have been acting strangely as of late. It’s been spewing out chunks of rubble we do not understand; with patterns we do not know the origins of. We have been in this state for millennia, a state in which no one knows anything about our past; not where we come from nor how was this world we live in created; we know not about what’s beyond the chunks of earth we see in the vicinity nor about what lies underneath the sea. Several people have talked about theories, that our past resides beneath us in the ocean, a body of water full of mystery waiting to be discovered; millennia of history lying underneath the sea. Unbelievable yet sustainable with the fact that right now, the sea has been telling us “there’s something here”, while it spews out rubble. Some people say the Sea God has become angry and that the rubble it spews is cursed.