surface dwellersocean warriorsWe passed between the statues and the impression of their eyes following me, like some of the creepy paintings my mother kept in our den, gave me the willies. They looked so realistic that for a moment I wondered if the statues would come to life and strike me down with their mighty weapons. Once we ascended the four billion stairs (there really wasn"t four billion, I may have exaggerated some) a set of stone doors slid aside, kind of like the doors at Wal-Mart back in Carlsbad. I followed my party without a thought until the doors closed behind me with a dull thud. Blackness engulfed us briefly before my eyes adjusted to the transition from the brightness outside to the gloomy interior.
Calypso led me into an enormous chamber surrounded by smaller stone colu
