Special Chapter: Return to Atlantis

The seven seas battled against each other as the waves roared like thunder at a boat crashing down from the top of waves. Men on that boat were shouting orders as they scurried around like mice.

"Sir, there's a big wave coming about 50 feet tall, I strictly recommend we turn tail," a rather young lad of 20 years said to his captain mildly in the control room.

"No, Matthew. We must go on." the captain declined bravely.

Matthew Leverton had just graduated from University only 3 years ago. He had charming, shaggy, or rather messy, neck-length hair, dusty gold like the beach during a sunset, and his eyes were brown like the fresh maple leaves of a maple tree. Despite the soft, gentle look, Matthew preferred adventure and exploration; going on missions, and so he was in the midst of one, right in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, though he would miss his mother and his neighbour who lived right next door: June Calloway, who also happened to be his closest friend in the same University he h