Alex went home and everyone went to sleep and he put the coin on the floor and he swam to Tide's house and his family forgot all about him and he got to live with tide in his house and they grew up together and had lots of fun and nothing interesting ever came of the Humboldt squid guy or his implied machinations and tide never ended up needing to make his own contract with the stranger to help his mate resolve any problems with his family and the boys never had any adventures on land that inadvertently got a bunch of people transformed into various types of gay-world creatures and when tide found out that Alex didn't remember anything about life on land he didn't even give a fuck and the story just came to a screeching halt because it's stupid to put so much time and effort into a story that doesn't have an audience, or rather a story that had an audience that dwindled to nothing thanks to inept writing and lack of sufficiently interesting vision or poor prose or verbosity or some combination of those and many more shortcomings but one must possess enough self-awareness to know when a work isn't appreciated and should have the wherewithal to accept that fact and stop spending entire days crafting chapters that nobody gives half a fart about and just keep their ideas to themselves or go outside and make some actual difference in the world or clean their house or anything more worth while than being just another porn-smith hocking erotica for nothing more than the most minimal amounts of acknowledgement and appreciation.
FIN
Thanks for the one star, whoever.