Are you sure that wasn't a dream?

It's an adventure story, bucko!


8. The Jansen castle.

In the morning we skipped breakfast to explore Tokyo a bit. We drove into the run-down part of town with the Koala still in tow. Suddenly we felt a magnetic like pull we were  thrown out of the car and we were dragged into a shabby looking building.

"Welcome to the Jansen castle" said Grand-master Sandwich face.

"I would have said the same!" said Jansen himself.

"Now the real fight begins!" he said.

As he said this he handed Beaver and I  both sharp Samurai swords.

"It would be unfair if-," he didn't get to finish because at that point the ground rumbled for about 2 minutes.

I thought I was dying. But before I knew it I was standing up and I knew that Jansen handed me the sword so at least it looked like I tried to kill him.

"HI--YA!"shouted Jansen missing me by inches. Suddenly the low drone of Jansen's radio grew louder.

"Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep,Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep there is a Tsunami warning for your area until 9PM this evening." After that, it said the same thing in Japanese, and beeped until he shouted, "Shut up,"  and slashed the radio in half. We fought more and more for about what seemed liked two seconds (Beaver later said it was half an hour), until "whoosh," water was everywhere, and I mean it.  Apparently, water makes you un-hypnotize or something, so hundreds of people were bobbing around us. "Grab something!" I shouted at Beaver. "What?" Beaver shouted back. "Anything!" I shouted again.

Then I was dragged under by someone (or something). I didn't know what it was, but I sliced it hard on the head with my sword. Then I blacked out.  The next thing I knew, I was on a handmade raft with Beaver. "You've got to find Jansen if he is not already dead," Beaver told me. "And well--," "I know,"I told him.


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