Sunny’s Yellow Submarine or The One That Got Away Part 2

It is time for another Sunny Story! Just a little while ago Sunny had a big adventure encountering a Kaiju on Paradise Island, but sometimes you need the proper tools! Now that Steam Punk Month has arrived Sunny and his inventive streak are bound to yield different results! Reason enough for a new and fun story set on Paradise. So fishermen and fishy friends.. let’s see how Sunny is doing!

For days now there have been mysterious clanking and clonking and sawing and buzzing and flaming noises drifting out of Sunny’s shed. No one has been invited by for an old movie watching night, or to play a new game. In fact, the boy has gotten quite secretive. Big, heavy boxes from Amazon and eBay have arrived and been spirited off into the shed to be opened. One day a big truck pulled up piled high with a wide variety of metal junk – bits, it looked like, of cars and boats, and who knows what all. They vanished into the shed, too. It must be much bigger on the inside than it looks on the outside! Perhaps there is a basement.

At long last, Sunny appeared, a bit begrimed and smudged with grease, but smiling. He walked himself down to the beach for a dip – clothes and all.Once he seemed to think he was clean enough, he walked back up and into one of the beach showers where he rinsed off the salt and the last of the grime. Looking a lot more like our beloved space cadet pool boy, he walked jauntily up to the inn and called everyone outside.

“Wait ‘till you see this!” he laughed, “Hey, hold my beer.” He added, laughing even more. This did not inspire confidence in those Americans present who know that “hey, hold my beer” is usually the prelude to a redneck about to do something spectacularly stupid and dangerous. 

Sunny reached into his shed and grabbed the pull handle of a little red wagon. As it emerged it’s burden became clear. Well, easier to see, but much harder to understand.

It looked rather like a fish. One of those weird deep sea fish with a lantern dangling over it’s head and a retractable lure in it’s … mouth? Huge eyes, or windows, revealed cameras mounted in the center of it’s head on a swivel so it spins from one window view to the next. On each side instead of fins retractable arms are mounted. On the left a great big claw ends one, on the right, a smaller claw ends the other. Towards the middle of the body, on each side there is a vertical screw – a sort of propeller like thing – and then towards the back on either side of what must be a rudder, but looks like a tail, there are something like jet engines. 

With enthusiasm approaching shiny eyed awe Sunny explains that the little sub, dubbed the Sunfish – is actually steam powered. The little jet like engines really are steam powered uh, jet like engines. A new invention with an old time source of energy. 

Steam is produced in a mini-boiler in the rear of the Sunfish, heated by a chemical reaction that also just happens to make oxygen for the sub, too. 

The vertical screws force the sub down into the water – as it has a positive buoyancy profile. This means, Sunny tells the manager reassuringly, that if anything goes wrong, the Sunfish will pop to the top of the water and float rather than sink. Very safe, he says, patting Pinkie gently on her shoulder. Nothing to worry about.

He shows you all how the “jaw” drops open to deploy the lure – a short pole with something that looks like a big, fat worm – or a spanish dancer if you like. The lantern dangling over the head is exactly that, a light to make the whole thing even more alluring – and easier to see in the dark waters below the sparkling waves. 

I’m sure everyone remembers the episode with the monster sea serpent? A typical deep sea fishing rig was no match for that great kaiju, but Sunny hasn’t been able to get the creature out of his mind. He would really like another good look at it. Not so much for fish fillets (he’s pretty sure they would be tough as tires), as for – you know – scientific research. 

Okay, curiosity.

Sunny picks up the handle of his little red wagon and tugs it creaking and groaning under the heavy looking submarine down the beach and out the dock. Tilting it at an angle he slides the Sunfish into the sea, where, by golly, it does float! Sunny gives a merry wave and climbs in through a hatch in the top. You can clearly see him as he settles into the pilots seat between the two huge eye like windows in the front of the Sunfish. With a sudden jerk the sub put-put-putts out into the bay where it proceeds to screw itself down in the water. 

You can see the top of the lantern mounting bobbing in and out of the waves as Sunny pilots the little sub around the inner bay just below the water. He pops up again, waves to let you know he’s just fine, and burbles back down.

This time, he sends the Sunfish off the ledge and over the vast depths that surround the island a few thousand feet offshore of it’s beautiful sparkly pink beaches. The blond tanned pool boy is ecstatic with his new toy and can’t stop grinning as he watches delightful little fish of every color, but especially pink, darting past the big windows of the Sunfish. He turns on the camera, so he can share the amazing scenery with everyone up above. He thought about looking for a camera that would share in real time, but that would mean he had to drag a cable around, and he likes the idea of the Sunfish being free to move up or down or wherever he wants to go without a tether to the upper world. 

Of course, there are pink squid, and octopi, and something that looks a lot like a Horsea, and is that a Mantine? Hoping he doesn’t run into a Gyarados – but a Relicanth would be cool – Sunny pilots the Sunfish down, down, down past the pink rocks and pink coral and pink starfish, and pink and black clownfish in their pink anemones. Down into the dark.

At last the Sunfish finds the soft, sandy bottom and Sunny is happy to see that it’s PINK sand down here, too. He makes sure the camera pans around so Pinkie can see that the island really is pink right from its roots to the flowery tree tops. He wishes he could turn the engines completely off and be quiet, but then the Sunfish would float to the top. Still, he tries to just stay in one place and look all around. His little lantern glows pale yellow in the dark.

Sunny pulls the lever that will open the jaws and deploy the lure. It waves gently in the wind like a banner – here, here I am… 

It’s so quiet now. There’s no fish in sight and no coral or rocks to look at. Slowly, his eyes drift shut and Sunny dozes. 

A nudge wakes him up. It might have been a gentle nudge – if you were a great big sea serpent type kaiju – but it gives the Sunfish quite a bump. Sunny’s eyes fly open. Because, you know, he wasn’t sleeping. He finds himself nearly eyeball to eyeball with a pair of glowing yellow eyes. Another bump. A jerk. 

The kaiju has grabbed the lure. 

Sunny bangs the button to fire the jet engines and yanks the lever that twirls them around so they are thrusting in reverse. 

Of course, he’s gotten a bit fond of the old kaiju thing, and has only put a humane hook on the end of the lure.

Which is to say, the kaiju is not really hooked at all, but feels a bit of a tug on it’s lower lip just the same. It gives the Sunfish a head butt, which stuns both the kaiju and Sunny and causes the Sunfish to jerk back and start floating towards the top in a sort of less than controlled manner. Shaking his head the kaiju tosses the Sunfish from side to side, and Sunny inside bounces around like he was in a pool boy float in Kuro’s drink blender, binging and banging and bonging against the sides and windows and steam boiler inside. 

The next thing he sees is nothing but teeth, tongue, and blue-red gums as the kaiju tries to get a bigger bite of the Sunfish, not once, but three times. Sunny grabs the throttle and blasts the steam jets in reverse. The kaiju doesn’t like the burst of warm air past his face and lets go and the Sunfish darts like it’s namesake towards the surface. The kaiju in hot pursuit. 

Sunny gets the Sunfish whirled around, changes the thrust to all speed forward and takes off for the surface in the direction he thinks is towards the little bay. The kaiju probably doesn’t like the shallows and won’t follow. Right?

There’s no speedometer on the Sunfish, but however fast it is going, the kaiju can clearly go faster. It swims around the Sunfish, bumping and nuzzling the sides while Sunny clings to his seat and tries to remember what made this sound like a good idea?

Suddenly the Sunfish breaks the surface, popping out of the water like a cork and starts to steam towards the beach, the kaiju swimming easily alongside (The Sunfish is even slower on the surface) keeping one eye on Sunny. It appears the monster has finally made the connection between the pool boy in bright yellow with a  little bitty fishing rod, and the submariner in bright yellow bopping around inside the funny metal fish. 

The kaiju nudges the sub a few times. He seems to be wondering if maybe it ATE Sunny, and the little fellow may need rescuing. Sunny gets another good view of the inside of a sea serpent as the kaiju gives a few more experimental nibbles. For a beast with needle shaped teeth easily a foot long, it seems almost…gentle. 

Sunny slows the Sunfish to a stop and the kaiju stops beside him. It nudges the little sub again, rocking it gently. Sunny laughs. The kaiju nudges. Sunny laughs. The kaiju nudges and opens it’s mouth, making a sort of dolphin like chuckling noise and bobbing it’s head. Sunny waves. The kaiju bobs. 

Sunny thinks about it. He opens up the Sunfish’s “jaw” again and puts out the lure. The kaiju inspects it and looks back in at Sunny. 

To the horror of the guests waiting anxiously on the dock, Sunny pops the hatch and sticks his head, arms and shoulders out of the hatch. He’s holding a grilled cheese sandwich in one hand. The kaiju raises it’s head to be level with Sunny.

Sunny waves the sandwich a couple of times, like you would do to get a dogs attention. And tosses it towards the kaiju. Who opens his mouth and neatly catches it in midair. There follows a few minutes while the kaiju apparently moves the sandwich around it’s mouth, munching and tasting. Then a swallow. 

Blinking, the kaiju cocks his head as if thinking. Then he swims around the Sunfish and, I almost hesitate to tell you this but, he sticks the tip of his tail out of the water and…well..WAGS it. 

Sunny laughs. Waves. Ducks back into the sub, and appears – with another sandwich. He tosses this one, too. The sea serpent catches this one, then dives below showing off every inch of it’s 30 feet or more of scaly loops humping over the water before reappearing on the other side of the Sunfish. It makes several quick circles around the little sub, tossing spray, nodding it’s head and making that chuckling noise. Sunny shows empty hands and shrugs. He’s out of sandwiches. He wasn’t planning to be gone down there a week, you know. The serpent lowers his head to half in and half out of the water. And sighs. 

Sunny holds up one finger. “Wait!” he says. Diving back into the Sunfish he put-put-putts right up the beach, hops out, runs to his shed, and runs back with an armload of baloney, sliced cheese, and lettuce. 

Last anyone saw, Sunny was standing on the beach tossing various foodstuffs to his new best friend, who gulps down cheese and lettuce and baloney but spit the leftover BBQ fried chicken back. The cook has barred the kitchen door.

The One That Got Away

Hello everybody! The Manager here! Today we welcome Sunny our “Cabana” Boy to the STAFF that have published a post on Paradise! He had written a very cute and charming intro.. but then he spilled his little yellow bucket and all the words washed away! As Sunny got distracted by the flowing ink and followed as it flowed around the manager wrote a new intro! Today Sunny writes about…. Sunny! His tales as a fisherman! Check it out and don’t forget to leave a like! Likes are great bait you know?!

Sunny lay stretched out on his belly in the pale pink sand. The waves lapped gently at the beach to his right, and a rod with a gigantic reel was propped in the sand. A line stretched from the long, whippy willow pole far out into the sea where a bright yellow bobber floated, unwatched. 

A tiny yellow crab held Sunny’s attention as it scuttled hither and yon on the pink sand, making a lovely picture as it sifted through the grains seeking the small bits of food. The sun beat warmly down on Sunny’s back, making him a bit drowsy. His eyelids fluttered down and soon no one was awake on the beach but the crabs.

Further out in the calm sea, a seagull hovered over the bright yellow bobber, wondering if it was worth hanging around to see what Sunny caught. He often shared his catch with the gulls, or sometimes he had delicious human snacks he would tear into small pieces and toss into the air for the delight of watching the acrobatic gulls swoop and catch them on the wing. 

Suddenly the bobber wobbled. Then again. It shook and bounced up and down in the water a few times, and then vanished beneath the turquoise sea.

Sunny was alerted by the whining buzz of his reel as the line went screaming off of it at great speed. He jumped up out of the sand, startling the little crabs who ran in every direction. Grabbing his rod and reel he gave it a jerk, although it was clear the hook was firmly seated in something. Whatever it was, it gave an almighty jerk back that nearly yanked Sunny right off his bare feet into the ocean. 

With all his strength, Sunny caught his balance and tucked the rod into the wide thick belt he wore for this very purpose. He began to play the sea creature, reeling back line as it went slack and bracing himself when it ran again. It quickly became clear that this was no cute little baby perch he had on the line, but something enormous. 

Beautiful green and grey and brown lemon sharks often cruised in the shallows around the dock and the edges of the island, but this was much too large to be one of those fairly harmless and quite pretty fish. Sunny realized now that he must have had a little nap in the sand, and the line had drifted out far out into the sea, beyond the shallows and past the shelf that dropped down and down and down to unfathomable depths away from the feet of Pinkie’s Paradise Island. 

Deep, deep in the turquoise sea, what could it be? There were some giant groupers, and even some huge old moray eels that lived far below the island in caves and grottos among the coral. Fat and old from eating well on the bright fish who lived on the reef. That must be it, Sunny thought as he worked and worked and wrestled and strove with the great heavy and strong sea creature. Yes, it was probably one of those groupers. And what good eating it would make! Why, some of them got up to 600 pounds. He could make a lot of fish fillets out of that and have a big fish fry for all the island resort guests tonight! 

The sun sank towards the sea and still the battle raged on. Sunny ached in every inch of his body and more than once had thought of cutting the line and letting the vast creature go, but now his curiosity had gotten the better of him. The big fish was not jumping out of the water at all, but now and then he caught a swirl of a mighty tall sail like fin that was bigger than anything he had seen on the biggest grouper he had ever brought in. 

If he ever got this creature landed, how on earth would he bring it up the beach? 

Just as the sun touched the sea and sent one last golden beam streaking across the wet horizon, the water began to boil and roll and in every way signal that something big was coming up. Sunny was busy reeling in the slack, feeling this would be his one and only chance to conquer the sea creature that he was now dying of curiosity to see. What could it possibly be that was so big and so strong and so determined to fight for half a day or more!

With a final roar the water broke and the sea sephents head rose, and rose, and rose into the darkening sky! Sunny had hooked a true monster from the depths. Easily thirty feet of the beast was out of the water, and far more clearly trailed behind. Fins shaped almost like legs, like those of a coelacanth dangled and flailed wildly, throwing fish scented waters through the air that hit Sunny like the rain of a hurricane. The creature let out a bellow similar to the bark of a catfish but with the volume of a foghorn. The water foamed with his thrashing tail, as long again as his entire body.

Glowing golden eyes the size of semi-truck hubcaps swiveled and fixed on Sunny. The great fish drew back on himself in an S like a striking snake and for one stunned, horrified moment all Sunny could see was a great cave-like mouth lined with dagger teeth. A pointed tongue curled and Sunny glimpsed the twinkle of his tiny little hook embedded in it’s center.

He threw the rod and reel down, turned, and ran. 

Knowing, like I’m sure you do, that Sunny has beautiful dragonfly wings, you are wondering why he didn’t fly. Well, the truth is, he runs much faster than he can fly. 

Sunny ran as far and as fast as his feet would carry him. All thoughts of how tired and how sore and how terribly lazy he normally is completely left his body on a wave of adrenaline and pure terror. He blazed up the beach, into the jungle, past the resort where he could see the guests lined up agog at the beast in the water. The people on the third floor balcony could look eye to eye with the thing! 

Maybe Sunny was running so fast you couldn’t see him. Maybe everyone was a bit more busy wondering if the creature could make landfall. Whatever, no one seemed to be aware as he flashed past tables and through the doors and then up and up and up the mountains behind the resort until he reached a secret little trail he thought only he knew that led to a cave in a clearing. 

When he reached the cave he finally managed to stop his flying feet. He fell bonelessly to the earth and concentrated on getting oxygen into his struggling lungs. And then the beast roared again. 

Quickly, he jumped to his feet and staggered a moment before he made it to a tall tree. Now he flew. He flew and flew up to the very top of the tallest tree and then he could look down and see the creature, still in the shallows, weaving side to side like a cobra and clearly using those glowing eyes to look for his tormentor. That wide mouth opened again and suddenly a rainbow of round rubber balls shot out and across the waters and the beach.

There were yellow balls. And red balls. And blue balls. And green balls. And purple balls. And of course, pink balls. Some balls were even clear, like bubbles, and they floated up into the air as if they were weightless. Balls from the size of softballs to soccer balls to beach balls bounced and rolled across the beach and floated on the surface of the sea, carooming off the top of the waves caused by the monsters flipping tail. 

The monster reared back as if to spit more bouncy balls but instead he shook his head, and opened and closed that great maw of a mouth over and over, making quite horrible sounds until with a very distinct “PTOOEY” Sunny saw the twinkle of his fish hook as it caught the light of the moon and flew out of the monster’s tongue and down to the pink sands. 

Grumbling in its throat, the monster took one last gasp, one last long evil eye cast towards the beach, before it turned and swam away.

Sunny heard the laughter of relief and chatter coming from the guests still standing on the balconies and around the pool in the resort. There was a bit of a rush towards the bar, so Kuro had to stop standing stock still in shock and get busy mixing cocktails in pitchers. Then guests began to tiptoe down to the beach, first in ones and twos, and then in small groups and picking up those bright rubber balls that were shining in the moonlight. 

As if by magic and mutual agreement, suddenly everyone was playing on the beach with the sea monster’s balls. There were people playing catch, or dodgeball or something like volleyball without a net. 

The manager of the resort, Pinkie, walked down the beach to where Sunny’s  rod and reel lay abandoned in the sand. She picked them up and looked around. Sunny gulped. He had a feeling she was not going to be very happy with him. 

He pulled some young limber tree branches towards himself and wove a little sleeping platform high in the top of the tree. Relaxing, he watched the guests playing in the moonlight with all the pretty balls. Maybe in the morning he would fly back down to the resort and set about his chores as if nothing had ever happened. Everyone seemed to be having fun. Pinkie couldn’t really stay mad at him, right?