For the next week or so, we lived in terror, hoping that the entire experience was a strange dream, but that was not to be. The rats scratched and bit at the glass, though it gave no leeway. The rats and us were at a stalemate - if we went outside, the rats would devour us greedily, and if they managed to break in, the rats would still gobble us down. In any case, both choices were in the rats’ favor, so we stayed inside the lighthouse, for fear of our lives.
It was dull for a while, since all we ever did was eat, sleep, and occasionally play a game, all while the rats snarled at us, keeping us on our toes. We were running out of ideas to escape from our prison, and while the rats were still safely outside, the threat of them breaking into the light hung over us like the skin on a person.
Though, we were running out of food.
The dilemma came to us when we went up to the galley. There was barely any food in there. The supply ship hadn’t come for a while, and we were running out of water. I found this ironic, since we were surrounded by the blue ocean, which was filled with more water than all the people on the Earth could drink. We salvaged whatever food and drink we could, but it was just enough to last us for three days. I told Itchoua and Gleo that we should at least try to kill the rats, as a possible food source, but Itchoua just shook his head sadly and said, “There is no hope. We will just be overwhelmed by them, and die. Besides, the rats are nearly impossible to kill, no matter whether you are armed to the teeth or have nothing but a single arrow.”
This crushed my hopes of surviving completely, and as our food supply grew shorter and shorter, we resorted to telling stories and playing games. On the third day after we found out about our food situation, sometime during the night, Itchoua motioned to us to look at the windows. To our surprise, the rats were falling off one by one, knocked down by stones. We watched in silent fascination as the rats were knocked out and fell to the ground. Before long, the rats noticed that their mates were being felled by rocks, so naturally they all climbed down and formed an angry mob, ready to face off their attackers.
When the wall of black and brown fur began to recede, we saw the most astonishing sight-three men dancing around and throwing rocks at the sea of rats, now surrounding the poor humans. They danced to an eerie tune, bouncing about so merrily we almost felt like joining their dance. We nearly forgot that the rats were still there. When the rats came forward to attack the men, forming battle ranks much like the ancient Romans, they passed straight through the people’s bodies. The rats seemed to just run through them. Some tried to jump on them, but they just passed through the men again, and the rats eventually figured out that they couldn’t attack their attackers. As I watched the scene before me, I saw that the men’s forms were flickering, and I could occasionally...