[ Otus backs away from him to let the robot pirate have some space, searching around him for a... ah, there we go. A long writing stick. On the ground, in obviously improving handwriting:
Ocean.
He hoots happily!! Hoot!! The ocean!! It's the most water he's ever seen in his whole life. Is that the actual name of the island? no...no, Otus. No it isn't. He writes again.
Land? He suggests-- a word he's overheard from others. This 'land' business is new to him, and even the records of the old owls don't much discuss this sort of thing. Just how great they were and their good and pure values...wh-which is, of course, very good! ]
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Ocean.
He hoots happily!! Hoot!! The ocean!! It's the most water he's ever seen in his whole life. Is that the actual name of the island? no...no, Otus. No it isn't. He writes again.
Land? He suggests-- a word he's overheard from others. This 'land' business is new to him, and even the records of the old owls don't much discuss this sort of thing. Just how great they were and their good and pure values...wh-which is, of course, very good! ]