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Tropical Turicas island saw some tourists but was so remote that they were rare. Its capital city was dangerously level with the sea and mostly flooded, its inhabitants swam like fish through watery passages. Knowing my interest in the creatures, I was told that they had caught a small crocodile, so I went to see it. It was in an underwater cage and the animal was 10 metres long (oh yes! the keeper said, so it is!). It eyed me evilly and promptly escaped and pursed us. The city was slowly destroyed as the crocodile chased and ate us all. It broke down buildings and the city slowly sank. One evening it rose up from nowhere and consumed me.

I awoke with a jolt a few days earlier, in the city. Escape, I thought! I found the emergency helicopter and flew off, but quickly realised that there wasn't enough fuel. I returned and stole a boat, but a day out I was driven back by a storm. Finally, the crocodile escaped and killed us all again.

I woke up a second time. This time I went to see the queen of the island and convinced her of the danger. We all took up arms and went to kill it, but it was gone. The whole city searched. We had it trapped in a shallow basin of water when I appeared to get bored and left on an expedition into the distant mountains to search for an interesting castle. It took forever to get there. On the way, I fell asleep.

I woke up for the fourth time, much earlier - this time the island didn't even exist yet, I'd gone much, much too far back. I sat with a quiet god and helped design the shorelines and rocky outcrops that I already knew so well.

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