As the voyage continued, logic began to clutter HighMaxΩ's brain.
Boats can't talk. That plumber's bum wasn't showing. How is any of this possible!?
Then, a storm kicks up, and HMΩ is blasted by lightning.
-=In the sky=-
And our hero wakes up again, still in the sky, where he was in the beginning. And, now knowing the logic of how much pain a human would sustain from falling from such altitudes, he proportionalized it to how much pain a hot dog would take - aspects didn't look too good. But then he got thinking again:
But how did I get up here? Was that dream a sort of... twisted vision?
But he had to stop to brace himself once gravity got a good hold of him.
-=Sky, falling=-
HMΩ: Aaaaaaaaaahh, help, someone!
Then the soon-to-be hero saw some bushes and tres over a lake. A good, soft landing. But seeing as the lake was small and surrounded by sharp rocks, aspects still didn't look to good.
-=To spoil the suspense=-
He landed in the lake.
-=Lake=-
HMΩ: Man, that was odd... I feel all dizzy... Well, if I'm gonna get anywhere, I'll need shelter. That tree looks pretty good on its own. Maybe there's a town near here.
-2 hours later-
HMΩ: That looks good, for now, at least. Well, 'night.
-=Lake, next Day=-
HMΩ: Time to look for some sort of civilization.
He treads along the river, and encounters an odd creature. Not to his surprise, it attacks!
HMΩ: Ahh, little pest! *squishes with foot*
About a mile down, he finds a town!
HMΩ: Good deal!