I. A cane on the side
He dragged the giant roach with the help of some intertwined algae. The butcher from Atlantis had managed to paralyze the three-meter insect by rubbing a poisonous snail he’d found near the shore on its eyes. The sun burned his skin and his task got harder by the pull.
A few meters away, the bodies of two Crown guards were being pecked at by streaked seagulls. Those were the guards who were supposed to cut his joints and leave him to die under the sun, so he felt no pity. He gave another pull to the algae. In a few more hours, the Atlantean authorities would be there, patrolling the zone, but he would be gone.
After the shallow waters of the shore covered his body, he finally could get the giant roach into the sea. The effect of the snail’s poison was wearing off and he had to struggle against the insect to drown it. The butcher knew the roach wouldn’t drown entirely, filling with water to enter a kind of defensive lethargy.
Once it stopped fighting, he dragged it back to the shore and plunged a coral knife he’d stolen from the guards into its brittle body. The roach began moving its legs instinctively with the knife stuck in one side. After a while, it stopped. The butcher caught up and jumped onto it. He reached for the knife and moved it gently until he felt the sac. Then plunged the knife deeper, all the way through it, and the roach started running forward again.
The sun kept dropping hard. The butcher from Atlantis got off the roach, stuck a cane in the hole, and managed to get it inside the sac with no harsh movements. He sucked until the sea water swallowed by the insect began to flow from the cane. Once he was hydrated, he took the cane out and sealed the hole with algae.
Stab after stab, the butcher got farther and farther away from the coast. He had a generous supply of water in the roach’s sac, enough to get him inland and try to survive in a new world, far away from his people.