When he finally touched sand he felt half dead. It was not a very pleasant experience to fall through so much water.
After a while, feeling better, he got up and looked around. He was in a strange place, a place he had never seen before. Of Globicephalous there was no sign.
The poor boy was frightened almost to death. He thought a trick had been played upon him. But if he had had his wits about him, he would not have been so puzzled.
Poor thoughtless marionette! He did not remember how he had walked around in his explorations. He had fallen into the sea on the eastern side of the island, and Globicephalous was waiting for him on the southern side. But Pinocchio’s wooden mind knew nothing of east or south.
“Oh! poor me,” he could not help crying, “and now what shall I do? I cannot climb this steep rock. If I remain here, I shall be eaten in no time by some of these fish I see swimming around.”
In fact, immense tunnies were passing near him. Enormous rays, looking like giant fans, dashed by. Over him glided horrible uranoscopes, or stargazers.
These fish, like the halibut, have both eyes on the tops of their heads, and so can only see above them. Luckily, Pinocchio was under them, otherwise—
“I am afraid I am not very safe here,” observed Pinocchio, whose knees were beginning to feel weak. “If these fish notice me, I shall disappear. I do wish I could find dear old Globicephalous.”
Thoroughly frightened, he started to run madly along. Of course he ran in the wrong direction.