The Cemetary - Rick Wakeman

For four days the storm had raged as they clung to the mast of their raft for

safety

Finally, with their raft wrecked after

Being bashed against the reefs, they lay sheltered from the

Pouring rain beneath a few overhanging rocks where they ate and slept

The next day all trace of the storm had disappeared and

What remained of their stock seemed intact.

Checking the compass

Brought only heartbreak as it showed that a chance of wind during the storm had

returned them to just a few miles north of Port Grauben

So, deciding to try and find the original route they

Advanced with difficulty over granite fragments mingled with Flint, quartz,

and alluvial deposits, eventually reaching a plain Covered with bones.

like a huge cemetery

A mile further on, they reached the edge of a huge forest made up of vegetation

of the Tertiary period

Tall palms were linked by a network of inextricable creepers, a carpet of moss

covering the ground and the leaves were colourless, everything having a

brownish hue

Exploring the forest they discovered a heard of gigantic animals

Mastadons, which were being marshalled by a primitive human being, a Proteus

He stood over twelve foot high and brandished an

Enormous bough, a crook worthy of this antediluvian shepherd