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With speed, grace, and agility, our hero Krulnor attempted to exit the cage, however halfway through his manoeuvre he discovered to his surprise and due to his exceptionally bad short-term-memory that he was in fact bound to the bars of the cage, and said bindings prevented his exit from being, well, executed, and thus he returned, somewhat against his heroic and mighty will, to the floor of the cage as the waters rose around him and the kittens swam to Safety (conveniently the name of a nearby island).
Although our hero was a vast man, with vast lungs that could hold a vast amount of air, as the water closed over his head Krulnor knew that he only had approximately 2 minutes and 13 seconds of time left, that being the longest he could hold his breath the last time he had tested it, in a fierce but relatively short battle with the Underwater Wet Thingy of Lake Rotoiti, also known as Steve.
At round about the 1 minute and 8 second mark, Krulnor felt urgent hands untying his bonds. "AHHH!gurglegurgle." Krulnor gurgled, "Disembodied hands glug gurgle glug!" In fact the hands weren't disembodied, Krulnor had simply taken the previous sentence far too literally, but in fact they belonged to A Nimble and Desperate Messenger, who for some unknown reason upon slipping out of his own bonds still thought Krulnor worth rescuing. Releasing our frightened hero at approximately the 2 minute and 1 second mark, A Messenger Whose Lungs Were Starting to Hurt promptly swam for the ocean's surface, noticing as he did so Krulnor's bulk rising alongside his own.
Splash! Our two heroes' heads burst the surface of the deep, and their bodies soon followed, as they desperately began to tread water, though one must ask at this point why the phrase is treading water when really their feet were well below the surface and really it is only Jesus who ever successfully managed to tread on water at all, in fact all our current characters were doing was moving water about with their hands in order to stay afloat, and there was very little treading being done at all by anyone, except the first Kitten who had successfully made his way to the nearest island and was currently treading upon the golden sands of the island he assumed was Safety but unfortunately for him was none other than the ominous island Danger, and indeed his life ended approximately 15 seconds later as he was assassinated by a rogue sheep with a Machete.
"Krulnor!" A Really Rather Awesome Messenger cried, "We must swim East!"
"Right." Responded Krulnor, and he began to swim aggressively in a direction he absolutely knew to be East, because as a good medieval hero, he had an inner compass that never failed. He also had an inner stopwatch, alarm clock, iphone, (though this he knew not how to use due to the fact that it hadn't yet been invented and also he preferred Android), and inner Tamagotchi, though his pet died a long time ago after he forgot to take out its poop because he was busy fighting the Big Hairy Beast of Karl's bedroom, also known as Topsy.

"Krulnor!" A Faint and Distant Messenger cried after several minutes of aggressive swimming, in which Krulnor had made approximately 3 metres of distance (he checked his inner GPS).
"What?"
"I said East, you idiot! You're heading South!"
"Oh."
With those minor issues sorted, Krulnor and An Exasperated Messenger began to swim East.

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