T is for Tale: the second tale - Part 6

Back to the blog! Sigh. Getting wrapped up in life is fun but can also be very tiring when you've got nowhere to unwind. Writing, when it isn't the novel, is such a relaxing thing for me so I'm back to Read and Pock. Sadly their adventure is soon coming to an end. 
But! I have a surprise when the story finishes.  

--"Why don't you get on my back and we can talk to them together. I don't want you to get hurt." Pock said.
Read smiled. He was lucky to have such a good friend and he knew it. Pock and him were a team. He swam over and wrapped his tentacles around the large dorsal fin and braced himself for impact as Pock rose up towards the rippling end of the ocean.--

  It was like being struck in the face by the most powerful current out there. Read gasped and wrapped every single one of his tentacle around the large shark beneath him. His eyes screwed shut and he was armed and ready to shoot ink at any creature that might have the indecency to attack such a terrified little octopus.
  He waited like that, squished down against his friend, unwilling to let for even a second.
  "Read," Pock said softly, "You're going to want to see this."
  Did he? Read didn't relax for a minute, but for his friend he opened just one eye. He relaxed every single muscle instantly.
  There were thousands of birds in every direction. Swooping and screaming and flapping their wings back and forth; building up speed and dropping down into the water before shooting out once again. Read watched wide-eyed and raised up two of his long arms as the bird swooshed by. The sweet new tingle of the air blowing past him shoot up his arms and made him laugh with anticipation.

 "I want to do that! I want to fly!" Read called out to the birds and Pock.

 "Fly?" Cried one of the birds, "Swimmers aren't flyers."

 "Yes, you can't fly without feathers." Squawked a seagull.

 "Swimmers will never fly, we're different." Another bird declared.

 Pock growled, "If we're so different, how come you can swim too?" 

 "We can float." A gull said, "You sink."

 "See?" The first bird declared, "Completely different."

 "But we've come all the way from the bottom of the ocean." Read said, dropping his arms. He looked at the long squishy members and then at the birds fluffy wings. That's what he saw in his dreams as well. The birds shook their heads at him, repeating their disbelief and flew off. The giant cloud of birds landed on the face if the rock, as soft and elegant in landing as they were in flight.

 "How do I get those arms?" Read asked.

 "Wings?" Pock asked, "If you ask me, you're better off without them. Those feather brains don't know their heads from their tails, that's what happens when you've got hollow bones. Hollow minds."

 "They have hollow bones?" Read gasped.

 "To fly. They need to be light." Pock explained.

 "I don't have bones at all! I must be able to!" Read exclaimed, "All we need to do is get me some feathers."

 "What are you going to do with feathers?" Pock asked.

 "We're going to make me some wings." Read declared.