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It was a minor thing for the massive creature to travel across the grand oceans. Body moving side to side, tail as a powerful motor. Air pockets within their body were only semi filled so they did not surface nor sink. Just swimming, hidden from view in the dark waters that they called home. It had been… recommended for them to travel. Zilla had spent much time in the America areas lately, trying to become more tolerable of the human species that plagued Earth.
They weren’t all bad. Just mostly bad. It had been… proposed that learning of different human cultures might help view them as more than pests. So they would.
Japan drew ever closer, Zilla confident in their internal navigation prowess. Soon they’d be at shore, and likely have to deal with the usual reactions that came from their arrival. Screaming, running, possibly military firing upon them. The usual mess. It would put a damper on their cultural exchange for certain. But they promised to try.
The ground began to rise, making it harder to actually swim. Zilla planted their feet solidly into the underwater sand banks. Claws provided the traction, and their upper arms began to push their body upright. And they surfaced. Water spilled down their scales, down the spines of their back. The hot sun overhead went to work on trying to dry them, but it was severely outmatched by the internal radiation that kept them warm even in the deepest coldest depths of the ocean. Steam spilled up from their drying scales, and they took a step forward. Still waist deep in the water- it would not be considered ‘shallow’ by any except for them.
As expected, the reactions began. Shouting and screaming from shores, a siren starting up to issue a warning. Then, an unexpected noise. From some point behind, the horn of a boat rang out. They turned their head about, seeing nothing from the waters back from where they came, nor to either side. It was only when Zilla caught sight of their back plates that the source was found. A boat had become stuck in between their spines, likely when they'd surfaced abruptly. It was shockingly intact, full of little humans of all sorts. Zilla bent their head in lower, craned around at an awkward angle to view them in more detail. The secondary film on their massive eye blinked across, then opened again.
Most of them were screaming, too. How annoying.