The poison was seeping through Sean John's blood stream. Faltering on his feet, people were starting at him. If he didn't warn Prince Ha'wa'laua about Dr. Pantigal's plan before he went under, the island nation - and every last person living on it - were doomed.
He could feel his thoughts slipping away from him. He grabbed the nearest person walking by him on the street.
"Prince knows soon all die water before next hour! "
It was too late. The poison had hit his brain. Trying to speak, he felt the words slip out of order and end up all helter-skelter as they left his mouth.
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