Prisoner of the Ocean
The raging waves leap at me, determined to bring me to a sandy grave. I screamed and clawed at the edge of the soaked dock, my bleeding hands holding on for life; my bare feet being nipped at my the freezing liquid below.
But the waves were too strong, their anger too powerful for my small human body. The water pulled me down, my ears ringed and my lungs burned until my mind released me into a safe place, a numb place.
I could feel myself, my limbs no longer mine to control, flout with the ocean and never against it. The saltwater owned me now. But we all gotta wake up at sometime.
And I did to the sound of wood moaning. But it sounded wrong, distorted in a way, like the it was too long and too low.
I felt the coolness of the water on my skin and the waterlogged wood against my back. I couldn't see anything, but I could hear the quick motions of fish darting away. What the hell was going on? Was this heaven? Or hell?
I knew three things for certain. I was underwater and I wasn't alive. Yet my mind was. I couldn't feel my heart beat or feel my lungs beg for air. But I could hear myself speak inside my head and move my bones. I was the living inside the dead.
"Welcome! Welcome! So glad you could make it so safely!" The voice came from all around, loud and terrifyingly happy. I swung my head from side to side, causing my neck to snap in weird ways. But I didn't feel a thing. "Oh! My bad honey, here."
A second after the voice had spoken, my eyes seemed to fly open without worning, like I was in a cheap horror movie.
I was in a ship, a rotting, broken old ship on the bottom of the ocean, sitting on the floorboards. Almost no light was string enough to come down this far.
I expected the floor would cave in at any given moment. My body froze, to the point where not even the current could move me, when I saw what had been talking.
In front of me, to my sides, and behind me, where dozens of little whisps of light with eyes and huge mouths. They looked like drops of moonlight that had sunk down with me.
"Good!," said all of the whisps that flouted by me at once. "Now we must hurry and tell our Holder that a new Element has arrived."
The whisps began to move, to form a line. That's when I noticed that outside the ship were thousands of whisps, all joining the line. "Hurry new Element." They all said like a high pitched choir.
I moved without knowing it, the water lifting me up and pushing me forward. My long brown hair flouting like a mermaid's above me, the water rubbing against my exposed skin and swimsuit. I didn't say anything.
I was too stunned to do anything but let the water help me follow the ghostly line deeper into the ocean and closer to the unknown.