Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28529957-20160523045934

The frigid, dark water is all that matters, it is the thing that is both there keeping me alive and afloat and the thing that will drag me under, blocking all the light with its, surreal, supernatural properties. Some say that science has uncovered more about our Milky Way Galaxy than the Earths oceans. 'Why?' Someone may ask. Is it due to a lack of technological ability, or is it the fear of the unknown lurking beneath the inviting surface? In the ocean there is no chance of survival, you are no longer on familiar land but are at the mercy of those who lie beneath, the denizens of the deep.

I sense movement below me.

Some say that the blue whale is the biggest creature of the sea, but do they really know? If you watch documentaries about the past you can learn that there were much bigger creatures, now known to be 'extinct'. The truth is that 'extinct' means, 'no more known specimens', and that there very well could be much larger creatures in the the ocean such as the 'Megalodon', one of the largest creatures ever found, (and as I say found, I know that there could be larger creatures that no one ever knew about), waiting to end hibernation and find their next meal.

The movement gets closer, an evil shadow lurking below.

As I drift, slowly following the current, not caring where I go, I ponder on the impact the ocean has caused to human society and the earth as a whole. The first living organism came from the ocean, which evolved into all the living creatures, from the fish in the sea, the birds in the air, and the creatures of the land. The ocean has been used as a food source, a road, a home and a place of leisure. We have started to use it as a source of energy and all the while we contaminate it with waste and oil, killing off its inhabitants with our rubbish and poisons.

The shadow slowly forms into an malevolent beast. Coiling and uncoiling, a behemoth of corruption.

As my limbs start to numb I start to sink, slowly inhaling water, feeling its cold, painful embrace filling my lungs. It takes longer to drown in salt water than fresh water as the blood thickens from the high salt content. I start to bob listlessly, my head slung back, mouth just above the water with glassy eyes. My legs do not kick and my arms hang at my sides, sinking lower and lower into the depths. Willing the monster below me to take my life.

It comes closer, all I can do is wait for the inevitable. I have nothing, I am weak, it is strong. I'm in its domain now. I can see it clearly, were I not so close I may have called it a shark, but there was never a shark that could have grown so enormous, at least the length of a cargo ship. Its jaw was like the entrance to some demented fairground with remnants of a fishing boat and its sailors still visible between its teeth. It's eyes were milky white, useless after spending so long in the deep, and had scars covering the pupils. It had gashes covering its body and had blood dying its skin, my courage failing, I look up.

I see a hand, a saviour, a rescuer, a warm freedom, fight to save me from the murky depths, and yet, as we brush fingers, the light fading from my vision,

It touches me. 