Into the Deep

I am the last person you would ever find playing in the ocean, yet somehow I manage to be placed on a boat in the middle of the channel.
I swallowed my fear. I needed to try and get over this.
But then, of course, the storm hits, and I am tossed into waters where there are more dangers than I had ever realized.
And then there's the whole "Freak of Nature needs to be exterminated" thing, and the "Warring Species" idea that I get sucked up into thanks to Fish Boy.

I was the last person you would ever find playing in the ocean, but no one said a thing about getting dragged.


1. Chapter One

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I had always been afraid of the ocean. As a child I had adored pools and slip  n’ slides, but never had the same adoration for the salty water of the seas. I didn’t like how you couldn’t see the bottom, and when you could, waves would always be there to knock me around and threaten to drown me in two feet of water. I didn’t know what would be in the water with me, or when the water would become so upset it was no longer safe or sane to be out in it. Unlike a pool, of course. In a pool you could swim during a rainstorm, risking only a cold, and know only other people were beside you and the occasional accident by a kid.

            There was only one way I could be persuaded to go even a bit close to the beach: peer pressure. This time, it was by Daisy, my nine-year old little sister, and our friend Max. Max was an amateur sailor who had been able to take his father’s boat out for a ride. I wasn’t keen on the idea, but Daisy had been invited to go along with my friends and had been looking forward to the trip for weeks. I loved her dearly, and thus never wanted her to cry, so I forced myself to swallow my fears and accompany her.

            The day we were to sail was not a particularly nice one. Warm enough to still be able to wear a swimsuit, albeit the sky was choked by clouds. The fire on board all wore swim attire save me. I had no intention of going into the water.

            “Alright crew, listen up!” Max commanded, donning a captain’s hat and Ray Bans. We ‘crew’ all groaned, content with watching the vessel make its way through the harbor to open sea instead of a spiel. “Please remember that there is no rough housing on the deck! There is only one bathroom on board that I myself get to empty, so please tell your bowels to be kind. Any trash shall be disposed of in the proper receptacles. Now, safety measures: life rafts and vests can be found under the benches you are all sitting on. In case of an emergency, there is only one exit on this boat—the entire deck. In the case of a lost a sea scenario, you hereby agree to all submitting to your devilishly handsome captain’s orders and the notion that Spencer is the first we eat.”

            Spencer, a tall teenager with hair as lanky as his pale body, yelled in protest.

            I sat on one of the benches gripping the railing with white-knuckled hands. Daisy, beside me, was anxiously bouncing in her seat, not holding on like I had told her. She wore a life vest around her small wiry frame. That had been one of the conditions of this trip: while she was in my care, she would have to wear a floatation device when I saw fit. Daisy didn’t need it. She was a very strong swimmer, even at her age. She was far better than me, her sister a bit more than twice her age. I simply felt safer about her being in water with it on.

            “Didn’t think you’d make it out here,” said my friend Ally as she slid over to sit next to me. Ally was one of my long time friends, one of the closest I had and probably ever would. To this event, she wore an expensive bikini and sun hat picked specifically for this outing. It didn’t matter how casual or small the occasion was, Ally would need a new outfit to appear to it.

            “Daisy wanted to come,” I replied, eyes flickering nervously to the cresting water.

            “You want an Advil or something? Maybe it’ll calm your stomach.”

            “I don’t get seasick,” I said, tearing my eyes from the waves. “I’m just not a fan of the ocean. Thanks though.” We continued to speed across the placid surface at high speed, Max cutting the engine after a good half hour or so. We idled to a stop, to which everyone cheered. The guys stripped their shirts and shades before leaping in boldly. Daisy and Ally took their time.

            I watched Daisy as she slid into the water, my heart stopping for a moment when her body was submerged by the fall. My eyes continued to watch her and the bright orange vest as she swam.

            Spencer and Max began to wrestle each other as they swam, competing to see who could dunk who first. Ally sat in an inflatable tube and sipped on a Sprite, not willing to get her precious hair wet, while Daisy flopped about happily, undeterred by the fact she didn’t have a swim mate to play with.

            The time passed by surprisingly quickly. After an hour I was relaxed enough to dangle me lefs over the deck and kick splashes of water at the boys. It was all becoming fun when I noticed that the water was beginning to grow upset.

            “Max,” I called out. “Are you sure we should be out in this weather?”

            “We’ll be fine,” the swimming boy answered. “It’s only a little choppy. The clouds will blow over soon.”

            I nodded and tried to focus my attention on something other than the fact that we were miles from shore on a small boat in a very large ocean.

            That became impossible. Soon no sunlight was breaking through the overcast and the wind was making the ride even worse. It was then Max decided that we should all pack it in. Apparently, the storm was worse than he had thought.

            The moment we were all on the boat and the anchor stowed, the weather took a turn for a worse. The sky began dumping rain, droplets fast and large enough to sting our skin as they landed. A large gust of wind rammed the ship, sending its passengers skidding towards the stern. Max managed to hang onto the steering wheel and start the motor. “Alright crew, please settle down and hold onto the railing at all times. It seems we will be facing some turbulent water.”

            A large wave rose from nowhere and crashed down on us, making Daisy scream and me panic. I reached out for Daisy, afraid she wouldn’t be able to hold on.

            I didn’t reach her in time.

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