[ It happens so fast it makes his head spin. The storm that had seemed to come up out of nowhere, waking him in his bunk as it tossed the vessel about on angry waves.
At least… he thinks that’s what happened. It’s all kind of a blur, actually, and he has the very real threat of trying not to drown in the meantime, desperately clinging to a piece of driftwood with waning strength as he’s battered by stormy waves.
And then something drags him under, something wrapped around his legs and pulling him down, down, deeper, as he struggles, chokes on water, not having had enough time to drag in a lungful of air. It infuses him with a sense of panic, this familiar feeling of drowning, of not being able to drag air into his lungs, even as a flash of lightning cuts across the sky somewhere far overhead.
But before his lungs can give out, something is shoved into his mouth, something salty and stringy. It tastes foul on his tongue, but his body isn’t working right. Or something pins his heavy limbs in place, he can’t actually tell. And whatever is pushed into is mouth is held there until he has no choice but to swallow.
The taste doesn’t get any better, but instead of choking for air, he’s suddenly choking on a mouthful of water, the pressure gone from his lungs as he hears what he thinks is a voice murmuring nearby.
But that’s impossible. Isn’t it? Is he already dead? ]
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At least… he thinks that’s what happened. It’s all kind of a blur, actually, and he has the very real threat of trying not to drown in the meantime, desperately clinging to a piece of driftwood with waning strength as he’s battered by stormy waves.
And then something drags him under, something wrapped around his legs and pulling him down, down, deeper, as he struggles, chokes on water, not having had enough time to drag in a lungful of air. It infuses him with a sense of panic, this familiar feeling of drowning, of not being able to drag air into his lungs, even as a flash of lightning cuts across the sky somewhere far overhead.
But before his lungs can give out, something is shoved into his mouth, something salty and stringy. It tastes foul on his tongue, but his body isn’t working right. Or something pins his heavy limbs in place, he can’t actually tell. And whatever is pushed into is mouth is held there until he has no choice but to swallow.
The taste doesn’t get any better, but instead of choking for air, he’s suddenly choking on a mouthful of water, the pressure gone from his lungs as he hears what he thinks is a voice murmuring nearby.
But that’s impossible. Isn’t it? Is he already dead? ]