Drowning.
The sea meets the sky and travels on for seemingly forever.
A lone beacon in the distance penetrates the night sky.
Fistfuls of rotten wood littered on the midnight banks.
Stones sink beneath the weight of my boot.
Waves violently beat against the rocky shores.
Icy ocean fear washes over.
Neck deep in Poseidon's fury.
Sinking into the abyss.
Darkness is growing.
Last breaths.
Drowning.
Harry English.
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