The Ocean's Girls

Adrift

Beyonce

I fight to maintain my position on the board while keeping the woman from slipping off. I begin to fully recognize my position. Stuck in the ocean no where near land in the middle of a storm and rip tide, which I was in no position to fight. I release a deep breath, trying to calm my nervous state as we crash through another wave. It was going to be a long day. 

Rihanna

I was aware of the gentle lapping of water. That was it. The calming repetition of the liquid grounded me for a second before I became aware of another thing. The sun was beating down on me, and my lips felt overly chapped. My head was strangely groggy and too slow to process every emotion and feeling that started to crash into me- 

I decided to take one thing at a time, making a metal list of everything I came to notice. 

My legs were in the water. 

My back hurt from lying in a weird position. 

My skin felt hot from the continuous glare of the sun. 

And my stomach felt strangely empty.

I slowly start to open my eyes, the sun blinding. What I came to see surprised me. A beautiful woman was looking down at me seemingly concerned, her sandy brown hair falling gently around her perfect face. Was this how Eric felt in the Little Mermaid when Ariel saved him? Because this is was too weird. But for some reason her beauty entranced me so much that I didn't feel the need to immediately panic. 

I slowly sit up, realizing my head had been perched in her lap. Cheeks burning I shift my position, nearly falling off the surf board. Wait, surf board? What?!

I look wildly around, definitely panicking now. I was sitting on a surf board in the middle of the ocean with a model?!

I try to remember the last thing that had happened, eyes widening when I remember the drowning incident. How I had gotten from there to here was strange, but my body seemed fixed on the memory of the sinking through the ocean because I start hyperventilating, panic making my body tense up as my breath comes in short gasps. 

"Woah woah woah, you're okay," The woman quickly tells me, grabbing my arm to help prevent me from slipping into the water again. I shake my head, taking deeper breaths to try and calm myself. 

"It's okay." She repeats, and I am grounded at how strangely beautiful her voice sounds. I nod slightly, gripping the edge of the foreign surf board tightly. 

"What- what happened?" I ask, my voice coming out strangely gravelly. 

"I'm not exactly sure, but I saw you out there, and I had to help you- all in all we ended up here." She says, still looking at me carefully. I hated it when people did that, like I was some wounded creature. 

The ocean was slightly chopping, continual rolls of water moving the surf board gently up and down. It looked to me mid-afternoon, the blaring sun blazing, previous signs off any storm or clouds not in sight. 

"So... we're stuck." I say, my voice coming back. She nods sadly. After a few seconds of quiet I fidget my feet in the water, bringing them out and then back underneath the surface. 

"What's your name?" We both suddenly ask each other, eyes meeting, and smile nervously at the silly mistake. 

"I'm Beyonce." She says quickly to avoid another awkward moment, and I find myself smiling. 

"Robyn," I tell her. "But everyone back home calls me by my middle name, Rihanna, or Anna for short." She nods. 

"Pretty much everyone calls me Bey." I nod again, studying her in a new light. She had a perfect figure, displayed in a white one piece herself. Her hazel eyes seem to study me too, and it feels beyond awkward on one hand, but on the other I feel strangely calm in her presence, like I automatically knew she would never do anything to hurt me. Too many people already had.