I quickly tried to swim upwards, why didn't I ever learn to swim. I tried my hardest but the weight on my foot was no use. My vision began to fade. My mouth filled up with water. I screamed but no sound came out. My vision went black. I dreamt of being with Deadshot. I woke up again two hours later, I began to try to swim again, but only failed just as bad as the last 50 times.
*Deadshot*
I woke up breathing heavily. I stared at the stars. I dreamt that I was with Annie, but then I lost her.
"Go back to sleep, we'll find her tommorow" Will muttered at me. It's been two days. We are building a raft. We have been eating fruit and animals we have found on the small island. It looks large from afar but it's the size of a small town. The raft should be done tomorrow. If not, I might just swim my way to her. None of us have a plan. Will could probably swim down there even if he would drown, he will wake up a few days later. But we can't risk a shark or something having a snack and having months of him missing and end up somewhere near Australia. Will and I could maybe pull her even with the weight. But we need to find her first. I will do anything to get her back on dry land. I can't imagine the pain of drowning over and over again. I haven't had much thought of where Mary was. I heard that she was in the captains personal guest room while we were rotting away in that damned prison. I should of just helped her escape. I couldn't sleep, I didn't want to. Yes, I wanted to be with her. But I knew it was a dream. I looked over at her father. I wanted to put my hand over his mouth and suffocate him. My brain began to throb and a headache hit my head. I fell off into sleep. I woke to three men staring at the three of us. They spoke a different language. They had guns. Will was on their boat beckoning to me. Mark was asleep on the boat. One grabbed me and I kicked him hard in the knee. He fell forward, I threw the other guy over my shoulder.
"Get away from me!" I yelled and ran into the jungle without looking back. I didn't know what was wrong with me. My head throbbed and my feet were killing me. I fell forward. My face hitting the green grass. My eyes roll backwards and everything falls to black.

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Where The Bullet Lands
ActionI suddenly wake up from the nightmare. I rub the haziness out of my eyes and grab the bottle of whiskey sitting next to my bed. I take a big swig and stand up. My room is dusty and as rundown as you get. It's 1881, I am 16, a drunk and couldn't stay...