Water That Goes Crazy (JenLisa)

Prologue

My body follows gravity correctly and falls from my back. My right hand reflexively tried to grab something, but I couldn't grab a single straw.

Through the gaps between the fingers of my outstretched hand, I could see a man's face looking down at me with furrowed brows and eyes like glass beads. So I relax my outstretched arm and spread my hands loosely to accept the situation. If I stretched out my hand like that, I felt like I was asking that man for help.

A person who has been in a serious accident may testify that "it felt like slow motion." Now it happened to me and I finally knew that those words were true. Even while I was thinking about such things, the unreliable boat rocked by the undulating waves, and the figure of the man standing at the bow looking down at me faded away.

With a loud bang, my back slightly split the sea. But the swell of the sea and the wind drown out the sound in an instant.

And then the spray of the waves blocked my sight, luring me into a world of silence. The waves that were so violent are like a cradle that comfortably envelops my body.

Looking up at the surface of the sea, the white swirls and fragments of the blue sky that lingered, mixed together with the red of the setting sun, which seemed to celebrate the end of the world, created a fantastic beauty.

I relax and close my eyes.

The feeling of sinking as if being dragged down by being wrapped in a huge palm was strangely comforting.

It's unwilling to be killed by that man, but it's not bad to die being embraced by the sea like this.

I don't know how many minutes that was past. I don't know if I'm dead or still alive. I thought death would be even more painful, but perhaps because my heart was at peace, I didn't feel any pain at all.

"****"

I thought I heard a voice.

I couldn't hear it clearly, but I think it was my old name that no one calls me anymore.

I opened my eyes. I can no longer see the surface of the sea that I could see until just now. When I turned my head and looked down, I could see a rocky area with many seaweeds, sea anemones, and other creatures. There is a small amount of sand on the side.

I strained my body to change my position and landed on the faint sand. When I put my feet on the sandy ground, the dust rises up and makes my vision worse.

As I waited quietly for the dust to subside, a fish whose name I didn't know passed me by with curiosity, and I saw the octopus, whose sleep was disturbed, running away in anger.

The world of the seabed that I imagined is spreading in front of me.

Maybe I'm dead and only my soul is standing at the bottom of this ocean. While thinking that, I try touching my own arms and legs. I felt no different from when I was alive. I patted my body, but still couldn't find anything different. At that moment, my fingertip touched the square box in the inner pocket of my jacket. I take out the box.

It would be best to take a moment to calm down and think about this situation. Take a cigarette out of the box and put it in my mouth. And when I held up my lighter, I stopped moving.

Just tried to make sure, but I can't light a lighter in the sea. When I realized I couldn't smoke, I was able to feel that I was at the bottom of the ocean for real. I force the cigarette into the box and put it back in the inner pocket.

I was pushed into the sea and sank. So there is no contradiction that I am at the bottom of the sea. I just don't know how I can stay calm in the sea. The only thing I can think of is that would be that my body had already died and I was only in a state of consciousness.

I crouched and touched the sand. The sand danced softly, and flounder or flatfish that had quietly hidden fled in a hurry. I pinch the sand while apologizing to the fish in my heart. The feeling of touching it is the same as when it was alive.

If I am still alive, how can I breathe in the sea? The shock of falling into the sea awakened my psychic powers... I don't think so.

It would be more natural to think that I had this ability since I was born, just because I didn't notice it. It's ironic that you realize this ability when you're about to be killed. If I had realized it sooner...if I had known it as soon as I was born, my life would have been very different.

I took a deep breath, but due to the resistance of the seawater, I couldn't get the refreshing feeling I had on the ground.

At that time, a large black shadow fell over my head.

The big shadows that appear in the sea aren't all safe. I strained my back and looked up at the owner of the shadow.