Short Stories

Ship and land

I awoke to the gentle rocking of my raft. The memories from the night before, washing into my brain. Our ship is gone. Swallowed by the mighty sea. I felt a strong urge to paddle. So i do so. I paddle and paddle. Since i'm deaf and the sea and sky are as smooth as glass, i have no measure of movement, but i keep paddling. I see land. As i paddle towards it, i see a fin. WAIT! Not a fin, but hands. First it's hands, then it's the top of a head. Finally there are 3 females sitting on the water's surface. They are talking, but i can't hear them. I point to my ear and shake my head. They look at each other. They lunge forward and the last thing i remember is a high pitched noise.

I open my eyes. I can hear things. "You are one of us." I look up and see the 3 females. "What?" I ask. Wait! I can speak. "You are one of us." I look at their bodies, or the land that is their bodies. I look down at my own body and see land. "I'm one of you's." "Welcome to the ship."