Lost Boys (Ziam)

Chapter 6: Mysterious Ship

The storm was still raging, but quieter now. Zayn scanned the bubbling water, looking for his boyfriends face amid the debris. He wasn't there. Gaining control of the makeshift surfboard, he moved through the water, looking for any sign of him. There was none. The sea grew calmer but it was becoming harder and harder to see a metre or so ahead of him. Zayn realised that a mist was settling. It grew thicker, enclosing him in his own personal crowd. No! Now he would never find him. He flapped his hands around him, like some spastic penguin, trying to push the mist away, but all this did was unbalance him. He brought his hands back down to the float and, defeated let his head fall onto it's surface. What was the point? If Liam was gone there was nothing for him. He might as well slip from the float and dive back down into the water and drown. At least they'd be together then.

Zayn lost track of how long he drifted for. It seemed like years, but it might have only been a few seconds, stretched out of all recognition through despair and tiredness. Now, the mist was thinning. Through it, he could see a shadow if a ship, not a modern ship, an old ship. It was faint but he could not miss the outline it was like an old galleon. He'd only seen such things in boks and as a model at the maritime museum. He must be imagining it - hallucinating as death approached.

But no, it was a ship. As the mist began to lift he could see it quite clearly - turning in the water. Why was it changing direction in the middle of the ocean? Unless it was stopping for some reason. Perhaps it had come to rescue him? Confused by the thought, he used his remaining strength to have his arms in the air and cry out hoarsely.

"Over here! Over here!"

The ship continued to turn but not in his direction. He could see no one on board. No on had seen him. The mist had lifted to the level of the deck. As the ship completed its turn, a soft golden light fell upon the ships figurehead - a young woman. If only she were a real woman instead if a painted statue. Her piercing eyes seemed to watch him but, of course, they were nothing more than dabs of paint on wood.

Zayn was at a loss what to do as the ship began to move off into the distance. As it sailed away, he made out sails quite unlike any he had ever see. They were like wings with veins of glimmering light.

"Hey!"

Zayn called again.

"Help!"

But his voice was weak and the ship was already too to far away. All he could see was the dark silhouette of its strange tattered sails. They seemed to flap gently as the ship made its way. It seemed as if, rather than sailing through the ocean, it skimmed the surface being unaffected by the crashing waves. His mind must be playing tricks. It just didn't make sense. His body felt dull and heavy and now it seemed his mind was losing the fight too. Liam was gone. The ship that might have rescued him had sailed away. The only option open to him was to give up and join his boyfriend on his watery grave.

"I love you Li and never forget that, I'll be there in a few minutes"

He whispered.

And with that he drifted off into his deep sleep.

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:'( so what do you think of that? Hope you enjoyed. Chapter 7 is next :)