The silence of a seashell.

Ch: 4

The currents have blessed me, the white shell has drifted near. I shall now try to talk to it, it's beautiful purple tint, barley visable in the dark blue waters, fills me with anxiety though. What am I to do if the shell hates me? I would be alone again, but I shall keep my hopes up.

"He.. Hello madam? I cannot believe you're here! I've been stuck out here for ages!"

I waited, for ages it seems.

"Madam?..."

The beautiful shell did not respond, I felt the current move above me, and I saw the shell in front of me shudder. It tipped over, and hit the sand without any noise. A bubble appeared for a large opening under the shell, the bubble wavered, then began its escape to the surface.

I believe this shell, has passed, long ago. I have been alone this whole time.