Wonderous Blue

Lime Bananas in the Ocean

Marks POV:

     Fuck, I need to do this... It's the only way. Come on Mark you can do this! Just do it quickly then we can turn around and go back to the dorm.

     If you were wondering, "This" is referring to the plan of swimming in the middle of the ocean.

     I sit on my little rentable motor boat, contemplating on how I will convince myself to get into the water. Small waves gently rocked the tiny boat, which made me feel even more nervous about the whole ordeal. Additionally, the current was slowly pushing me around to the right, which made me even more terrified. I looked around at the miles and miles of ocean surrounding me, only now truly realizing how far away I was from civilization.

     I quickly dip my toe in, shivering slightly at the contact of the almost frigid water. I didn't think it would be this cold... After all, it's the summer! Then again, it is pretty damn early. Hell who am I kidding, it's 4 o' clock in the fucking morning. Obviously, the ocean plans to freeze my ass off!

      "Did I have to do this so early in the morning?" I quietly mumbled to myself, still slightly dazed by waking up so early. I rubbed my eyes and took a big yawn.

     "Nevermind I remember why I'm doing this shit," I softly replied to myself. Good thing nobody is here, or else they would probably assume I'm crazy.

     The reason I woke up so early is that I didn't want anyone seeing me do this. Out in the afternoon or later there was bound to be some sail boat or canoe or something. There's another reason too. I don't want anyone knowing about my stupid fear of the ocean. The strange freakish creatures, the depth. About 80% of the damn thing we don't know about. For all we know, there could be some type of modernized animals living it up down there. I don't want mess around with those hypothetical things. No thanks.

     I didn't bother to tell anyone that I would be out here because then I would have to make up some bullshit explanation that I was not in the mood to tell. None of my friends knew, or would have to know about it. They'd probably use it against me or blab it out. Or maybe not. It's better this way though.

      I'm only doing "this" because of my new job. I was hired to be a fisherman. Why did I have to get a job as a fisherman? A fucking fisherman?! Trust me, I did try to find another, any other job, to take me in. Sadly, it seemed no other job would accept me. It was kind of hard to apply for jobs that wanted experience when you've never had a job before. Especially if you're foreign.

     Trust me, if I didn't need to this I wouldn't. I much rather be watching The Emperors New Groove on Netflix and sipping on hot cocoa in my bed in the late afternoon, than being out here, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN, AT 4 FUCKING AM! Sorry, I'm having a hard time getting over that fact.

     Anyway, as a struggling college student, I needed money badly. How else was I going to put food on my plate? How else was I going to pay monthly rent? Can't do that without contributing to society and getting a job. Not to mention the debt I will have to deal with once I'm out.

     At college, I was studying Engineering since it seemed like it could get me somewhere in life. They made a fair amount of money, something that could set me up for life. The topic was ok, but I knew there could be more interesting jobs I could do. I came from America to Ireland to go to college after seeing the huge price difference. It was so much cheaper in Ireland compared to America! Even still, college still managed to swipe me under my feet and rob me of every penny I had...

     I have to stop thinking of this stuff! How else will you do this if you don't have the balls to even think about doing it? Right. Ok. I can do this. It's not like I'm going to die or anything!

     I hastily double checked that I had my goggles and my lucky pair of red swim trunks. I also made sure my glasses were safely put away in their case. I'm ready for this! I take a few steps back, in an attempt to have some sort of running start off my cramped boat. I give my fluffy ink black hair a "Good luck!" floof, which made it look all tall and silly. I snapped my goggles over my eyes dramatically. After all that jazz, I started a countdown to help me out the plan into action.

     "3!" I shout confidently. I'm really doing this?!

     "2!" I shout again, losing some of my confidence. There is nothing to be worried about...

     "1!" I shout with a slight tremble, but the loudest out of all the others. No turning back now! I start to run off the boat and plunged deep into the pitch dark water. I become immediately immersed in the ocean as if I was apart of it.

I waited for 1... 2... 3... 4... 5...

     It's probably time to go back up before I have a panic attack. I tried to move upwards, but I couldn't! The frigid water had paralyzed me, I couldn't move if my life depended on it! Which it actually does in my case! The best I could do is slightly twitch, not like that would help. The ocean was now my puppet master and it wouldn't allow me to move my strings. In the few seconds I had started to mentally freak out. The current had begun to pull me to the right, just like it did to my boat. At the same time, I began to slowly degrade downwards. The deeper I went, the more pressure I could feel pounding down on me.

     "HELP!" I tried to shout, but the water silenced basically all noise and filled my lungs up with water. This is how I'm going to die!

     Black and white spots were now dotting my vision. My fear was coming true! I was going to die and nobody would even find the body. Nobody would know what happened to me. Family and friends? Psh, they would never know where Mark Fischbach disappeared to. No matter what, they would never find me. I probably should've stopped my anxiety from telling someone what I was doing.

I look around desperately in hope of finding something, anything, to help me. As I was swept more to the right and more under I began to see in the corner of my eye, a person? I attempted to look at their eyes, which looked like two sky blue pin pricks. They stared back at me. Why is a human down here? Near the person I spotted two neon green blobs: one small lime-shaped blob and one long banana shaped blob. I tried to squint and see what it was, but they (it?) were too far away and there were too many white and black spots to see properly anymore. I constantly switched between the twos shapes, trying to comprehend what I was seeing.

Heh... There must be a Lime banana in the sea! I smiled stupidly to myself, thinking of how weird that was. That's all I could think, even though I was probably dying at this very moment. It was if all my anxiety went away for some reason. I kept thinking about that last thought until the darkness enslaved my vision and as I descended to the bottom of the ocean floor.

BTW This is basically what happened Start at 5:05
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