Stranded

Stay Calm

(Tord's POV)

"TOM" I cry out, hoping he might be able to hear me and get me out of this situation. I drag myself onto a giant rock that juts out of the deep ocean and sigh. It's no use... I struggle to wrap my arms around the tall structure, my last resort to stay safe, and spit out the hair that's made it's way into my mouth.

Salty and bloody. Wonderful.

The rain has started to fall harder, making the surface slippery and my grip loosen. I grunt and pull myself higher up, away from the devious shark below. It's circling around the rock, waiting for its moment to strike. I shiver and reach up to climb higher, only to cry out in pain as a sharp part of the rock cuts through my hand like butter. Blood drips down, onto my face and into the water, which only further excites the shark.

I close my eyes and bang my head against the cold stone. Stay calm, don't pull, don't move.

Stay calm, don't pull, don't-

The rock rumbles and a crackling sound soon follows. I slip a little and my hand splits as the rock cuts through it. I let out a pathetic whimper and grit my teeth, tears dripping down my face as more blood makes its way down the rock. Some of it gets into my eyes and mix with the tears, making my eyes sting and my vision blur. I look down to see what happened.

The shark lies unmoving.

With a harpoon bolt impaling its head.