Again I wake up in my iron coffin, just to have saltwater rush into my lungs again, and again. My eyes slowly give up, the visions come back--How I got into this prison in the first place, the times I was hung, beaten, burned alive. Nothing worked. "Witchcraft!" they all cried holding their crosses and pitchforks. As they dragged my whiplashed body into my new permanent nightmare. I was ready to give up a thousand times, but I can't. Again I awake, but now I see less life around me. No fish swimming by.
The coral is badly damaged, like it exploded. I'm catching glimpses as my consciousness fades once again. I can feel vibrations, explosions. There's something going on above me, on the surface. I can see spiked balloon like orbs slowly sinking to the bottom close to my coffin. "What is that thing?" I thought. "Could it be what I'm hearing up above?" I see more starting their descent. "Are these more hallucinations?" BOOM!
I wake up, "Did I drown again? Something is different. I don't feel chained anymore. I don't see any iron bars in my face. Could I have gotten out?" I couldn't believe it. "What are the chances that the navy would be disposing these old mines right where I was trapped?" My mind raced. "And I didn't explode in the process! Well maybe, but at least shape-shift back together! NOW OFF TO FIND MY ANDY!"
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Gwen's Impossible Escape
ActionImmortal guardian, Gwen, faces impossible odds in an iron coffin, sunken to the bottom of the ocean. Will she ever escape this endless cycle?
