Deep Under

"Where am I? How did I get here? What happened?" All these questions ran through my head as I was sitting there
on that cold damp rock listening to the faint whispers and slashes coming from the water in front of me. I look into the distance and see smoke arising from the now oily water. Planks of oak wood are floating around in the oily water that was once crystal clear. Once I was tired of looking at the disastrous water I decided I should try to move off this rock and to a floating plank. I sit up to move but I can't. "What is this!" I say aloud in shock and fear.