Caribbean-Colored Water

My serenity swam away with the drifting jellyfish that left nothing but pain. How could this happen to me in the most harmonious place in the world? I had spent countless hours jumping and swimming in the water with the sand encompassing my toes. Never did a thought of worry flip through my mind. Now I never wanted let my toes indulge in the warmth of the sand or let my piecey hair fall across my tanned back.

A bitter breeze makes its way down the lake until it reaches the shoreline. As I am looking towards Ruby Island I feel an algid whip hit my face, sending shivers through my spine. An astonishment of nippy air gives me goose bumps causing my arm hairs to stick up like soldiers ready to scuffle away the bitterness. I saunter towards the end of the wharf , clinching my fists tightly in my pockets to keep the coolness of the air from touching my fingers. With every step I take, I can feel my feet sliding beneath me from the metal wiring that covers the hard wooden surface.Being very cautious trying not slip into the ferocious wavy water I take a peek at what is beneath. The waves no longer look inviting like were six months ago. Instead, they look sharp and snappy enough to freeze a soul. As I am scanning the rugged surface of the lake, something catches my eye.

I put my into the water and my feet touched hard peebles in the warm water. I got deeper into the water and went under and tasted nasty salt water. I pulled my head out of the water and my eyes burned. I had to go back into the hot sand to get a towel and rubbed my eyes until they stopped burning. I laid my towel down and sat on

Soon, though there was no heat, the sand became to feel warm and not as refreshing. The water looked comfortable and crystal clear. I took a step into the water, barely covering the bottom of my foot. The water was shallower than I expected, but it felt refreshing all the same. I stepped deeper into the water, but it was about as shallow as the first step. I continued taking steps, but the water wasn’t getting any deeper. I looked down at a step and realized that the ocean was miles deep, but my feet barely made a ripple in the water. I started laughing. I should have looked down sooner and prevented the needless steps taken. I decided to walk back to the beach, but when I was looking for it, it was nowhere to be seen.

The tepid salt water instantly enveloped me, and within seconds I floated back to the top. I was mystified by what may be lurking beneath my legs, which were plowing back and forth to keep me up straight. I immediately began to disregard the heavy gear I modeled so gauchely,

Drifting down, you look towards the surface of the water, lungs burning as you imagine sucking the cool sea air into your suffocating lungs.

I stared into the dark murky lake. The black waters rippled, revealing plastic bags, soda cans, and orange peels. The stench wafted up to my nose even when standing fifty feet above. I peered below and shivered involuntarily due to the icy wind hitting me like a ton of bricks. Tightening my grip on the rails, I leaned back to control my shaking. Voices surrounded me, encouraging me to jump. But I was transfixed on what’s below. Taking a deep breath, I took one step forward.

This is the moment that I decided to jump into the ocean as well. I started to faintly doggy paddle in the warm ocean water. The current was strong, but I remained near the ocean floor at all times. Until one pressing moment I felt my feet lift from underneath me. As the waves crash down towards the shore, I. The salty sea water caressing my face, unable to breathe. I then realize that at six years old my life could come to an end. At once, the sense of urgency rushes to my consciousness. After struggling for a few minutes while shouting for help I realized my fate. Time stood still. I fell slowly, deeper into the unknown. The darkness consumed me, caressing me like a friend that I used to know. I let the ocean take me until no air is left in my lungs until my mind was silent. Feelings of my soul are washing away slowly. I'm drowning in the ocean of

‘’Come in Ally,’’ Kevin says. I shake my head without a moment 's hesitation. I do not want to go in the ocean. My mind is racing through all of the different animals that are in that ocean, just waiting for me. What if I get stung? What if a crab pinches me? What if I get eaten? There are so many really big animals in there that could swallow me in one bite!

Water, waves, thirteen kilo meters to go. Right. Left. Right. Left. All I see is blue. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. My god my arms are killing me, no land to be seen, all I see is blue, light blue skies, dark blue ocean, freezing cold air. I feel the breeze on the back of my head and the sun heating on my back. I feel my swimmers running up my skin and my goggles starting to fill with salt water. The constant waves reoccurring around every two minutes. They are getting bigger and the force is dramatically getting tougher. The lack of oxygen entering my lungs is really concerning. At the corner of my eye I can see a bunch of swimmers. One wearing a bright yellow swim suit and another wearing a yellow and red lifesaving suit. As I turn my head to the side to take a breath of fresh air I can hear the seagulls chirping. There seems to be some sea weed I felt it on my left leg, I try to kick faster to get it off, somehow I feel that a sense of anxiety and shock as the waves pass. Maybe its hit me that there is thirteen more kilometers to go. Or the fact that we are swimming above forty-seven meters deep of absolute wild sea life. Filled with different species of deadly animal life. Or the fact that I might die in the middle of the ocean because my arms and legs are killing me. I am so thirsty my tongue and whole mouth is so dry, my throat starting to hurt. I feel the need to spit from the salt water entering my nose. My fingers and my toes are numb, they’re

The weather was beautiful that day. The water was a million shades of blue. The The waters were calm, with the occasional swell rolling to shore. I stood at the helm of this luxurious 40 foot boat. It was an all white boat that had a special design for SCUBA Diving and Open Water fishing, called a Mako. I steered the boat into a pretty unprotected bay that had a nice black sand beach to the north and sheer cliffs to the south. The green vegetation clearly contrasted with the black lava fields around it.The water was deep in the bay. Yet the coral reef was visible even in the deepest spots.

I’m drowning in a sea of chaos, holding onto my last few seconds, wondering if this could be it. The salt running down my cheeks taste more pungent than the water rushing into my lungs. Tears taste like despair, agony, failure, and not even the ocean can override that overwhelming disgust on my tongue. Farther down I fade into the depths of the unknown, losing myself every inch of the way. When will this end, when will I just die and why doesn’t it happen instantly? A soft, familiar voice strolls into my consciousness once again. This voice is no louder than usual, yet maybe in light of the crushing force of water; it becomes a

I ran my feet across the damp surface of the sand, making small impressions as I went, and then watched as they each slowly disappeared. Salty ocean water mist sprayed me from the front and I had to restrain myself from charging into the inviting, cold water only two feet in front of me. Looking out across the water, I could see surfers attempting to ride the gigantic waves breaking in the distance, where the water was deep.

The water was swaying in rhythmic motions on the sand, the water slowly creeping onto the shore, then sinking back, leaving some rocks and shells that had been pulled in. As I placed the snorkel on my head, I felt the now familiar tickling sensation emerge and the hard slits forming. I practically dived into the waves, the salty water filling my neck, making me cough. I scratched my hand on the hard scales that had formed along the gills, and a couple drops of blood leaked into the open ocean. I didn’t think anything of it though.

“Mmm..hmmm,” I replied. Their question didn’t matter to me, I wasn’t interested in what they had to say, I was intensely focused on what I was about to do. Anxiously, I went up to the edge of the cliff, and observed what I would soon be hurdling into. Looking down, saw brown, scummy water below the dirt cliff that was keeping the distance between me and the water. Suddenly, I felt hands on my back, and my feet left the dirt. Without thinking, I swung my arms rapidly back and forth. Rapidly and pathetically I reached around for something to keep me from plunging into the turbid water. There was no use, I was already descending towards the water at a very rapid pace. My feet eventually reached the water, after what felt like forever. I had annihilated the water that used to be as smooth as glass, because of the absence of disturbance it once had. With the frigid water surrounding my body, chills went up my spine and into my shoulders. While submerged in the water, I came to the conclusion that my friends and brother probably left me, to frighten me. Why else would they pull a prank on me and leave me stranded in the water?