Thalassophobiak Recovery
The deep blue stretches out beneath me, like a cloud of black smog. The colours of shallow water are nowhere to be seen. Surrounded by an endless abyss of nightmares, the waves greet me too warmly as they splash into my little boat. The rope connected to Jáx pulls taught. A multitude of fearful thoughts wash over me. I can’t see him, is he ok? I should have gone down with him, but the deep fears overtook me.
I bury my face in my hands and pull my knees to my chest. I feel sick, there’s a gut twisting feeling inside me, telling me to run. I look and see a red liquid floating on the surface, was it. Blood? I rubbed my eyes, it disappeared, I yanked on the rope, his weight was still there. I sigh, and deflate. The rope slacks as he comes up, his head peaks up above the waves.
He gives me a goofy grin, before signalling for me to come down, I rechecked my gear before slipping on my O2 and the other important tanks. I plunge into the water, its warm and feels sticky against my semi-dry suit. I strap on the tether. He takes my hand as we plunge downwards. With his free hand he signals that we were going to stay at this depth. Probably because I’d black out if we went any deeper. He told me not to look down. Wise warning, not that I need it.
Something brushed against my hand, I saw a pufferfish school slowly making its way past us. Luckily the one that touched me was still deflated, they were tiny, and kind of cute with big eyes, was all marine life like this? If so maybe it’s not as bad as I thought…. Many schools of small prey fish pass us in a hurry, several crash into me. I signal to go up, scared of a deep-water predator, or worse. My buddy nods I press the button on the tether that’ll take us back to the boat. I couldn’t see anything, despite frantically looking around for big-glowing-yellow eyes and huge blueish-black blobs, circling aggressively around us.
Back on the boat, Jáx undresses me and wraps me in several toasty towels that had been heating up in the sun. I wasn’t trembling from the cold I’m literally surrounded by my worst fear, he then patted my head. Complimenting on how brave I was, I was far from it. 10 more seconds down there and I would’ve passed out. I felt my cheeks flush but i quickly bottled it away. Jáx is outgoing but a moron so he's not good at reading the mood
He pulled out some root beer, and handed me a bottle, I took it, shame it’s got no alcohol in it. I really need the booze right now. I lean on my buddy, now that I pay attention to it, this guy is really good looking. Ahhh, I can’t be thinking about that now! He’s just a friend. Just a friend.
~*Le Time Skip*~
This is awkward, the motor stopped working, I didn’t want to wake Jáx since he fell asleep a short while earlier, he could have chosen a better place than my lap.
Rayven is waiting on shore for us, in fact they're probably not. They've probably gotten drunk or busy flirting with 'attractive' strangers. Despite it only being 3pm.
I can’t feel my legs. He rolled over, his face now in the gap between my thighs. I gasp, my face heating up. I nearly roll of the boat. I wish I did. But is he ok, is he getting enough air? I’m not the most comfortable of people to lay on either. I’m just skin and bones, barely any muscle.
I spot a barracuda swimming around us. I’m fine in shallow waters, apart from the fact the sun rays bouncing are unnecessarily bright. It’s worth the semi-blindness. I look down to Jáx who’s happily snoring away, and quickly snatched the camera, and snap over 20 pictures of a group of multicoloured fish.
Honestly I have no idea where we are. It’s kind of scary. But at least I’m not alone.
