Water

I rented a motorboat and took it out on the ocean. I got about a mile out when I found myself caught in a massive whirlpool. A part of me was terrified of going down this immense drain. Another part was in awe of its size and power. I tried to turn out to calmer waters, but I was sucked down into the depths. I ended up underwater. The funny thing is, I held onto the wheel because I thought I could steer the boat back up to the water’s surface, I didn’t realize a boat is not like a car.

I rode the boat to the bottom of the ocean. I actually sat there for a while. I think I must have been in some kind of shock. Luckily a swordfish came by and lightly tapped me on the shoulder with its sword nose. I looked towards the swordfish. It said, “I can help you, but you’re going to have to let go of the wheel.” I looked at my hands. They wouldn’t let go. I had to mentally pull one finger off at a time. I got out of the boat and hopped onto the swordfish’s back.

The swordfish road me to the water’s surface and then back to shore. I got off. I said to the swordfish, “Thanks, I owe you my life.” The swordfish said, “You’re welcome. But it’s not a big deal, I happened to be passing by.” I said, “I know, but I appreciate it.” The swordfish nodded. I felt a connection between us. That made the whole thing worthwhile.