The Madness of the Sea

by Lady of the Sky

What kind of life can one wish to live alone at sea? A good question, but the answer can well be less than desirable. Was the one from the ocean real, or simply an illusion? How can one tell with no one else to say? Perhaps his mind is trying to escape itself; regardless, he's gone now. And Lukas is lost again. (This may become a chapter fic, depending on its reception.)

Lukas Bondevik has slipped into the madness again. He doesn't know what happened to Tino, or the sea witch, or anyone for that matter.

'He mentioned humans, humans, humans, hyuuumaaaansss... That's an odd word. What are those? He said that I'm one of them. Is that a good thing? Tino was- no! Tino is a nereid.'

Lukas's thoughts seem to fight each other a bit, which is strange for him. Before he'd broken out of the madness, everything was straightforward. His thoughts were things, concepts, imaginations, dagdrøm. Wake up, wash up, catch fish, hunt a whale, eat, carve a line into the boat upon waking (he's forgotten why he does this; Lukas assumes it must have had some significance when he was younger). Count. Watch the birds. The water looks pretty today, doesn't it? What a shiny fish. I wish I could fly.

But for a short while, everything had cleared, and even back in the madness, nothing was the same. Sure, he could still lose himself in his thoughts. But now he knows there is something else for him, even in his crazed mind.

'Tino wanted me to find land. To meet other humans. But I've never been on land, and if humans were so great, they would have found me by now. I wish I would be what Tino is. Or was, I don't know. I stole his life in the water, and now I'm still just a crazy fool.' He closes his eyes with a sigh. 'I can solve that tomorrow. Another day, another sunrise, another whale, another scratch in the boat...'