I flailed back and forth in a mild struggle as they tied the white cloth tightly around my mouth, forbidding me to speak, and one over my eyes, leaving me blinded. My hands were tied ridiculously tight; the ropes made indents on my wrists. They shoved me onto the edge, forcing me to walk straight, sword tip resting against my back. One step backwards and the sword would be plunged into me. I took another step. I tried to keep my balance as the plank bobbed up and down and up and down as I took another blind step. Damn cloths.
I heard all the boys whimper as they watched me walking the plank, damned to the ocean where I am to drown for my "bad behavior." I almost glanced behind my shoulder, but it would've just been awful to seem them tied up and bound together like I was just moments ago, not to mention I couldn't see a damn thing due to this unreasonable handkerchief. Pausing to catch my balance again, the one holding the sword 'poked' me with it, then snapped, "Ay, girlie, keep walking!"
Throwing my head up, I longed to see the swirls of pinks and blues in the clouds next to the greatly shining stars. God, and everyone else on this retched ship, knows that will never happen. My toes hang ten off the edge as I just stand there and breathe in the last breath of air I'll ever get. I listen closely and all I focus on is the few footsteps that quietly tiptoe towards the plank, when all of a sudden, the plank shakes wildly and I feel myself fall.
I thought after I heard the crash that dying would be painful, but it wasn't. It wasn't simple, if that was where you were getting at. The water drops piled in through the tiny holes in the sides of my mouth, the crests where my top lip meets my bottom. The salty ocean water was sucked into my body, up through my nostrils. I could feel my short hair spin wildly around my head as I began to sink lower, getting sucked into some baby currents. My head started to feel heavy and I'm pretty sure the rest of my small amount of consciousness was lost.