Chapter 2 – The sighting

The storm had made the seas black and angry, the waves bashed against the ship with hunger as it tried to drag it to the dark depths below.

Vladimir wasn't scared; he couldn't die after all. His face was in one of concentration as he pushed on towards the growing voice that called for him. He could hear it, it was barely a whisper but it could be heard over the roaring wind, crashing waves and the lightning above.

The sound of wood splintering could be heard before he was thrown from the ship he sailed. Water filling his lungs as his body submerged into the hungry depths. The urge to cough and splatter, to rid himself of the wretched salt water was evident; but his eyes caught the wrecked ships below.

It was a graveyard. One that had him on edge as his head wildly spun from side to side, his eyes darting everywhere in the murky water for any signs of danger.

My love…

Vladimir snapped his head to the direction of the whisper in his mind, only to capture a glimpse of brown and colour.

Quickly he swam; dodging the debris from his and others fallen ships as he chased what he saw. He knew he was getting close to land as the ground below seemed to grow in size and become closer to his person.

Another flash of brown and colour caused Vladimir to push himself faster as he turned and pushed off the rock at his feet, his arms pointed before finally wrapping around the thing he saw.

Though as he opened his eyes a little more, blinked and almost gasped in shock; Vladimir noticed that it wasn't a thing he caught but a woman. A woman so beautiful he dared not to let her go, ignoring the fact that the woman in his arms was not just a woman.