Boat
Her feet stung as she dangled them into the cold salt water, the numerous blisters and sores throbbing painfully. She closed her eyes, and then slid gently into the water.
It was cold on her body, the salt harsh on the smooth, coppery skin. It had never been like this before. Her mother was Pleione, the goddess of the sea; she had always been one with the waves.
Now, they were cold and indifferent. She was like a boat, tossed and turned around upon a rough sea. The waves of the Fates had overcome her, and she had sunk under their power.
She climbed out of the alien environment and clothed herself, suddenly tired. She had been meant to comfort herself, but nothing of that sort had happened. She was an alien to the sea, foreign and strange. She was alone.
