Day 2:
I was awakened by the familiar rocking of the waves as if to deliberately wake me. The air was salty and fresh, how familiar. To most people, the salty smell was awful to the point were they would clap their hands over their nose to reject the smell. I on the other hand, always marveled at the smell. Took it in when ever it drifted by. It reminded me of my many days at sea. However this time... It gave me a feeling of isolation and loneliness. The sky was the same blue colour with various dotted clouds.
Slowly sitting up, I rubbed my eyes and sighed. Again, I was trapped out to sea with nothing to survive on. My bones ached everywhere and moved slowly list rusted clockwork. What seemed to annoy me the most is hat I had nothing to paddle with. Even if I had no food, I could use the paddle to get somewhere since I have a compass and map... If I didn't die of starvation before I reached land. Exhausted, I hung my head and looked down to the waves. The waves lapped over each other and broke against the wooden boat. The deep blue colour seemed very inviting. Maybe swimming will make me feel better.
Agreeing with the idea, I began to remove my clothes and boots. The air wasn't too cold, just right.
Now here was the hard part, the boat rocked when I leaned over it. If I went too far it would tip over which is not what I want at all. Steadily standing up, my knees shaking with fear. The boat rocked and wobbled making me wave my arms mindlessly which only made me lose balance even more. In some ways, I asked myself why I was doing this but then I needed the space to paddle around and stretch myself out for a while. Even though I was never a brilliant swimmer, I was able to stay afloat for a while.
"Well, here goes" I muttered to myself, then jumped over the side. The tiny boat rocked violently and sent ripples through the surface of the glistening water. It glittered in the sun, smiling, I jumped into the shiny water suddenly holding my breath as I plunged into the deep blue.
Cold, icy daggers of the water stabbed at my skin. My hair fluttered above me, falling like feathers. I felt very peaceful and tranquil, like there were no worries. For some reason, the water seemed to calm me and forget all my problems. Even though I felt content, I still couldn't forget that I was trapped in the middle of the ocean. Mentally sighing to myself, I resurfaced and kicked about to stay afloat. The waves knocked against my neck making me lift my head up slightly higher to avoid me getting a nasty mouthful of water. Raising my hand to the surface, I splashed my finger on the surface making ripples. The little splash of the water was the only sound apart from the wooshing of the waves, the cawing and tweets of birds.
After so long of swimming around with difficulty, I looked back over my shoulder to see the boat still bobbing around. I was getting tired, my muscles started to fatigue so with my remaining strength I swam back. However I found it hard, the waves lapped over my eyes and my breath would catch. Panting, I awkwardly paddled back when I felt hands hoist me up and something help me swim. They seemed to help my swim faster but I began to panic but as soon as I began to kick they let me go. What on Earth is going on? It felt like human hands, not a fish of any sort. Human hands... maybe someone else is here?! Frantically looking around, I saw nothing when something at the bottom of my sight caught my attention. When I saw what it was, I sure was surprised.
There before me, was another man. Black shortish hair, deep brown eyes and fair looking skin. He looked... Beautiful. For a moment, I stared at him unable to find any words to say. It's like everything had paused and I paused with it. The man just stared back, his brown eyes watching me. I swallowed my nerves and picked up the courage to speak but before I could say anything, he quickly disappeared beneath the water. Frantically swimming away, his body slick and streamline. Beneath the water as he swam away, something glittered behind him. The longer I stared, the more I doubted myself. It seemed to look like a tail, like a mermaid. How silly, it's just the water but then... How can a human just go back under water like that? I sighed, clutching the boat tighter. For a while I didn't believe what I saw but then it really happened. I mean, did I really just see a merman in the Indian Ocean?
When I climbed back in and got settled down. I allowed my stark naked body to dry under the sun rays, my mind still wondered about the mysterious man. His deep brown eyes still flashed in my mind, the way he looked up at me from the water. I couldn't help but wonder, where did he come from? How did he know where I was or how did he find me? All these seemed hard to answer, but what baffled me most is... A merman, he really is a merman isn't he? I would repeatedly ask myself but give myself a different answer each time.
Sooner than I thought, the blue sky slowly turned orange and purple to tell me that the day was over. Smiling to myself, I closed my eyes. Why am I so relaxed? Is it knowing that I may see the mystery man again? The only reason I would stay here, is to see him again.