She couldn't hear anything. She couldn't see anything. All she could feel was how cold she was, and how heavy her body felt.
It was a struggle to even lift a hand, as if she was being pulled down by an unforeseen force.
But then, something had grabbed a hold of her body. She was being dragged upward, her neck snapping with the gravity.
She was able to open her eyes now, hearing a muffled gasp for air as they broke the surface. Had she been drowning? Blinking, she tried to get adjusted to the bright light of the moon reflecting from the water's surface.
"Are you an idiot? Didn't anyone teach you how to swim?"
Chessebelle looked up at the male as he shouted at her, holding her like a sopping bride he fished from the ocean. His bald head wasn't helping her eyes adjust, just as reflective as the water.
She opened her mouth to say something.
Instead, she vomited sea water all over the both of them.