{SAVE ME} I'm going {o v e r b o a r d} {Jack}

[Isolde Fortuna]

{Trapped in this body}

S O M E O N E S E T M E F R E E

What was going on? Something was wrong, terribly wrong. Isolde couldn’t breathe; her lungs were screaming for air like never before. She could feel the pressure of the water over her, something she had experienced, but never with this amount of force. She couldn’t swim faster than a slow drift, like she was trying to make her way through syrup instead of the ocean. But she was a mermaid! Ever since she was born, she could breathe water without drowning, survive in the deepest parts of the ocean without being crushed, swim swiftly through the sea without feeling this way. So what were these feelings? Why was she fighting to get to the surface? Why couldn’t she breathe? Her fin felt like the kelp her sisters used to form lassos; limp and useless, numb. Water was forcing its way into her mouth and flooding her lungs, making her brain go fuzzy and her vision blur. But this was a sailor’s death! She and her sisters inflicted this on their victims, mermaids didn’t die this way. Couldn’t die this way.

She wasn’t far from the surface now. She could see the sun glinting off the waves, reflecting back up to the sky. Moving her arms through the water, she pushed herself to the surface as fast as she could, a sea cucumber’s pace the quickest she could swim. She tried to move her fin as she normally did, expecting the usual feeling when she moved her tail…No. This could not be happening! Instead of the lovely, shimmering fin Isolde loved so much, she felt legs, her human legs, beneath her. But she was in the water! The middle of the ocean, no less! How could this happen? It was impossible for her to swim as a human, and, even if she had, the numbness in the lower half of her body kept her from kicking to propel herself to the surface.

For the first time in her numerous, uncounted years of life, Isolde felt the hand of fear close over her heart and mind. A fear of death surfaced in her mind, emerging from where it had hidden itself, unknown, until now. It now drifted through her mind like a bottle on the stormy sea of her tangled, troubled thoughts, being tossed and turned by waves of “what if”s. She couldn’t die! Not here, not now, not this way. She had life left to live, things to see, so many places she hadn’t been. She didn’t want to drown, to lose herself in the blue in which she had always lived. She wanted to keep the life she felt pulsing through her veins, keep the beating of her frightened heart, though it now felt as if it would jump right from her chest, abandon the vessel of her body as she struggled to keep from sinking.

But she wouldn’t die. She wouldn’t allow herself to give in to the darkness that seemed to be drawing ever nearer, the growing exhaustion that was threatening to consume her and drag her into the darkness below. This was not the way she would go. Fighting as hard as she could, she finally broke the surface, gasping and coughing, her lungs quickly filling with the salty sea wind, relief for the burning sensation from lack of oxygen. Brain still fuzzy, Isolde worked to tread water. The numbness in her legs was disappearing, and she was gaining control of them again, slowly becoming able to kick and keep her head above water. However, having oxygen in her lungs didn’t dispel the feeling of exhaustion that was growing within her. She needed to get on solid ground, and soon. But she was in the middle of the ocean, there wasn’t land for miles. Her only chance was a ship, if one happened to come by. What were the chances of that? The odds were against her. Unless a ship showed up soon, she was sunk. Still struggling to keep her head above the surface, Isolde gazed out over the water, hoping to see the form of a ship on the horizon.

There. She could see it in the distance, a giant ship with tattered black sails blowing in the salty sea wind. The Black Pearl. Isolde knew of the ship, of course. All the mermaids did. It was the one Davey Jones’ beast, the Kraken had claimed not long before. Some of her sisters had watched the fantastic downfall of the vessel, but Isolde herself had not. She had heard a whisper that it had been brought back, but she could not be certain it was true, not until now. It was her only hope now. She needed the crew to see her, to save her. Raising her hand as high as she could, she drew in a deep breath. “Help!”

[/color] she managed, but her voice was thin and weak. Frustrated, she tried again, her voice coming stronger and louder this time. “Help me![/color] She flailed in the water as much as she could without going under, trying to attract attention to herself, hoping someone on the great ship’s deck would notice her.
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