Space dementia `` Jake/Hart Jan 29, 2009 17:49:22 GMT
Post by Hart Kennedy on Jan 29, 2009 17:49:22 GMT
Pulling his hair up into a tight ponytail, Hart gazed out at the crystal blue sea and breathed in the sharp scent gratefully, feeling his head clear. After a four hour flight, his head was still pounding and he could still hear the dull roar of aircraft engines in his ears. Not to mention the boat journey out to the island. As he bent down to pick up his goggles, Hart felt his stomach twist in embarrassment. He didn’t think he would have needed another dose of travel sickness pills. Luckily Holly had been there so it wasn’t like he’d been hurling over the side of the boat with no one to look after him. Putting on his goggles, Hart walked slowly across the hot white sand towards the water’s edge. Dabbling his toes in the gentle wash of the tide against the beach, he giggled to himself. It was cold and if he stood still for long enough, small silver fish would swim close and even nibble at his feet. Wading in deeper, he stretched his arms, feeling the heat of the sun warming his bare back contrasted with the cold sea water lapping at his waist.
Kicking out against the current, Hart swam further out into the sea, pushing his body down under the water and spinning, imagining he was a creature of the sea. He felt freer in the water, able to twist and turn and feel weightless. It was like his weightlessness lifted the weight of his troubles. Although the homesickness hadn’t yet hit him, Hart was fully aware that he was in a new place and far away from home. But Holly’s here, he reminded himself. Surely he’d be okay as long as she was around? Surfacing for air, his thoughts trailed off into simply observing. He gasped quietly at the sight of the sea cliffs, pale ochre, sun bleached and sea beaten. You could just about see the tops of a couple of cave mouths, tall enough to swim into if you were brave. Hart decided he wasn’t brave and turned his face back to the water. Gazing down into five or six metres of water, he felt a jolt of panic. What if there were sharks?! Hart tried to think logically to calm himself down. More people died from coconuts and bee stings than they did of sharks, he thought.
Swimming further along the coast, but making sure not to swim too far out, Hart spotted shoals of fish glimmering near the sea floor. Whist peering down at them, he spotted a shiny looking object half buried in the sand. Taking a huge gulp of air, Hart dived down, kicking hard with his legs and pulling with his arms. His lungs ached as he held his breath tightly. He was near the bottom when it suddenly dawned on him how deep the water actually was. Thrashing, he noticed at the same time that the shiny object was just a drink’s can. Panic filled him and he kicked out hard with his legs. His foot came into contact with a rock, and he screamed. Air burst from his lungs and he felt himself sinking. Squeezing his eyes tightly shut in fear, he thrashed in the direction he thought might be up, but felt himself slipping away. He had to get to the surface before he passed out. Suddenly, his fingers brushed the surface of the water and he gasped in relief, only to have salt water rush in to his mouth. Coughing and spluttering, he passed out just as his head broke the surface and the last thing he was aware of was an endless sinking feeling.