Violet Tears

[Ocean]

Bolts of lightning.

Thunderclaps can be heard.

Rain is pelting down in torrents.

Massive tidal waves.

Half of my body was submerged underwater. A single wooden plank keeps me afloat. My thoughts flitted in and out of focus.

What am I doing here? My thoughts wondered.

I have no idea how I ended up in the middle of the ocean. The reverberating sound of thunderclaps had just woken me up.

Looking for something, I swept my gaze over the raging waves colliding with the strong winds. It slammed into the water at high speeds, causing a massive wave to form. As I sped up and down the sea, the powerful ocean beneath my feet was generating enormous waves in all directions. All I could see were floating wood splinters and bobbing barrels on the surface. Everything else was pitch black.

Out of nowhere, a loud creaking noise erupted as the gargantuan mast snapped from the sheer power of the wind. Another bolt of lightning flashed across the sky. It showed a silhouette of a large sinking ship this time.

Where have all the other people gone?

Was I a passenger on that ship?

How come I can't remember?

Had the storm made the ship sink?

Am I the only one who has survived?

As I watched the ship sink into the depths of the ocean, my mind was filled with questions.

My feet wouldn't move as I tried to paddle. It's as if it's been tethered to a heavy lid. My grip on the wooden plank tightened, and I rested my head on it. My teeth were chattering in response to the blasting cold air that was seeping down to my bones.

Am I going to die?

If I make it through the night, sharks will most likely find me the next day. I let myself be carried away by the waves, knowing that as long as my head remained above the water, I would be safe for the time being.

The current beneath my feet has shifted, and it is now pulling me backwards.

Slowly, I turned to see what was causing it. When a huge wave came crashing down behind me, I felt a shiver run down my spine as I failed my one hand helplessly in the water.

It's hopeless, I'm going to be caught in it.

My eyes squinted, and I hugged the wooden plank tightly as it slammed into me. My nostrils were filled with salty water, my lungs were burning as the air struggled to get through, and my body was violently tossed and turned in the water.

I manage to break through the surface to gasp for air, but another wave slams into me, sending flinders of wood crashing into my body, but my hands didn't let go of the plank as my feet scissor back to the surface.

I bob back out of the water, and take a deep breath. But, another wave hit me before my lungs could recover, and I saw a round barrel flying towards me. I tried swimming faster and pushing my body further to avoid it, but the strong wind and waves made it impossible.

It hit me hard on the head before my eyes could blink.

Everything went black after that.

As my body plunges into the abyss, one horrible thought comes to my mind.

I'm going to die.

*****

Why is it so hot? Was death supposed to be like this?

The blazing heat scorched my back, the soft waves splashed on my toes, and my head pounded with pain. My skin was caressed by the rough sandy ground. My eyes gradually opened as they adjusted to the bright light. My head was resting on a wooden plank that I was now strewn across the sand. My hand instinctively found the wound on my head, which was covered in a thick dry substance. As I pressed my hand against a large lump, winching from a sharp pain that struck me.

Does the fact that I'm in pain mean I'm alive?

To answer my question, a wave of memories flashed in front of my eyes.

I was in the middle of the ocean and a raging storm. But, how did I end up there?

My gaze wandered around the area. Ahead, a cerulean sky, blue water, white sand beach, and lush vegetation.

I'm on an island…

I tried to stand, but my knees shook and couldn't support my weight. My face collided with the sand, as I stumbled down causing me to groan, loudly.

Something is strange. I can feel the wind rushing against my body. My gaze was immediately drawn down.

…and I'm completely naked.

How did it happen?

My head throbs as another flash of scenery floods inside my brain.

I breathed deeply, shaking the memories aside, my lungs protested from the sudden inhalation and tried to stand again, and this time I was a little more successful. My feet wobbled as I walked towards a large protruding rock on the sand, shaded by a large tree. Grasping the rough edges, I managed to lean on it and cover my nakedness with my bare hands, despite the fact that it's completely hopeless, and it looks like I'm the only person here.

Why am I naked?

My throat was parched, I tried to swallow my own saliva in an attempt to quench my thirst, but terribly failed. I'm thirsty, and my legs are barely holding up my weight. I tried to take a deep breath while scanning the shoreline, but my lungs constricted again in response.

Fragments of what appears to be a ship washed up on the beach. There was a storm and a shipwreck sunk at the bottom of the ocean.