[Dream]
Waves. Countless waves.
That’s what it had sounded like, faintly at first, but soon it grew with intensity. Water rushed and filled up around him and still his body laid prone amidst the onslaught. For a brief moment the fear of drowning gripped him, yet some part of him said, ‘It’s fine.’It was enough of an assurance and so the water came rolling, angry and at times an almost caress across pale skin.
Soon it filled his mouth causing him to choke, precious air escaped his lungs in a burst of bubbles. His visible eye squeezed tight in wait for the end, his body just sank down to the bottom with the nagging thought that there was something he had to do.
‘Shit! I can’t die yet, I have to find--’
And suddenly, without warning, a hand reached to yank him free. There was a hard rocky surface beneath him where he expelled whatever was left, but nothing but hard wracking gasps passed through his lips. A giant hunger overtook him so fiercely he’d wondered if he’d ever eaten at all in his lifetime. From the corner of his eye he could sense someone there watching him, yet despite wanting to look and see whom it was his vision stood rooted to the ground.
Much like the flood that had him in its grasp before, so too did this image crumble beneath his hands and feet. It left him clinging to nothing but air as his body rushed down to the waters below. There was no watery grave this time; just a small caravel ship, sails raised and adorned with a ram’s head. Not one hint of a crew could be seen and this disturbed him more than drowning. He searched it all over with names aching to be released, but was unable to give them shape or form.
There was laughter coming from somewhere, loud and rambunctious and no matter how much he turned there was no way to pinpoint where it came from. Islands passed him by each one with shouts coming from them, each voice different and painfully familiar.
‘I refuse your refusal!’
‘The only person who has the right to say that I am crazy is myself.’
‘---And as for your 'chivalry'…I guess you deserve some credit for that.’
‘I knew…that I would never be able to catch up---’
‘I am not your food!’
‘I want to live!’
Other words came and went swept away like the acrid smell of smoke wafting through the air. There was a guitar playing somewhere and at some point the caravel transformed into a larger ship, this one with a lion’s head. Music and a great ‘YOHOHO’ laugh followed along on the winds. It grated on his nerves just as much as it had his lips twitch in good humor for reasons he barely understood. Throughout it all he could here himself vaguely in the background, disjointed, just how he felt the moment he set out on this wild journey.
'Aah!~♥ Right away my beautiful ladies!'
'You wanna fight?!'
'Oi! Stop stealing people's food, you shitty-rubber idiot!'
The horizon was ahead of him coming up faster and faster. The anticipation to see what was over it, to find what it was he was looking for, grew. A smirk found its way to his face, he leaned casually on the railing; hands deep in his pockets foraging for a cigarette that he somehow knew would be there.
“Heh, just you wait. I’ll find it, you shit-bastards.” The voices slowly faded until only one voice made its way to him, his own.