Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-28009263-20170702193612/@comment-27163598-20171017201956

Swimming through the open ocean is like walking through a forest fire, death lurks around every corner. Treshek eye balls the ever stretching blue for predators. A school of large tuna forms together, acting out in patterns to convey a silhouette of a mosasaur. Archelon graze along the currents, like a kite flying in tall blue sky that blanketed the rift. But this wasn't the sky, this was the cracked glass mirror that reflected the sky above.

Resting within the caverns, under the reef. Where the sun was no longer in sight, and light became dim. Fish above stopped acting out, while predators started to reveal themselves. She nudged herself along the sea floor, close to s small skeleton. What looked like the beak of a giant squid. Treshek wrapped her stiff neck around it. The ocean wasn't perfect. Our brains lacked the ability to understand writings, or feel advanced emotion. But when you loose a friend, it physically and mentally hurts, she knew the informers pain. Sudget was a good friend, now, all that's left is an outline along the floor. She was thirsting for more, she had so many questions. But I guess, when death roams every corner, it's unwise to stay to long. She needs more, she wants to know about how to cope with the pain, the loss of a friend. She must go back.