20 June 2012
My wrists are raw and bleeding from struggling against my chains.
My hair is plastered to my forehead and saturated with sea water.
My eyes sting with the salty spray and my heart thumps faster.
It's coming. Oh my god. Im not ready. I could be back at the palace library right now, reading of gory tales instead of starring in them.
Ii can hear the deep rumble that means my time is almost up.
Why me? My father didn't even tell me why. He always was horrible but I would never expected this from him.
I see the top of the monsters scaly spine emerge from the crashing waves. Another throaty rumble.
I can only tell I'm crying by the warmth my tears leave down my face.
Rumble.
Please oh please. Somebody please come.
It's head is almost out now.
Rumble.
My stomach flips when I hear a beautiful sound.
The singing sound of a sword being drawn from its scabbard.
Thank goodness.
I'm saved.
At Sea • Opuss № I