Fins And Legs

“Come on men, we need to make this storm, we need to find land,” Panic spread through me, if they find me, I fear for the worst, I try my best to lift the metal thing, but I cannot, it is too heavy “No… no,” I try once again and my fin pulls underneath out, I try my best to swim, but the bruises on my tail stop me, something splash into the water and panic once again spread through me, I cannot swim away.

The storm grows larger with each minute passing, I cannot remember the last time I saw one like this… a large shadow floats on top of me and fear struck me “What is that?” The current pulls strongly on my tail as I swim towards the shadow, I know I may not, but I need to know “Come on men, we need to make this storm, we need to find land,” My eyes stretch at the human voice, I have never heard them so close, his deep clear voice frightens me