The water was warm in the August sun. The sand was scorching under my feet. I swam into the ocean away from the world. A current took me under, it swept me out to sea. I kicked and screamed and swallowed the salty water. I am not a fish and the salt burned my lungs as I tried to pull free.
I would have drowned if something I hadn’t grabbed the thing. It wasn’t something I could explain. I pillar of air. Sand filled hand holds a rock face to climb until Dorian could use the jet-ski to find me.