The Ocean Can Be Friend Or Reaper
There was once a girl who lived on the ocean shore. As she had grown up, the ocean had been her favorite friend; she went out on the beach every day, sometimes swimming, sometimes walking, and sometimes just sitting in the sand, listening to the ocean breathe. She swam very often; so often, that her natural hair color was bleached by the sun, and her skin was permanently salt-water scented. During the summer, she was out on the beach every day, from dawn until dusk and often later.
It was on one of these summer days that she was swimming, far out in the ocean, floating on the backs of the waves. She was out much farther than she had ever been before, but that had never worried her. She just continued swimming, treading water, observing the other-worldly landscape beneath the surface. However, she noticed the current changing; it was getting a little stronger than she was used to. Still she was unconcerned, for it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle.
The current kept gaining more strength, steadily pushing her farther out to sea. When she noticed what was happening, she began to get a little worried. The waves were rougher out here, the flux of the ocean much stronger and wilder; she was having trouble keeping her head above the tumbling sea surf. She realized where she was; she was stuck in the rip tide. The only way to escape it would be to swim diagonally towards the beach. Although she could only see a small strip of land that was the shore, she began to swim, gaining little progress, her already-tired limbs getting quite heavy.
All of sudden, a very large wave rose up from the water and came crashing down, straight onto the girl. It felt like a hundred hands were pushing her down, forcing her deep under the water. She managed to kick her way back to the surface, but more waves had formed by then. They kept coming, crashing down upon her head, as though the ocean was determined to keep her under. She finally lost all strength to fight it. Her whole body was cold, her lungs were filled with salt water, and the tide was dragging her under.
Right there in the rip tide of the ocean, in the arms of her “favorite friend,” she drowned, her body sinking below the surface, coming to rest on the ocean floor. It was never found.