Ocean

These vessels give us life. It’s a symbiotic relationship, they provide life and happiness and they provide us with sanctuary. It should be, at least. But mine is in flames. From my position in the water it doesn’t look so bad. But trust me, the flames are easy to spot when they completely surround you, and give no means of escape. There is no way for me to survive now, I’ve just accepted this.

Those fucking pirates. Those fucking pirates who took everything I had in the blink of an eye, and then took what everyone else had too. I have no doubt in my mind, either I die, or every pirate that took part in that raid dies. I had a good look at them so I can remember some of their faces. Uh oh, I’m starting to sink. I wave my arms around in the water and lie on my back. It seems a bit facetious to be laughing at myself right now but I am. I’m lying here, like I’m having a leisurely swim, while my home is being melted by the searing hot of a pirate’s magma bomb.

I had a lot of memories that are being melted away. My first swim, my first date, my first shitty date. Which are actually one and the same but let’s not dwell on that. It’s all gone now, so there’s nothing to actually dwell on. I think it may be a good idea to swim, but to where? I have no idea where the nearest vessel is and swimming would just burn calories. A magma bomb whizzing past my head sizzling in the water, tiny bits of lava licking the back of my neck which I quickly douse reminds me I have to get the hell out of there. I swim, swim faster than I thought even possible.

I was always last in swim meets but if my old man could see me now he’d be so proud. And soon enough, the place I called home was nothing but a speck in the distance. It was the afternoon before I had decided I had swum far enough to be safe. The red sky cascaded out from where my old home was. The red of the sky made it look like I was swimming in blood. For all intents and purposes I was. I couldn’t tell you how many people used to live on our vessel, but it was definitely enough to fill out an enourmous theatre. And out of all of them, I was the only one not to be enslaved or killed? What sense does that make?

And soon enough, as soon as the fires had died down, I heard the surprisingly quiet “pop” of a distant explosion and a rush of wind blasting me in the face, the sharp needles of exploded water hitting me. I had been in a state of almost denial the entire time, but that physical reminder gave me the wake up call I needed. My friends and family were gone. My home was gone. The memories I had of home were all that existed of it. And soon, they would fade away, as memories do, and home will be gone for real. It will have died twice.

I stopped treading water and moved myself back onto my back. I had half a mind to just let myself sink right there. I was a dead person walking, or, I guess swimming. There were no landmasses in sight besides the one speeding off in the distance which had massacred my people. There was nothing keeping me alive besides my automatic response to keep myself buoyant, just as I had been taught. I was holding out for something…but I don’t know what.

TO BE CONTINUED IN THE NEXT EPISODE OF DRAGONBALL Z, FIND OUT WHAT GOKU WILL DO AFTER THIS FUCKERSSSSS