dizziness smacked your consciousness as you grasped your glider umbrella, clothes soaked. you received a harsh whip from the massive tail which raised from the sea. your fingers grew white from pressure, and you brinked the urge of letting go. Suddenly, you heard the masculine voice approaching with such intensity it forced you awake. “though divine guidance be lost,I, the swordsman crossing the sea, shall get conquer these mighty waters!” Brant shouted out, a determined grin on his face as he held onto a hanging rope swinging quickly towards you. his hand grasped yours and you felt him hurl you to the safety of his ship, landing in supporting arms which cradled your damp body. water clogged your throat and painful saltwater encased your watering eyes.