“Take the plunge!” they shout.
I leapt, expecting the water to cradle me in fluid arms. I didn’t know how cruel mother ocean was. She shattered my bones and sucked me down deep, where cold blue crushed me like a thousand anvils, binding me to a rocky grave where I must watch the weak fall prey to the cunning—an eternal reminder of my own folly.
A box jellyfish twines luminescent tentacles around a shrimp, sucking it into a gelatinous gut. The jelly is clear; I watch acidic venom slowly digest shrimp in the same way the sea is digesting me.