I've changed my mind, I couldn't stand to endure another second in this hell hole, I had to escape.
I scoured my brain for every possible means of escape. But every path I had thought of leads to my inevitable death; by the hands of the crewmen, by the sea or by own body. It was frustrating, nothing I could do had the possibility of escape.
A realization came to me. It was true that anything I do will doom to fail, but what if somebody else does it?
Pirates scoured the sea and were notorious for raiding slave ships such as these. All I had to do was to let them know our location. The chaos that follows would be sufficient cover, but a stray sword or debri here and there might be my end. Regardless, it was a risk i'm willing to take.
I closed my eyes and let the dark take me. Blocking out all the sounds of waves crashing against the hull, all the quiet cries that filled my ears, my still aching body, the unpleasant texture of vomit against my skin. Everything there is, then everything was gone, there was only me and the dark abyss.
In this dark abyas, I stood and took a step forward. At the sole of my feet, thousands upon thousands of illuminating stream of clear water spread accross the once dark surface. Like a river, they flowed naturally, each end connecting to a person on this ship. But the one I wanted to contact wasn't in this ship, I had to go further, further than I've ever gone, and that could have dire consequences.
The small streams of water began to reach further, now connected with hundreds of marine life below. I had never found communicating with them of great interest. Most of the time they would say "food" "hungry" and "sleep" truly they had fish for brains.
Further!
The streams of water connecting the people of the ship began to spill out from their pre designated path. The web of streams started to look more of just one big body of water. My connection with everyone with this ship was as good as severed, but that was fine by me, I didn't wan't to communicate with anyone in this damned ship anyways. I paused at that. Perhaps.
The streams began to thin out as they reached further into the horizon, it wasn't long until I've reached my limit. I called out for hope in this dark abyss. Hope answered.
I felt a connection from the farthest stream NorthEast. I focused on the stream connecting us. I could barely hear his voice. He had a thick accent, raspy voice, and very subtly, I hear him shouting orders. I was sure of it, pirates.
I tried to speak to him, but the stream connecting us was way too thin to allow any words to pass through.
"Can you hear me"
No response
"Hear me"
No response
After several failed attempts, I let my concentration drop and opened my eyes. I had failed to inform the pirate of the whereabouts of our ship, but their existence and location was all the information that I needed.