Whatever it is I felt when I first encountered those marine creatures, whatever it was I felt when I first laid eyes on the island, everything has been dialed up to 11 as the ship approaches its sandy shores.
I stand on the ship's haul frozen in place.
The salty air lashes against my face and the ship's smooth sailing has been reverted to an unsteady and erratic buoyant upheaval.
I try to keep calm, but I feel my nerves failing me.
Most especially as these indescribable whispers chant words in my ears, which I can't understand.
As the seconds pass and we get closer, I feel like every bone in my body is about to shatter.
In this moment, I've become a moth caught in a hurricane.
I try with every ounce of my strength to keep myself together, but the closer we get, the more I feel I'll lose my sanity.
This crippling fear and this strange pull, a mix of water and oil.
What is even happening to me?
