and along with it, my oar.

Up the creek without a paddle. At least I fit the saying now.

I lowered my centre of gravity as I started to lose balance. The current was sweeping me along just parallel to Shamus Five. Any second now I was going to fall off the debris of the raft. I was amazed I even stayed afloat this long. I glanced towards the ruins again. Just over 100 feet…

My strength was sapped. My lungs were strained. My forearm was battered. The arch of my foot was bruised. And I was 2 or 3 seconds away from dunking into the water anyway. Might as well swim for it. I took a deep breath and dove into the sea. Before I breached the surface, I wondered how much worse this ocean had in store for me. How much more terrible th...

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