The Ocean’s Prize

The ocean drew the limp body deeper into its cold embrace, the suns rays loosing their grip as the lurid abyss only grew darker. The white veils of the dress swirled and lurched mesmericly following the young female they were connected to, tenderly weaving themselves around her tired body. Long, light-brown hair moved about in the same driftless dance reaching out before curling back in, framing the peaceful face.

Pale skin highlighted in supple reflections from the weakening sun above, supple lips parted kindly for Adam's salty ale to inturde and fill her spent lungs. The last remaining air within her body escaping in a crowning spurr of bubbles and dissapearing above, her body sinking deeper and deeper and deeper into the greedy unknown below.

The ocean's prize dressed in white, never to see the surface again, a sacred right it has, the great blue sea gives life to all kind but it also takes, a price to pay, a debt we owe. It is unknown as to where she came from, where the ocean grabbed her and pulled her down, we do not know her story and we never will. This mystery is now the oceans treasure.