Midnight Snack

I immediately spring into action. I push as hard as I can off the sand, and flail my arms like I'm making a snow angel.
I had no idea how deep into the ocean I was. It seems I am about 100 feet deep into the ocean.
When I was about to run out of air, I managed to reach the surface in time.
I see land in the distance. There is a factory and smokestack on the island. It looks too far to swim, but I might be able to get there. There is a sailboat sailing off the island.
The sailboat sees me and comes my way. The man on the sailboat has an eyepatch, and a hook for his left hand. Not the sort of person I want to sail on a boat with.
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