Ghost Pirates of the Sea-erra Madre
At least a year goes by without you realizing, maybe two. With time you learn to understand the bubbles. Your bubble analyzing apparatus becomes useless to you. You can predict their size, path of motion, and chemical makeup effortlessly.
One day an Atlantean rides by on a seahorse, but you pay them no mind. Later you are visited by a talking dolphin, but it is of no interest to you. The flow of the bubbles makes sense in a way that nothing else ever has. You must continue analyzing them.
It's hard to keep track of "land time" with limited sunlight, and the pen you were using to cross the days off the calendar ran out of ink months (?) ago. The Moaray returns occasionally to bring you supplies and letters from home. But the letters are irrelevant to your bubble investigation, so you burn each one (safely) without reading it.
Gradually, you begin to forget your surface-dweller life. All that matters is the bubbles. Your body changes with the years, but your mind stays sharp as ever. The bubbles whisper new secrets in your ear. Sometimes it feels like you understand them more than your own self. Maybe you are bubbles. Maybe everyone is bubbles.
You feel that this is the way you want to be.
One day an Atlantean rides by on a seahorse, but you pay them no mind. Later you are visited by a talking dolphin, but it is of no interest to you. The flow of the bubbles makes sense in a way that nothing else ever has. You must continue analyzing them.
It's hard to keep track of "land time" with limited sunlight, and the pen you were using to cross the days off the calendar ran out of ink months (?) ago. The Moaray returns occasionally to bring you supplies and letters from home. But the letters are irrelevant to your bubble investigation, so you burn each one (safely) without reading it.
Gradually, you begin to forget your surface-dweller life. All that matters is the bubbles. Your body changes with the years, but your mind stays sharp as ever. The bubbles whisper new secrets in your ear. Sometimes it feels like you understand them more than your own self. Maybe you are bubbles. Maybe everyone is bubbles.
You feel that this is the way you want to be.
