Deadly though this sea is, it is quite forgiving. But no more than seconds pass before I find myself standing where my feet had last touched something solid-I, given another chance to find my way safely forward, and She another chance to swallow me whole. She does indeed snap me up once or twice, tossing me into the air before crunching into me with Her wicked teeth. She goads me into the water, slithering around back and forth and waiting for me to stumble into the sea so She can snap me up. I can see Her glowing eyes, Her gaping maw, and the black hair-exactly like the hair covering me-that covers Her thick serpentine body. But there is another Her, this one lurking in the deep. It is time to clamber over buildings in the dark, using only the Girl’s strange power to direct me.
I direct my boat around the corner to escape Her, but find myself at a dead end. She simply sits there, insulting me and highlighting the worthlessness of which I already am well aware. Her words are knives She hurls them at me and seems to know exactly where they will hit, and how hard. I have no name for Her, but She knows mine, and knows every single thing about me. She erupts from the water and blocks my way forward, little distinguishable of Her form save for glowing eyes, a wicked smile, and a mammoth shell within which She has concealed herself. It becomes more and more evident by the second that I have experienced this before, because She knows me. But the Girl is there, laughing and twirling just above the water’s surface. I find myself afloat in a flooded city, equally familiar in and of itself to the familiarity of this whole forsaken situation. She instills in me a strange power-or is it strange at all? It feels so familiar, almost exactly like a flare gun-that lights my way through the chaos, and guides me to safety. It’s a Girl, it turns out-she never tells me her name, and I don’t see her face-dressed in a bright raincoat and floating in the air above the sea. I see a beacon of light on the horizon, splitting the pitchy night sky, and I set course for it. I also quite enjoy talking to myself, apparently who else am I meant to talk to out here? I am a monster, and my name is Kay, though the second realization comes far later than the first. I look down at myself-at my dark fur, my claws, the faint glow coming from my red eyes.
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What sort of boat, as well as how to captain it, seem to be of little consequence even the tossing, roiling, night-dark sea beneath me is more or less a passing concern, almost as if I’ve been here before but don’t quite remember it. I wake up in a boat on the Sea of Solitude.
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