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And everything cascaded into the air around him. The trees seemed to shake, the clouds swirled, and the sea thrashed.

The wind fell out of his body and again he fell under torrents of waves. They enveloped his head, and he crashed down into the water.

Kicking and shouting, thrashing and gripping, he struggled to stand abreast the water once more. As the saltwater fell from his eyes, he could see hands thrusting out of the ocean. Fingers writhed and gripped the air, trying to pull themselves up.

People stood, and suddenly he was ashamed. Surrounded by so many bodies, his hands and arms flew to hide his nakedness.

He was not alone, anymore, in more ways than one. There were other beings, all standing up, all having gone through the same experience. Maybe.

Possibly.

He had no way of knowing except by asking. He opened his mouth to speak, and...

...a large buzzing erupted from around the corner of the coast. Boats were upon them, and as the sea berthed people, blinding lights flashed across.

There were shrieks, and as pain screamed through his eyes, he tried to see what was happening. Four boats gathered around the coast, rippling and spurting. There were dark, shadowy figures manning them, but he could not see what they were doing.

In between the thought of helping people out of the sand and walking up to the boats, a loud noise erupted from each of the vessels, and terror filled the dark-mooned sky.

Not only screams, but liquid. Saltwater flew in fountains as the loud noise grew even louder. He began to walk backward slowly, gripped by both fear and wonder, and a sharp pain rang through his foot.

He crumpled back into the ocean.

Suddenly, the water was not as cool as before. It was raising in temperature because of so many people congregated in one area.

It dawned that he had been hit by some projectile, and he scrambled up into the air once more to see that the sea and the flesh had intermingled in the medium of a dark, heavy liquid. Scarlet liquid.

Blood.