The crystal blue-green waters of the Caribbean reflected light like shards of mirrored glass scattered upon the waves. The water was almost too warm, far too relaxing, and swayed with the tide causing the body that floated upon its surface to rock gently.Peter lay on his back floating along with the current that tried to lull him to sleep. Lull him to his death. Why he fought the inevitable, his sun-fried mind no longer knew. He deserved this fate for stowing away on the Tide Runner. A watery death awaited any stowaway, but he no longer thought about the captain's brutal hands as they stripped him bare of his few possessions and threw him overboard. He no longer thought of trying to reach the distant shore or treading water to survive. He thought of nothing at all but instead just drifted on the ever relaxing currents of the sea that he so loved. Cuke felt the thrill that always coursed through him when he explored the span of sea the human crafts traveled. To the depths with what his parents and the elders decreed!
