I was light as driftwood. The water around me turned cloudy. I rubbed my eyes and looked again. The milky cloud drifted deeper and spread out like an oil slick. When I reached dry sand, I dropped to my knees. Exhausted. I was catching my breath, the air cool and humid. Seawater dripped off my nose, over my lips. It tasted odd. It was salty, but there was something else, something familiar. Something that usually wasn’t associated with ocean water, but I couldn’t place it. There was no sign of civilization. Just endless water, sand and tropical trees. This was bad. It could’ve been worse. The north pole. Or the sun. I tapped my cheek, got no response from my nojakk. Not even a tick, tick, tick. I dug through my backpack, activated a handheld phone but it was non-responsive, too. The same with a homing beacon. Everything, dead. Maybe an electromagnetic pulse killed everything upon entry. Something went wrong right before I got home, I felt it jerk me around. Maybe the ship malfunctioned and dumped me in the ocean.
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