The End Wave

   Over the horizon was nothing. If we sank we die, if we ran out of food we die. So to me a ship was not the most pleasant idea. But when my father got one, the idea scared my soul away. But I must admit, I could understand the mesmerizing beauty and raw power of the pacific. And how some people would spend their whole lives at sea.That was when I let go of my fear. My fear of the ocean.

   But that was my biggest mistake.

   Sadly that night the ocean had different plans. I was stargazing on deck when it came. The 14 meter giant of a wave, but rather then panicking based on the more factual side of my brain I quickly realized the wave was to far away to even get close to hit us. I was relaxed, I was happy. I was happy that I simply let go of my fears and finally enjoyed life. I was exploring the Pacific Ocean and safe from all the troubles of life. I soon fell asleep on deck with a clear sky and ocean winds carrying me to a dreamless sleep. Relaxing, safe, free from the troubles of life or so I thought

   I was wrong.

   It attacked like a bullet erupting from the horizon. At the time I was asleep and so were my parents, and yet the wave seemed a million miles away, silent. That's when I woke up, the wave was so close splinters of water hit my face with such force it felt like fractals of glass. But I just stood there frozen like a painting stuck in time just amazed at what power the ocean had I could never comprehend.

   And it was over.

   Not the trip, not the dream but my life. I had died in my sleep just minutes before the wave came, and I was gone. I don't even now how I'm telling you this, but I know I'm dead, my life has ended and I accept it. Because we are all stories in end, just make it a good one.