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Trax
I had no f*****g idea what I was doing. I was floating on a log, frantically kicking my legs and moving my arms in something similar to what I’d seen Mikki do in those comm vids. She’d propelled herself across the surface gracefully, as if one with the ocean.
I didn’t feel as in sync, but I wasn’t sinking. I was surprisingly buoyant, as if there was no gravity. The log undulated with the movement of the water’s surface, and if I wasn’t concerned about a rescue or that I might drown, it was rather peaceful. A small roll in the surf came and dipped the front of the log, and I took a bunch of water right in my face.
I shut my eyes, afraid, but realized I was protected.
Thank f**k we had to arrive wearing our helmets. Mikki was some thirty feet down, and I had to get off this bobb
