His Aquatic Angel

Only a day left, only a day left till the torture of being a sailor at sea is over. Aaron Miller thought as he wrote down the inventory for what felt like the hundredth time this month. He had only chosen to become a sailor because he assumed that it'd be a profession where he would still be in touch with his passion – the sea – and make a decent living out of it. But only on his first experience on sea as a sailor and he was already sick of it. Days felt long and the endless stretches of boredom didn't help him one bit. Now, as he'd finished rounding up the inventory, he took a peak at the box they were forbidden to touch or even look at. He had come to learn that what it contained was top priority and people would kill to acquire what was in the box. But he wondered why something so timid that could possibly drive a man so mad as to take a man's life for it. He couldn't think of anything in the world that could possibly make him commit such an atrocity. But he soon found out that it contained important information from blood doctors that could save the lives of many. But he now looked at the box and wondered why people would kill or try to get a hold of it. So he shrugged his shoulders at the box and left the freight room. Hours later, time seemed to drag by as he had just scrubbed the poop deck clean and oiled the masts. Now, he just sat and looked out into the vast endless ocean, then at the botswain handling the sails. He could just go and lay in his compartment till the time arrived for a cold, grainy dinner. But he didn't want to intrude on his bunker, who had been sick to the stomach. So, he just settled to chatting around with the rest of the watchmen. Now, early in the evening, many of the men anticipated dinner. Aaron had just finished checking up on his ill roommate before going down to fetch dinner, or what in the seven seas they called food here. He thought of tomorrow morning and how he couldn't wait to be reunited with his family. And then, suddenly, there was a loud crash that caused the whole ship to sway. Sway wasn't the word, the ship ...rumbled... as though they were in the belly of the beast. Aaron could immediately hear – rather– sense commotion. It made the hair at the back of his head stand erect. The men ran out immediately, Aaron doing the same. As they reached out, a huge chunk of the ship had been chopped away, and burnt stark black. The men looked up to where the source of the loud noise and commotion came. A war craft, aiming particularly for them. Yes, it was no accident. The missile had clearly and directly aimed for the bottom of the ship. And it was evident that their plan was to sink the ship. But why? They wondered but had no time to scratch their heads in thought. Instead, they thought about their dear lives and brought out the lifeboats. They had all climbed down and prepared their escape. Water would soon fill into the hole the war craft had made on the ship with its ammunition. But the select few, the officers and the captain had one thing on their minds. "The box! They are after the box, get it!" They screamed out at their men, but everyone feared for their lives. Aaron looked down at the lifeboat where the fear stricken men sat, idle. He then decided to go for the box, if he was going down, he'd at least go down with a fight. Now he ran down into the sinking ship were the war craft kept aiming at. He ran passed his compartment on the sinking ship and into the freight room. He pulled out the box and climbed out the ship that lost it's sense of being level. And just had he'd threw the box overboard to the men, he heard a soft cry for help. He knew the voice sounded very familiar, but didn't know where it could have come from as all the men had made it to the safety of the ship. "Help..." He heard again and his trail of thought stopped immediately. The voice, he remembered something worth saving that was more important than the box, his roommate that yelped for help. He let go of where he had been matched on to the ship and crawled his way to save Finn Otto. "You fool!" The captain shouted. "You won't make it out alive, the ship is going down!" "But there's someone in there, and he's alive!" He replied with a shout and immediately went to his rescue. Aaron wasn't too sure he could reach it in time. The water had already swallowed most of the ship. But he had undying determination in him, so he began running for him. Running for the life of a man who was about to get his life cut short. He tried to grasp this idea of how much was at stake, he had to save him and find a way to get them both out or it would be reasonable to say that they both won't make it out alive if he fails. So failure wasn't an option. Now as he made it successfully into the sailors head quarters, and picked the sickly, feable man out of the room that was fast filling up with water. He looked at Finn, who was too sick to even fully grasp the fact he laid on a sinking ship. He then – quite literally – climbed out of the hallway as the ship lost all it's balance. Everywhere he looked was filled with blue salt water. But he kept pushing Finn up the poop deck, trying to reach the edge and go overboard into the lifeboats. But everything from the other half of the ship – barrels, furniture, equipment – all came rolling down towards him. He shielded his himself with his arm tried to resume pushing himself and Finn to safety. But to his greatest disappointment, he got caught in a net that came down with everything from the other half of the ship He tried pulling away but he didn't have the time to do he shook sick Finn awake. "Look at me!" He shook him till his eyes opened. "I know you're not doing your best right now, but muster up all your strength to jump over board and swim out to the rest of the men." Finns face shone with sweat, water and pain. "What about you?" He asked weakly. "I'll be fine, just make sure you do as I say. You hear me!" He shouted at him, the situation growing more intense at the water reached his hips. "Move, move, move." He shouted and let him crawl out himself. Looked out at the nets he got caught unto. He had air to breathe but he wondered how he was going to make it out alive. All he could do was fret around for something sharp to cut of the rope, or his leg (whichever one was easier to cut off) But now after he'd had seen Finn brought to safety, the matter at hand was how was he going to untangle his foot that was caught in the net. The air was soon going to be overtaken by water and he'd soon drown to death. Now he was losing his calm, he tried hard to set his foot free from b*****e but all it did was tire his muscles out. And now he found this moment very ironic, he's whole life, he'd been catching fish, setting them up in a net. And now, the fisherman has became the catch of the day. That goddamn fisherman called death. He felt death creeping on. It slowly engulfed and overtook him. Just like the water did. He heard the sailors calling out for him, but he couldn't scream for help back. The ship was dragging him down along with it. So he became weaker and weaker till he stopped struggling and accepted his miserable fate. He never knew death would knock on his door so soon. So he closed his eyes, and thought about what his short lived life amounted to.