"Come on men, we need to make this storm, we need to find land,”
Panic spread through me, if they find me, I fear for the worst, I try my best to lift the metal thing, but I cannot, it is too heavy “No… no,” I try once again and my fin pulls underneath out, I try my best to swim, but the bruises on my tail stop me, something splash into the water and panic once again spread through me, I cannot swim away.
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