Deep Water

The night sky was reflected upon the choppy waters of the cold, dark blue ocean, making it thrash and crash about like a wrecking ball destroying everything in its path, something only International Rescue can sort out for themselves, not just themselves, but for all the people in the world to notice, realise, understand. However, now, there are no cases for International Rescue to solve…not yet. There was just peace, quiet and prosperity among these violent waters.

Why?

Well, you’ll see why.

Deep underneath the cold, icy waters of the night-lit ocean, four simple figures swam gracefully in the ocean, feeling the pleasure of escaping the rules and regulations of civilised life and finding happiness among the gentle yet violent waters of the ocean. One was masculine, with blonde hair and beautiful eyes, and skin as smooth as a bank of ice.

The second figure was a little smaller in detail - his chest not as masculine as the first figure, but also a little weak, yet he is a strong swimmer. He wears glasses on the beach where we play and relax, but he takes them off when he swims with his friends. Speaking of which…

The third figure was as slender and soft, with satiny skin that matched the smoothness of the cold water. Her swimming was just as graceful as either Brains or Alan….or me. I’m the one who is enjoying swimming with them under these choppy midnight waters. I may be six years old, but I’m enjoying the whole freedom-filled stint with my three best friends - Brains, Alan and Tin Tin. They are the ones who can comfort me and protect me, even when in the water.

The water around us felt cold and dark, because the night was chilly and black, but we didn’t care. All we did know was we had the freedom and strength to do whatever we wanted in this water, and that’s okay, because the only source of happiness we found here was in nature.

We emerged up onto the surface, laughing and spluttering and squealing with joy. We were very cold, but we didn’t mind. We splashed each other and laughed loudly as we swam and splashed together in the icy water under the dark night sky. The stars twinkled as they watched over us, the thousand eyes of the night sky being the eyes of the Gods and constellations who allow us natural comfort in what we enjoy being around most.

The waves were medium sized, and they were a good height for jumping over - up and down. Up and down. Up and down. We were screaming with joy and laughter as we leapt almightily over the ocean waves, feeling them splash over us, causing our hair to drip in a sopping wet tone with seawater, and our skin to evaporate all of the water we got all over us. We laughed and high-fived each other, but then we saw that Brains was coughing, because he didn’t like large tidal waves and splashing in them.

So, we decided to go to the shallow part of the ocean, where there were no violent waves around. Never. Nada. Let’s compare this to a swimming pool you may have been to - when you go to the deep end, or have been interacting with a wave machine before, you feel all the thrill of splashing in the deepest, darkest depths of the water, with no one around to keep you company, all because you are a skilled swimmer, and you have been taught well. As you may have remembered, in another time, in another place, Lady Penelope taught me how to swim during swimming lessons in the local swimming pool, because I am homeschooled.

Even here, I have the complete freedom to swim in whichever part of nature I want, because as you know, Alan, Tin Tin, Brains and I live on a beautiful island in the middle of the sea. Now back to this whole swimming pool scenario - it’s much better when you swim in the shallow end, because it is safer, and there are less dangerous creatures there, such as starfish and small fish. The shallow end of the swimming pool is similar to that too, because you are accompanied by a parent or guardian, and you are weak, but you are still strong enough to get on your floaties and swim.

That’s exactly what happened to Brains. He may have had water in his ears, eyes, nose and mouth, but that’s okay - staying in the shallow end was much safer, and it gave him time to recover from what he experienced. The giant waves from the violent part of the ocean were too traumatising and loud for him, but the shallow end was much calmer for him and for all of us too. To Tin Tin especially, the loud waves made her ears hurt like crazy, because their roaring sounded like that of a jet engine, or either Thunderbird 1, 2 or 3 jetting into the sky. Scott, Virgil, if you hear this, I’ll drown you! Ya hear me?!