Mia

We were done with the raft and finally on the sea. It was calm as Jack had said and we paddled forward, gently as we could.

We kept quiet all through the journey, afraid that the sea was like the echoing forest and didn't want to alert it to our presence.

We got to the middle of the sea and were glad, almost congratulating ourselves for making it that far when it happened. The calmness of the sea was a false alert, a trap into our doom. It suddenly swirled, the ...