"Marshwrack"

     So you suddenly become fully awake now and you look and there slashing across Mustangs' bow from right to left and coming up fast from the deep trough of a swell as you all are going down the side of the same swell is the ghostly silver and black sailboat of Forrests' worst nightmare fears. Her sails are set and she is fully rigged and she is crewless and she shimmers an evil light and she is terrifying. And just as suddenly she has slashed by left and is gone on by.

     But then ahead, and just as suddenly, the heavy swell height is parted and there is only the enormous red bulbous cutwater bow of an even more enormous and towering high freighter that suddenly now absolutely fills all of Mustangs' windshield forward. And you hear yourself begin to holler, "Forrest!!" and in the corner of your eye you see him panic spinning the wheel hard right. But now there is only the drunken up and up feeling of Mustang rolling up and up. Then the drunken feeling of over and over. Then the drunken feeling of down and down. As she and you and you all are helplessly caught, catastrophically caught, in the freighters' truly enormous bow wake.

     Then all and everything becomes absolute chaos. Because suddenly your world becomes an even more terrifying one of a terrible blow to the side of your head, and the brilliant shafts of light and the bursting showers of sparks that this brings. Then the plunged black underwater feeling of being hit and smashed from everywhere by sharp hard things. And the deafening underwater deep sounds of pings and whines and whooses and pops. And the utterly helpless underwater deep feeling of being caught ragman like in the powerful currents and throws of an endless gigantic whirlpool. Then huge streams of airless foamy bubbles quickly pass before you here in your now airless underwater deep terrifying world. Because there is no longer an up or a down or a sideways in any direction whatsoever, here suspended and flung and torn and tossed and lost and drowned for sure for sure for goddamn sure. Because now your lungs have long been screaming. But their scream is only one scream among a thousand screams. That now become a pounding. But their pound is only one pound among a thousand pounds. Then the once every second and deafening Whoose! Whoose! Whoose! that now has overridden all of the other harsh sounds here in your deep underwater world eases its pound. And instantly you realize that the Whoose! Whoose! is not saying Whoose! Whoose! It is saying Son! Son! Then you see your Mom here deep underwater before you. And her deep underwater sweet face is horribly distorted in screaming Son! Son! Son!

     And the breath that you take at long long last is loud and it is drenched and it is pitiful and it is desperate. But there is air among the seawater now. Actual air, real air, so very precious air. But now there is the coughing and the burning and the gagging and the spitting also. But more and more now there is the actual air, the real air, the so very precious air. So you grab onto the large bulky thing that is gently bumping your head and shoulders here seawater afloat now at long long last, here in this late dark night and under a billion overhead stars.

     At first you are only aware of the close by splash and ripple and tickle of the seawater about your head and face. Then you become aware of the huge huge silence that is beyond and all around now. Then you feel a big northeast swell quietly raise you and raise you, then carry you and carry you, then quietly drop you and drop you, as it passes beneath and goes on by. And at the height of the raise you can see the nearby shattered and scattered parts of Mustang that are now collecting themselves into a debre trail. So you yell, "Forrest!" But the yell does not seem to travel very far out into the huge all around silence that is beyond.