Rebirth
Ingrid
Barnes
The waves came
in harder and faster than I expected. They did not waste
time playing with me, teasing. They just picked me off the
rocks and tossed me out into the deep water. And it was
very deep water. I had been right on the end of the
headland and the friendly yellow sand of the beach was
immensely far away. I made a split second decision not to
try to climb back onto the rocks, onto which the waves were
violently throwing themselves. I didn’t think that I
would survive that treatment. So I swam out a little
further to avoid the pull of the water towards the
headland, then headed in towards the beach.
I ask myself now whether, at that time, I really believed
that I could get back to the beach safely. I have no
answer, and simply plead that the effort of treading water
and keeping my head above it were enough to drive all other
thoughts from my mind. My single aim was to reach that pale
yellow stripe in the distance, but I quickly realised that
I was being dragged slowly further away from it. I was
never instructed in what to do if washed out to sea, so I
decided to just swim as hard as I could at the shore.
The sun was drooping lower in the sky, dipping below the
cliffs and casting a grey veil over the beach. I too was
drooping lower in the water, my body struggling to stay
afloat, and it was now that I started to realise what a
hopeless position I was in. No-one knew where I was and
no-one was likely to miss me until maybe tomorrow morning.
There was no way I could last that long. Now that I had
stopped swimming, the beach had started drifting away
again. An inescapable coldness had begun to penetrate my
body. My shivering was causing me to swallow more water,
and the back of my throat already burned with the salt. My
whole body ached with tiredness. My mind ached too, I think
I knew then that I would die there. Despite this, it never
occurred to me to stop holding my head up and paddling my
feet wearily in the water.
A slightly larger wave came up behind me, and I was sucked
down into the water. I had no warning so there was no time
to prevent my mouth and nose being immediately filled with
water. Despite the sting of the seawater in my eyes, I
could see the surface, a rippling silver sheet, up above
me. I strained my entire body towards it, thrashing wildly
upwards. My body was screaming out for air. It ordered me
to breath, if I did not, I would die. So I breathed, and
sucked in a huge mouthful of water. Pain and panic swamped
me. I flailed my arms wildly, trying to find something to
grab. The water did not resist, there was nothing I could
use to propel me up out of the ocean’s suffocating
embrace.
My body filled with tension. My feet burned with savage
pins and needles that crept up my legs and into my body. I
felt like my body was too big for my skin and I was about
to burst out of it. The pain reached my neck, wrapping
around it as if it were trying to strangle me. It flowed up
into my head and I screamed into the water. I was about to
explode. . . and then . . . I was free. The tension and
pain drained out of me, washed away by the water, and I was
so light that I was floating away, carried in a gentle
ocean of bliss. The cold white body drifted down, sinking
into the darkness below me. Confused, I looked at myself.
My silver tail curled and uncurled gently with the movement
of the water. My skin was silvery too. The scales spread up
onto my belly and lower back. With the tips of my fingers I
wiped my eyes, feeling the tiny scales around them. My
finger were connected by pale green webs.
The webs, with my tail, allowed me to propel myself easily
through the water. I swam up to the surface and as the
water parted around my head an electric tingle fizzed
through the air. Then it was gone and all was calm and
silent. The night air was cool and light on my shoulders.
The sea was almost smooth, and inky dark as it reflected
the night sky. I gazed up, as I had so many times, at the
sky studded with stars, tiny silver pin pricks, so far
away. I realised that I was starting a new life now, and
leaving the old one behind, just as I had left the beach
behind, and now there was no sign of it. The horizon was
flat and empty. The sea spread out around me forever, an
endless sheet of water. I did not know what to do, where to
go. When I had come into the world the first time, I had
had my parents to guide me and teach me. Now, this time, I
was alone. The moon rose quietly over the lip of the ocean,
sending a silver trail out across the water to me. I
flicked my tail, not very gracefully, and followed the
silver trail, to where ever it would lead, to my
destiny.