Alton woke up abruptly. He gasped, suddenly drawing in a lungful of air, while trying get his bearings. That action caused him to start coughing up sea water. The hacking coughs wracked his body for several minutes as he purged the fluid in his lungs. When the fit was finally over, he was spent. He laid on the sand in worn heap. Where had he gone? Was it real? Or just a hallucination from lack of air?
His gaze drifted across to see the corpse of another passenger that had no been so lucky. Things had already been feasting on the body. How long had he been out? Could the creature in the sea been that quick? How much time had gone by? He let his eyes drift over to the Warrior Nun. Something had pulled her from him on deck, yet here she was. What had happened..?
When he spoke to her, his voice was tired raspy from the purging, “Something pulled me down.. Under the waves. I went ... ” He stopped. No he wasn't going to tell her where he went. His eyes pinned onto her, “And something pulled you away…” He sat up wincing. "What happened? What do you remember?"
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