“Get off” he boomed pointing to the only lifeboat on board. My mind stopped, then my body took over. The chains lashed at me whilst I loosed the wood delivering it below. I dived in, finding myself under the roof of a greedy wave, my cuts dribbling blood.
The lifeboat tripped. Skidding on black polish, it ripped open the foaming tips and spat me out like a disturbing fragment lodged in its throat.
Then a wail shattered the fizzing blubber. A giant seagull descended targeting my raw flesh and with its beak swung me over. Seated on white pink feathers I rode, flew to the cotton fields above, resurrected.