Enduring Futility
Description
A storm. A fleet ripped asunder, reunified only in their torpid drift to Davy Jones' Locker. An arenaceous resting place, ocean bed the most comfortable of them all. A curious creature, not sure what he's looking for but eventually finding himself.
Foreword
“I know what you felt like; what you feel now. And I know what you'll feel like very soon. That troubles me.”
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This story is 2nd place in the Animalia competition.
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