The Seawalk

It was difficult to see at first, but my eyes have adjusted and I can now make out the constantly changing magnificence of my surroundings. The creatures leave me be for the most part. Maybe a disgruntled crab will give me a nip on the toe, a curious sea lion might nudge at my hand. Once, while I was admiring the view, I must have been standing rather still, because an octopus wrapped itself around my leg and slowly changed color to blend in with my skin. It was magical. But like time, I had to move on. The sudden movement of my leg caused it to jet out a cloud of black ink and it was gone. I remember thinking about how odd this world was, and how much I had seen and had yet to see.

I’m not sure how long I have been trudging the depths of this great, dark sea. With no sunrise or sunset down here, it’s difficult to gauge time. And my trusty Casio has stopped working. So, I just go ever onward. Not really sure what I was walking towards, or away from. Just walking happily onward.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. How could a Casio break? Well, that’s an interesting story, let me tell you… Oh? You weren’t thinking that?
Ah. You want to know how I ended up walking the bottom of the ocean? To be honest it’s a less interesting story than how I broke my watch. I fell off a boat. Or I was pushed. I’m not sure, it’s a little fuzzy. But I fell into the water and here I am. And yes, I’m dead. Quite dead!

When I woke up, can I call it waking up? Anyway, when I opened my eyes and realized where I was, I was quite confused. I needed to calm myself, so I took a deep breath. Or at least I tried, nothing actually happened. It wasn’t like being unable to breathe when you wanted to, it felt like I didn’t need to. Like my body had never even had the capacity to take a breath before. It didn’t help my confusion. Next, I placed my two fingers on my wrist to check for a pulse. No pulse either. Well having the rather keen mind that I do, I surmised that I must be dead. What an interesting turn of events that was!

So, with nothing else to do I had set off walking. Walking always was a good way to clear my head.
Well what I found on my walk was that death, rather than the nasty business we all seem to think it is, is actually quite pleasant. No matter how far I walked I never got tired, I never needed to sleep and I had nothing to fear from the wonderful and terrifying creatures that I saw.

And so, I walk. I have seen more than I could ever have dreamed. I’ve seen seals swimming and dancing together so beautifully that you’d have thought it was choreographed. I’ve seen sharks, bigger than I ever thought possible, hunting with such speed and precision I found myself giving them a clumsy underwater round of applause once they caught their hapless prey. I saw creatures that glowed, I saw creatures that were so pale you could see through them. I saw whales the size of buildings and fish every color you could imagine and then some new ones too. I saw shipwrecks of old Spanish galleons filled with gold and I saw giant submarines left abandoned on the seabed. I saw fields of dazzling coral reef, huge rock formations with so much life teeming in it you’d think it was an aquatic apartment complex. I also saw miles of nothing, just flat sand and nothing else as far as I could see and that was just as beautiful in its own way.

I would keep walking until I had seen every single inch of this ocean. And then I’d walk it again. I would explore in a way that no person had ever before me and I would see things that no one before me had ever seen. And I would do this until time ended.

Death, it seems, for me, was not a cruel twist of fate or the sudden ending of life, but an awakening into a brand-new life. Just not as we know it.