The twinkling starry night was obscured by numerous grey cotton balls from above.
Crystal water droplets gently separated themselves from the crying clouds as it tapped the ocean water lightly. Each droplet cascaded from the dark sky as thousands of crystal liquids reflected the majestic ocean. The sun rose from the horizon once again, pouring it’s warm and bright light down to Earth like a molten pot of lava. The sky underneath the grey clouds turned into a pleasant orange, making the atmosphere more comfortable than ever. Under the crystal clear waters, a huge figure was gliding itself through the endless ocean. Indeed, it was a whale, a humpback whale by the name “Finn.” The emptiness in Finn’s soul matched the lifeless sky and the salty formless arms that surrounded him. For his whole life, he’d been swimming inside this endless tank of water.
The ocean was silent, but the whale wasn’t.
Singing gave Finn the words and emotion that healed his lonely soul; it was the very key to his locked door. His voice was like a bass in a choir, echoing across the ocean and hoping for a reply he knew he would never get. After another few hours of pointless swimming through the waters, a wave of sudden excitement chimed into Finn’s mind after he saw an unknown body of land. The island was like an illusion of beauty in Finn’s mind. His eyes blinked numerous times, wishing it wasn’t an actual illusion. Thankfully, once his vision returned, he knew that he had tightly grasped that hope and didn’t let it fall. The small island stood in the middle of the ocean, like a cupcake on a sugared plate. The rising sun painted the small tropical island gold, making it shimmer under the pleasant sky. Green trees stood tall like soldiers ready for a battle. The mountains were crouched in the shadows like a hibernating bear. The crisp touch of the golden sand slid naturally under Finn’s stomach. The refreshing smell of newly grown coconuts pleased Finn’s nostrils and his mouth began to water. He felt his body unconsciously move a bit closer to the unknown island. A flock of seagulls came with a flash of silver, their wings hugged the air tightly as they drifted away from the dark sky and landed on the branch of a coconut tree.
“I wouldn’t go any more closer to that island if I were you,” one seagull insinuated, “but don’t misunderstand anything, I’m not trying to help you.” Finn’s senses told him that the seagull had flashed a sharp glare at him, a glare filled with cold emptiness. The displeased seagull never waited for an answer and flew away without taking one more look.
The whale sighed in despair, he was never treated well in the region of the southeastern Alaskan Ocean. If this had taken place in the human world, he would be considered as an interloper, someone who stepped into someone else’s territory without their permission.
Finn was torn away from his parents due to the destruction of the Pacific ocean. Humans decided to not appreciate the kindness this world has given to them and crushed the environment with their plastic pollution. Garbage and pollution now sat on top of the ocean like a second layer of unnecessary skin. The surface of the ocean moved in an oily slick way with a rainbow sheen that held no beauty. Finn still remembered the foul smell of the chemicals that were scattered throughout the mucky waters and the stinging pain in his eyes due to the inescapable toxins.
He drifted his mind away from the meaningless thoughts and onto the new island.
The heavy brown balls of coconuts were like heavy weights, making the slim trees act as liftweighters. A small coconut plopped down a tree and gracefully rolled to a stop 3 feet in front of Finn. A thought approached into his mind. All he needed was to shift himself forward for 3 feet and he would be able to taste the coconut. Success settled right in front of him.
Simultaneously, a small part of the sun beamed outside the grey clouds and flashed it’s bright light down to the coconut seating 3 feet away from Finn. Finn could no longer hold himself back from the desperate thoughts and the refreshing taste of the coconut. He felt his body pulling himself towards the coconut. His tongue came sliding out of his mouth, scooped up the coconut out from his mouth and bit hard. White liquid came rolling out of the coconut and on to his chin. The unknown liquid tasted sweet with a sense of nutty and a tint of vanilla. The sand under his stomach felt more dry than before, Finn knew that he was a step further from the ocean, but also another step closer to danger. He drifted his mind away from those unwilling thoughts and started further into the island. His eyes landed on a triangular looking large evergreen structure.
The colossal mountains in the background were like the shadows to a piece of art. Even though the mountains decided to remain unexposed in the sunlight, they still stayed bold in the shadows as if they was the very soul of this island. The coconut trees blocked a part of Finn’s sight and he couldn’t enjoy the full view of the masterpiece.
Shift another few feet, a small voice inside Finn’s head whispered to him. Without any hesitation, Finn’s mind hooked himself closer to the island, dragging his body with him. The sand under his stomach felt like the scales upon a dragon’s spine, one who had chosen to sleep for centuries.
Soon, the sun started to set and the pleasant color of the sky soon disappeared. Finn’s view darkened, and the island turned into a dangerous black, the kind that makes you instantly shiver in terror. Finn’s body flinched slightly when a small voice came crawling into his mind.
You’re stuck, aren’t you?
The whale’s eyes widened with panic and his tail anxiously flapped twice. He put all his strength down on the bottom of his body as he struggled to slide back down into the ocean. A sudden wind grasped into Finn’s face, making his lungs burn in pain. The image of the seagull appeared once again into his mind, haunting him like an unwoken nightmare. The moon hung eerily on the horizon, looking down at the dying whale with unpleasant eyes as if it was mocking it’s foolish efforts. The coldness of the atmosphere deepened itself into Finn’s bones until all 250 bones felt like sharp ice. The wind howled past the trees, each wave of coldness froze his cheeks until he felt like he’d been stabbed by a million spears. The waves no longer felt friendly, instead, they rose like great mountains, turbulent and unforgiving. The strength in Finn’s eyelids decreased and his consciousness started to vanish. The whale slowly started to dissipate away from this universe, and fell into a never ending sleep.
