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BIG BLUE awakenings Part 10 by Wayne Clayton
Sam was still at his desk ten hours later. Around him lay countless sheets of sums and random scribbling. Dead ends littered the floor in balls of tightly screwed up paper. But now rather than throwing himself onto the torturous looking bunk Sam was now asleep where he sat. His face buried between the yellowing pages of one of the magazines. His cheek rested on a crude illustration of a Spanish Galleon, surrounded by golden treasures.
But still his mind was at work. In his dreams he found himself standing once more in the main room. His gaze fixed on the door before him. Ghost like he stretched out his hand and turned the handle. The door opened to reveal the bottom of the lake he was now under. The water magically held back from rushing in on top of him. Slowly he walked towards the opening and without any thought of danger stepped through the film of cold lake water. He was now walking out into the murky depths; his feet churning up the silt beneath him at every step.
In as he walked out further into the gloom he could see a dark shadow rising up before him. The closer he got the more he recognised the dim shape revealing itself. It was the sunken galley. But this was no wreck, it was still whole. The glow of the golden painted wood now caught the faint rays of sunlight from above the waves. Its rigging swayed in the current.
Sam approached from the stern of the ship and slowly made his way along the length of the vessel. Looking down he seemed to be walking on a golden path made up of lost gold and silver. Still careless of the need to breath he followed the path to the bow of the ship. And there he found himself looking up towards the ships golden figurehead. But this was no ordinary figurehead. Sam was now gazing upon the features of the man in the bomb. This craved mass of ancient timber was the mirror image of Big Blue still asleep in his deathly bed of iron.
Even in his dream Sam wondered at how such a thing could occur; that some Spanish craftsman could carve such a thing as this.
With this in mind he found himself floating up towards the figure. His arms out stretched. Once level he grasped it and without effort pulled the figure away from the bow. Sam had no sensation of the weight of his new found treasure. And found as he now descended back down to the lake bed that the wooden figure now was cradled in his arms.
He turned back towards the distant glow of submerged room he had left; and carried his prize back to the door of light. Soon he was once more looking into the dull interior of his makeshift home.
With the figure of Big Blue in his arms he stepped back into the bubble of air beyond. But in horror he looked down to see that face within the wooden bomb crumbled into dust as the air swept over it. And so within that one step Sam found himself holding nothing but powdered remains.
A moment later a smile appeared on Sam sleeping face. He had found the answer to his problem, but suddenly his joy was swept away as in his dream the bubble burst and the cold dark waters crashed in upon him.
He awoke with a choking gasp to find that on waking the sound of rushing water still filled his ears. In a blind panic he raced to the door and flung it open fearing that some freak event had blown the seals of the hatch above the sleeping Big Blue.
But as he raced out into the main room he was stopped in his tracks. His jaw dropped in shock and amazement. There in the middle of the room was a woman! Not just a woman but a naked woman! She too stood stock still as their eyes met. Sam could see the fear on her face as she found she was not alone. A moment later she made a dash towards the door of the washroom. Sam instinctively ran towards her and reached out to grab her trailing arm. Feeling the grip on Sam’s fingers around her wrist the tall blond woman turned and stared straight into Sam’s eyes. For one second there was nothing but sheer terror in those limpet eyes. And then to Sam’s amazement she blinked, and as she blinked those limpet eyes became like pools of water; flowing back and forth. A second later he looked down and saw that he no longer held her wrist. In its stead was a column of clear liquid which only resembled a human hand before gravity pulled it through his fingers down towards the floor.
Sam looked back up to find the woman was now free and disappearing through the washroom door. He bounded forward but the door slammed in his face.
He pushed against it and found that there were no locks barring his way. Once inside he found the restroom empty. The woman was gone and the only sound to be heard was that of the copper pipes as a torrent of water echoed within them.
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