Dreams

In his dream, Lysander saw his **** form laying upon the wreckage, as if his spirit floated above. It had been sometime since he had last seen himself. As the opportunity to look oneself in the mirror when one is a galley **** rarely arises, as looks did not matter to his former masters.

Lysander thought back to what he remembered he looked like. A lanky teenager, clean shaven with a smooth pale complexion, and short wavy blonde hair. But the man he looked upon scarcely resembled that boy. Now he saw a large, broad shouldered man. With long messy dark hair and beard, and a wrinkled sunburnt complexion from that hot burning sun. So much had slavery changed him.

As he looked down upon himself, or the lifeless form that had once been himself. Lysander heard thunder echo across the sea from far away. He turned his attention skyward, and saw the clear blue sky's fill with grey cloudscape at a rapid pace. He had not seen them come, and nor had there been any sign of a storm. Perhaps it was a sign, or perhaps in his sordid state he had not noticed, allowing them to come unnoticed.

The grey clouds now flooded the whole sky, hiding the sun and turning the world grey. Lysander looked back to himself and saw the wreckage he lay upon now rocked violently in the once calm sea. Things began to happen faster than Lysander could see. The grey clouds now turned black, plunging him into darkness. And rain, wind and thunder all broke out violently. Turning the once calm and serene sea into hell.

Though detached from his body, in a formless state floating above. Lysander could feel his stomach churn, as the waves violently rocked him. And he could the coldness of the wind and rain, making him long for the dry hotness of the sun to return. To his dismay, the wreckage that kept his body afloat began to break apart under the relentless battering of the elements. Lysander watched on helplessly, unable to do anything to hope beyond all hope that it would not break apart, and keep his body safe and deliver it to shore rather than a watery grave.

But the wreckage could not withstand the wrath of the elements. And with one last sudden wave that washed over him, the wreckage broke apart. And Lysander watched on as his body slipped into the sea, and began to disappear slowly beneath the waves. His head the last to go.

Lysander followed his body as it sank into the darkness. As if he was tied to it by an unseen rope, its weight pulling him down with him. As he was dragged deeper and deeper, he could feel his lungs fill with water, a strong taste of salt in his mouth. The weight of the sea beginning to crush his body, bursting his eardrums as he descended further.

Lysander watched on, accepting his fate.